A Dream Definitely Shared
My friend originally wrote this from Cazmier's POV and I said I would write an Ezra POV so that's this. The title of the short story is a reference to that. So THANKS MIKEY FOR WRITING MOST OF THE DIALOG.
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I tend to not show up to my mother’s parties. I am considered to be less charismatic than the average person and far from a bardic inspiration. This night however the orchestra strums the most melodic music they could. It’s a tune perfectly structured for the most romantic of romantics. I navigated the bustling ballroom with my usual ease. The glittering gowns and pressed suits cloud my vision as I scan the dreamlike environment. I nervously touch the broche attached to my chest searching for my one and only dance partner. I knew that he'd be here somewhere and I would only bear this dream if he was here too.
Finally as I look towards the end of the room I see his handsome figure come into view. Cazmier looks as nervous as he always does. His suit seems far more fitted than usual due to his recent change in physique. Not that would make him look any less perfect. I approached him as I always do. He stands in a bit of awe at my appearance. Cazmier is flushed, red as a tomato, staring at me.
“Hi, Ezra. Wha-What’s going on?” He sputters out as he nervously covers his face.
I smile at him. Cazmier is so cute when he gets like this. I don’t often indulge in teasing him but this is a very special occasion.
I move a bit closer, “I'm glad you're finally here. I had to search for a bit and I was getting worried you wouldn't be here this time.” I say softly looking up at him.
The red shade of his face deepens as Cazmier searches for his words. "I mean... Why would you be concerned if I wasn't here? This place is amazing. I'm sure you could have a great time without me. I-"
I cut him off quickly trying to dispel his concerns, "I can only truly enjoy these events when I'm with you, Cazmier. The only time I want to be in this environment is with you."
It’s the truth I wouldn’t be able to stand being here without him.
He seems captivated by me and distracted. Cazmier tends to get lost in thought when he overthinks. He mutters unconsciously, “I feel the same way.”
“What was that?” I whisper leaning in closer.
“Nothing, I was just talking to myself.” Cazmier quickly replies.
The smirk on my face grows wider as I chuckle, “I heard what you said. I just want to hear you say it again.” I move to stand in front of him trying to get him to look at me more directly. I just wish he’d be more honest with me, not that this isn’t cute either.
“I feel the same way. I want to be with you... IN THIS SCENARIO, I MEAN!” Cazmier states panicky and then covers his mouth in embarrassment.
I go back to his side. I can barely control the smile on my face as I reply “I'm glad we share the same opinion then.”
He doesn’t say anything back, just stews in his own flusteredness. I try to wait hoping he’d ask to dance as usual but Cazmier doesn’t.
I hum in playful annoyance “So, are you going to stand there all night, or are you going to ask me to dance?”
Cazmier seems to almost choke for a moment before composing himself a bit more. He extends his hand “May I have this dance?”
Finally. I think as I take his hand and pull him in closer. I lean in to whisper, “I thought you’d never ask.”
Despite him being the one to ask, I still take the lead in the dance. Cazmier always looked so handsome in this dreamlike state but he appears differently now. His eyes catch the light just right staring at me with such warmth and love. His features are defined and look expertly sculpted by renowned artists. It’s as if the gods created this being to hold the purest and most divine light within him. Cazmier’s touch is nervous yet wanting. He looks away each time I catch his gaze which disappoints me a bit. If I was damned to stare at one thing for eternity the privilege of looking upon him would not be a punishment.
I reach up and push his face gently to look at me again. “Am I making you nervous, Cazmier?” I ask.
‘NO! No, it's not you.” He stammers, “I think it's probably just the crowd. Yeah, that must be it.”
I grin and lean in a bit closer, “Should we find a quieter place then?”
I take his hand and guide him outside into the gardens. I choose the maze as a good place of seclusion as potential following onlookers would get lost inside. I pull us through the twists and turns of the maze. I can feel his hand grip me tightly as if he’s afraid I’ll let go and disappear any moment. I won’t of course, I would never do that to him. I find the center easily and find a bench for us to rest on.
“Here’s a good spot.” I sit down and gesture for him to follow, “Come, sit with me.”
“No, no. I’m fine standing, honest.” Cazmier hesitantly replies.
He seemed a bit disoriented and nervous. “Are you scared to sit with me?” I say trying to play up a slightly offended tone. “I’m hurt.”
That’s all it takes for him to sit however he keeps a distance. Cazmier seems to be treating me as some sort of dangerous temptation. Just like a child desperately trying to look away from the toy shop windows. I don’t let it last long and scoot over closing the gap.
Still looking away from me he awkwardly breaks the short silence “So, um, how about that dance? That was great, right?”
I lightly caress his arm as I reply “Yeah, you looked great back there. Your dancing was nice too, but I could tell you were a little lost in thought.”
Cazmier eyes me with slight panic flashing in his eyes.
“I didn't think this gown would be that distracting for you.” I tease.
“No, it's not distracting.” He states defensively, “The dress is striking and looks really dazzling on you.”
With that small admission I take my chance. I press myself up against him, removing the little space left between us. I lean in as close I can get to his ear so he can hear every syllable.
“I can show you how striking it looks off of me.”
Cazmier practically jumps out of his skin. His face is completely flushed and he recoils trying to gain distance once more. “What do you mean by that, Ezra?” he squeaks out.
His embarrassment is just too cute. It makes him look so delicious. I lean back in practically crawling onto him at this point.
“It's exactly as I said. You can't really be that dense, Cazmier.” I say pushing back some of his hair.
Cazmier looks through me mumbling to himself “This can't be real. It must be a dream. Why else would they be like this? But this dream feels different from the others.”
Dream? The others? I think. Could he possibly… I erase it from my mind. This couldn’t possibly be the Cazmier, right?
I pull him closer trying to bring him back to the conversation with me. “So, have you dreamed about me before? Have you envisioned us doing this?”
He looked at me slightly confused but nodding nonetheless.
I tug off his coat saying “Good, 'cause I've also been dreaming about doing this to you as well.”
I pull him into a kiss trying to enjoy every corner of this fantasy as I can. Even if I can’t really have him I’m glad to have a part of him here in my arms. He’s everything I want, that I’m greedy for. I don’t want anyone else to have yet at the same time I’m hardly good enough. How selfish of me, trying to keep him to myself yet refuse to try my hand. This Cazmier looks at me with such love, with the same gaze that stares at me in the waking world. If I took a chance I would only whittle it away little, by little. I’ll just enjoy him in the small short fantasies I can steal here.
I push him down onto the bench now fully on top of him. Finally we pull away from each trying to catch our breath. He looks hot and bothered beneath me. Completely disheveled from my braizeness. I wipe the excess saliva off of his lips staring down at the beautiful site beneath me trying to burn it into my memory. Cazmier gets up staring at me face to face.
He looks determined and professes, “I love you, Ezra, and I have for a while now.”
I sharply inhale, surprised. He certainly has never said that before.
I can’t stop myself however as it just tumbles out of my mouth “I love you too, Cazmier.” I go to pull him in once more but I fumble and fall off the bench.
Ezra wakes up with their dog Kenny snoring loudly right next to their face. They sit up quickly trying to survey their surroundings. They’re in camp with the morning sun streaming between the trees. Beside them underneath the same blanket is a seemingly still slumbering Cazmier. Ezra sighs a bit disappointed and a bit relieved.
Cazmier lays there peacefully, hair splayed slightly across his face. Ezra reaches over and gently pushes it away taking in the beautiful sight of the morning light hitting his face.
“Sleep well?” A voice from afar asks.
Ezra jumps slightly and looks over at the smug bard Rosemary smirking from beside his tent. Their face begins to burn slightly as they quickly get up.
“Yes. Now I’m going to go take Kenny on a walk.” They say nudging the dog awake.
Kenny stares at them with disinterest before Ezra chirps up “Wanna go on walk?”
He immediately perks up and trots in his desired direction. Ezra tried to nonchalantly nod back towards Rose as they quickly departed camp for a moment. Hopefully Rose didn’t see anything. He did, however, in fact see.
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Thanks for reading! Sorry I usually don't write in 1st person so I hope it's good. （´∀`）ｂ
