ever since he’d been informed he’d be opening for the orchestra this season, ezra’s mind couldn’t seem to put the thought to REST, studying the sheet music repetitively. to make matters more difficult, his overthinking, as it usually did, especially haunted him at night, when he’d toss and turn for hours, only falling asleep after he’d give in to his insecurities, getting up and seemingly silently playing in the middle of the night, his retro headphones ( which he swears carry the sound is so much more AUTHENTICALLY, whatever that means ) vibrated as he tirelessly repeated the same piece, lines creasing across his forehead in concentration.
ironically, the endeavor he’d pursue tonight would simultaneously feel like an adrenaline shot to the HEART, and perhaps also the most calm he felt all week. that’s the effect lana had on him ; tumultuous yet soothing, exactly like the tide, something he’d compare her to countless times in his many journal entries, she was like the kind of rose-toned sea you couldn’t draw your gaze away from, no matter how hard you TRIED.
his fingers are quick in typing out the messages ( because he’s rewritten them and deleted them countless times already ) however, his thumb hesitantly hovers over the send button. there’s a sigh, being forward was almost painful to him. he only manages to press it after shutting his eyes with SUCH force. instantly, he drops his phone on the counter opposite him, watching the messages getting delivered as he leaned back, fingers subconsciously drumming that godforsaken melody that won’t leave his head.
✉ : “ hey, are you busy tonight ? ”
✉ : “ there’s something i want to show you ”
✉ : “ and i might be making your favorite for dinner :’) ”
“We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion.”
alli waves a dismissive hand, coffee cup otherwise has her mouth engaged as she takes another healthy sip of the stuff. it’s HOT, but not enough to singe her tastebuds at least — silver linings. “ i told you, let the corp pay for your coffee — you just gotta be quicker next time, i guess. ” she levels a smile at him, still a little tired and soft around the edges, though she’s a little more awake now between the walk to the station and the caffeine slowly making its way through her body. nose scrunches up in MILD distaste at the mention of it being saturday and yet them colliding here yet again at an early hour.
the truth is closer to some backed up work, an impending deadline, and a frantic call from her boss just the night before to please come in and fix these drawings in the morning. she had, of course, said yes, for no reason other than the fact she probably ( no, definitely ) didn’t have anything better to do. that sounds boring too explain though, even to her. “ — my BED, when i get back home. ” she says instead solemnly, and even though it’s said more to be a joke, the sentiment is also a hundred percent accurate. a brow quirks over a mischievous smile, “ so — you always here this early on your saturday or today just EXTRA special for both of us ?? ”
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with slightly raised eyebrows, ezra is surprised at her candid response, washed over with relief as he realizes he won’t have to justify having no whereabouts or special plans for the infamous saturday night, again. as that’s usually how the conversation would go with most of his colleagues and friends alike, who seemed to spend all week anticipating this day. and he was no different, yet, his reasonings coincided more with alli’s, so he’s quick to confide the same sentiment. “ well, that makes two of us. ” ... perhaps too quickly, as he almost chokes on his coffee when he takes a moment to think TWICE about his previous statement. “ i meant, you know, MY bed. not, uh — ... ” in disbelief, he simply shakes his head at himself, looking away momentarily because, is the coffee hot enough to turn his face RED ?
“ yeah, something like that. ” his shrug is bashful as he takes a moment to consider his words more carefully, not wanting to bore alli. “ just ... heading up to lincoln center. i’ve got a solo recital coming up, they somehow convinced me to open the show, to make matters worse. ” despite scrunching up his nose, his tone is lighthearted. simultaneously, ezra was aware of how counterproductive his worrying was, and he also knew himself well enough to acknowledge he’d be nervous all the way up to the moment he began hitting the keys, his anxiety dissipating as he focused on the music instead of the CROWD. “ i reckon none deserves to hear me practice this early in the morning. ” with another sip, he sighs lightly. “ apartments, right ? it’s like college all over again. ”
reading the same instruction page for the sixth time , the last sentence leaves her cherry lips in a whisper , an irritated , childish sulk enveloping on her delicate features . “honestly , i’m done , i don’t understand shit , i give up –” the brunette tosses the ikea assembly booklet over her shoulder towards her unkempt bed , “the dream is dead , ezra .. i have failed us both , and for that i officially give you the power to take my name out of the lease contract … it’s clearly what i deserve .” she is being dramatic as usual , building a children’s play kitchen is a far cry from the dream , but she’s way too invested in her vision to see it . “the tea party’s cancelled ,” she hums , genuinely upset over her lack of bob the builder skills , bless the silver spoon she was born with – not a single cell posses dexterity in her bones . eyeing the mess she’s made on her bedroom floor a shrug moves past her shoulders , umber hues locked to her flatmate with an apologetic & disheartened smile . “i’m sorry .” | @ofezra
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ezra is quietly standing against his roommate’s bedroom door-frame, munching on some cereal. although he tries to hide it, the amusement that tugged at the corner of his lips was clearly visible, as he watched her struggle with the toy kitchen set. he doesn’t even question why she even bought it in the first place, at this point he just accepted anything freddie threw his way, but when she mentions a tea party, he hums in agreement, nodding at how obvious it was all along. at first, he’s unsure of how serious her tone is, yet when she glances at him with a defeated look on her face, it confirms his suspicions. ezra doesn’t hesitate in setting down the bowl and grabbing the booklet from her bed, his features serious in concentration as he skimmed the instructions, and thank goodness he had his glasses on. “ let me give it a try. ” he gives her shoulder a comforting squeeze, offering her a soft grin as he took a seat on the floor, dismounting what she previously had built to start over. “ there will be a tea party, and it’s a real shame you didn’t make some eclairs, or macarons, or whatever it is rich old ladies have with their tea, because i’m sure it would have been to die for ... ” he trails off, glancing at her, visibly proud of the pun he’s pulling, hoping it’ll start to cheer her up. “ c’mere, i need your help. can you hold onto the screws ? we’ll get nowhere without them, it’s a very important job. ” he adds, holding out the screws to place in her hands. “ and while you’re at it, remind me, is there a reason we’re having a tea party ? ”
some days alli doesn’t even know what she’s doing with her life — well, actually that’s most days, but especially this early in the morning when she’s dragging her ass to work like every other sad person in this city. eyes blink rapidly as she shuffles through crumpled bills that’d been shoved into her pocket as she waits for her coffee. damn contacts, like shoving sandpaper in her eyes at this hour. she separates out a five, tucks the rest back into her pocket. fingers drum against the top of the vender’s cart, gaze wandering almost blurrily around the platform. it finally settles on a familiar face that’s easily the second best thing she’s seen this morning ( the first, being her coffee ). “ uh — make that two, ” she tells the woman behind the cart, and it’s not long before she has two cups filled to the brim with hot caffeine in hand. a long slug is taken gratefully from one as she walks over to her morning commute partner. “ hey champ — ” one of the coffees is extended with a world weary smile. “ — ready to SAVE the world ?? ” there’s a sarcastic note in her voice that’s hard to miss, but amusement buried there too — familiar with the worn out joke.
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although he’d describe it as painful to leave his apartment this early in the morning, ezra quickly took solace as he left his apartment building to encounter quiet streets ; the city was still asleep. from his walk to the station, that let him ponder and dwell on his own eternal internal monologue, from finding a seat in the subway, which would give him an opportunity to breeze through a few more pages of his book. often pessimistic, he enjoyed finding the good in most situations, it almost kept him going. recently, a familiar face was something he also looked forward to seeing, every time he reached a certain point in his commute, he’d scan the slowly but surely growing crowd to find her. his headphones played a classical tune he was memorizing for an upcoming recital, his fingers instinctively drumming against his leg, imagining the keys. despite his almost brooding exterior, when his gaze fell on alli, the familiarity that came with her broke his features into a soft grin, that stretched out in amusement at her words, ezra removing the headphones and taking the cup in his hands. “ hmm, i don’t know about all that ... ” he trails off, both sheepish and playfully looking away, before shooting her a smile. “ but this sure makes me feel like i could. thank you — next time’s on me, i insist. ” he brings the cup up, his eyes slightly squinting when he came in contact with the hot drink, yet he continued to gulp it down. “ you looking forward to anything, today ? ” he questions, suddenly remembering it’s saturday.
❛ ✶ ( ALEX FITZALAN, CIS MALE , HE/HIM ) . who the hell is blasting A WORLD ALONE by LORDE at one in the morning ? nevermind , that’s just EZRA HARRIS from 1513 . apparently , they are a TWENTY-FOUR year old PIANIST from BROOKLYN, NEW YORK , and they’ve been living at the complex for THREE YEARS . i heard they can be a bit - INSECURE , but they make up for it by being so + ATTENTIVE — which makes sense , considering that they are a PISCES ! when i think of them , i imagine PILES OF UNSENT & UNOPENED LETTERS, DEAD PLANTS HE CAN'T SEEM TO KEEP ALIVE, A METICULOUSLY ORGANIZED ROOM . and of course , don’t forget to follow them at ( @EZRAHARRIS ) !
it’s liv, again ! this time with my trash son, ezra <3 you know the drill ! if you’re interested in plotting leave me a lil heart and i’ll make my way to your dms either here or on discord !
— — — — statistics.
FULL NAME. ezra dominic harris
NICKNAMES. n/a
AGE. twenty - four
SEXUALITY. panexual , panromantic
DATE OF BIRTH. february 21st
PLACE OF BIRTH. brooklyn , new york
PARENTS. carl turner ( father, 46 ) , juliet harris ( mother, 40 )
LANGUAGES. english, latin, french.
HAIR COLOR. brown.
HAIR STYLE. messy & wavy.
EYE COLOR. brown.
HEIGHT. 5'9".
CLOTHING STYLE. a lot of basics, very monochrome color scheme. usually a white button down and some pants, will occasionally wear sneakers but prefers boots.
INSPIRED BY. todd anderson from the dead poets society, edward cullen from twilight, peter parker from spiderman, akira fudo from devilman: crybaby.
— — — — bio.
TW. ; divorce.
tdlr; a bookworm hopeless romantic from a broken home who has a hard time making conversation. loves music and playing the piano, and is a big nerd about classic lit.
ezra’s childhood is something he doesn’t enjoy dwelling on. an introvert at his core, as a child he had a tough time establishing connections with people, a flaw that become more prominent with his parents’ divorce.
an only child to his mother, julie, ( he has two step siblings from his dad’s side ), things at home began to change when his father, carl, moved out, for better and worse. for the first time in his 13 years of living, the arguments between his parents had finally stopped. ezra no longer had to blast music in his headphones to shut that out, and his mother looked happier, a distinction he can’t talk about without tears swelling in his eyes. the hardships were yet to come though, when two years down the line, carl brought a halt to the child support in a fit of jealousy, as julie had just started dating once more. to say this made ezra’s blood boil was an understatement. he made a promise to his mother that one day she wouldn’t have to worry about anything, that he would provide everything for her.
about to reach adulthood, ezra didn’t have to think twice about his academic studies. the effort his mother had gone through to keep paying for his piano lessons, despite it meaning picking up extra hours at work and sometimes only sleeping 4 hours a night, ezra knew to take his studies at school seriously, to make her proud and especially to gain a scholarship and keep his promise. gaining the scholarship was perhaps one of the happiest days of his life, he enrolled in classical studies, his career options were vast, as he considered maybe teaching or working at a museum, maybe even becoming an author one day.
college shaped ezra into becoming independent, living on his own for the first time, and it presented the challenge of overcoming his extreme shyness for his own survival. as a child, the fictional characters in his books were the closest he had to friends. he remains a reserved person, but from meeting people and watching them become his friends, and experiencing his first love. he learned how vital making connections is, and it’s easier to make the effort, and keep the small talk going without putting his foot in his mouth.
throughout his studies, something that always calmed him down was his old childhood friend, the piano. he would play it and it was like the world went silent around him; it was just him and the keys. he decided that before interning he would audition for a orchestra in new york city, and low and behold, he got in and hasn’t looked back, since.
that’s where he’s at right now, he left brooklyn, but stayed closed enough to his mom’s house, so he can keep helping her in whichever way she needs. he commutes to the city every day, just your average guy with a LOT of feelings.
— — — — headcannons.
reads a lot of classical literature, his favorites are greek tragedies, like oeudipus, and the odyssey.
a chain smoker... call him out.
always looks like he’s deep in thought, sometimes is in his feelings but most of the time he is thinking about something stupid like some cat meme he saw
keeps a journal !! very sensitive, most likely has written about your muse if they know each other
extremely loyal to his friends and will absolutely worship anyone he has a crush on.
loves watching romantic comedies, his favorite is probably when harry met sally, but you didn’t hear it from me
he has a pet black more goldfish, named bubble. no reason, he’s just dumb.
has a vertical piano in his room ! he’s not really into keyboards.
his favorite piece to perform is ludovico einaudi's primavera.
“You can’t love someone unless you love yourself first” Bullshit.
I have never loved myself.
But you
Oh god, I loved you so much I forgot what hating myself felt like.
My thoughts before I go to sleep. (via constant-nxthing)
