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oliviaxjacobs.

“That’s if your oven hasn’t bitten the dust,” Olivia replied before looking concerned at Ezra. “Are you okay? Are you hurt at all? Burned?”

“I got them out of the oven before anything could happen to it. It’s survived much worse,” Ezra reassured. “I’m fine, I -” he raised his hands for inspection and bumped an elbow into the still hot pan and quickly retracted it, wincing. “I spoke too soon.”

#( olivia. )#c1: olivia

dephus

I have late night conversations with the moon. She tells me about the sun. I tell her about you.

S.L Gray (via ohteenscanrelate)

#▓┊★ ‹ musing.#▓┊★ ‹ wanted connection.

delilahrhee.

Delilah heard the insistent, annoying screech of the smoke detector as she walked up to the door. She sighed, pushing the door open and making her way to the kitchen. “This…definitely looks like something, Goose. What were you making anyways?” She opened the kitchen window, hoping to let some of the smoke out, despite the cold. “I hope it wasn’t dinner.”

Ezra changed the frantic flapping of the baking sheet underneath the smoke detector to direct the last of it out the window. “It’s something. It’s nothing,” he declared and sat down on the edge of the counter. “It’s the charred remnants of my hopes and dreams - spicy hot chocolate macarons.” He ran a hand through his hair and let out a small sigh. “As if macarons aren’t temperamental enough, they do not appreciate it when you take a nap and forget about them, apparently.”

#( delilah. )#c1: delilah #( ez why are you so dramatic please??? )#( but look at his arms ok nice )

oliviaxjacobs.

“Why did you start without me? This could’ve totally been avoided, Ezra.”

The beeping finally stopped and Ezra slid off the counter in defeat. “Because decorating the cookies is more fun than baking them - but there’s more dough in the fridge -- don’t worry.”

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thequeerwithoutfear-deactivated

pick your battles. pick… pick fewer battles than that. put some battles back. that’s too many

#▓┊★ ‹ musing.#▓┊★ ‹ ft. cleo

pyrocleo.

In a strange way, Cleo was relieved when it was Ezra’s voice that replied to her own. She really didn't have the energy for a fight based on one quick bad idea. Ezra at least would have the ability to understand how she felt. The bond she shared with the boy was a strange one, different again from Ira and Jordi, but there was a comfort in not having to explain herself all the time. A sigh fell from her lips “Why dont you tell me?” The response came out sharper than she would have liked and she was quick to try and correct it. “Sorry I just had a bad night,”

Ezra flashed a smile and tried to gauge what the situation called for. A bright one? A soft one? He settled on one somewhere in the middle and collected himself. It was hard to ruffle his feathers when he was aware of what was coming emotionally. “I think,” he reached out and settled a hand on her shoulder, “that you’re going to be fine.” A sense of calm eked out and washed over Cleo and Ezra flicked his gaze back up to meet hers to see if he was invading. “I also think stopping naps after kindergarten was a terrible idea.”

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pyrocleo.

Cleo sighed as she made her way to yet another stupid class. She had gotten next to no sleep the night before, thanks to other babies at the orphanage and as a result her mood was little more than awful. She just hoped the others had enough common sense not to come anywhere near her. No even that thought had been premature, as soon enough she felt the push of a rushing body colliding with her shoulder, and the girl was quick to snap at the offender before even turning slightly to lay eyes on their face.

“Look I literally couldn’t care less about who you are, you should learn to watch the hell you're walking,”

Sleep often evaded Ezra, or rather Ezra evaded it. It was in the early hours with the sky draped in a blanket of stars that quiet finally embraced the loudest of minds. A sense of serenity rose and sank with a distant moon and mornings spurred on another case of carefully contained chaos. This one was no different, and Ezra found himself chasing down an equally frantic fellow member of student council. He decided to probe for answers later, but failed to slow his pursuance in time before careening into someone else. Ezra stepped back with an apology spilling from his lips, “Cleo! Hi, sorry -- are you okay??”

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The smoke detector continued screaming, and a few curls of gray smoke still billowed by an empty fire extinguisher. Ezra stood poised on the counter, waving a baking sheet beneath the source of the beeping. The detector’s shrillness continued and he echoed it sarcastically, freezing when he heard the door open. “…It’s not as bad as it seems?”