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“Last I heard, parks were free. What do you want, my goddamn ticket?”

[ezra-hemlock]

Plain Sight | Llewyn & Ezra

At first glance, he would have looked like everyone else. That was the illusion, the aroma of the coffee house buried his scent, not a lick of clothing he wore belonged to him, thanks to the master he had slipped away from. Further inspection would find the split lip and the claw marks of someone who didn’t want to let go. For now he reads some book left behind before a shadow is cast over the words, “do you mind?” he all but grumbles as he looks up.

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A few of the slaves chattered about the return of their senses, fidgeting in their cells and testing them over and over again. Ezra was too grateful to have feeling back in his hands to question it, even with the tidal wave of pain that surged along his bones. The mutt stands oddly content before his barred window, eyes fixated on the rope in his hands he has been twisting into knots since his cell door shut. He doesn’t look behind him, even as he feels a pair of orbs linger, “should I be surprised you can see me,” he murmurs, his voice low and calm.