Ezra had lost control, the Wolf he had so often suppressed the only creature standing at the fore. And a wolf does not belong in a cage. The first chance he had he left his cage, still stained with the blood from the battle, not wishing to wash it from his skin. Then he was on the hunt, untamed primal longings demanding to be sated; he found a hunter hidden from the city in the debris, unkept rage over his Colony’s actions causing his hands to become cruel as he wildly ripped him apart. Saturated with a new layer of blood, he stood now in a home, burned by a fire, smoking a pack of cigarettes he tastelessly stole from one of the dead. Taking a long inhale he turns looking with golden orbs to the pair of eyes he feels rest on his shoulders.
all of them (because im satan) (master/good) (coltons child/5) (likes)
£ Drabble of my character if they were a slave/civilian/master and they were good/bad.
It was some stupid fight the guards had set up again, pitting slaves against each other for their own amusement. It made him sick. Be broke the boys up and it was clear as soon as he broke through the crowd it wasn’t meant to be a fair fight. Some small skinny kid against a fucking werewolf with arms as thick as his thigh. Ezra picks the younger up, he can barely hold his own standing, and carries him back to his house. Hands are gentle as they wash the blood off his skin. He feeds him, lets him rest.
Then he trains him. Not how to fight, that’s fairly pointless with how small he is. He teaches him how to outsmart the others. The kid does well with his lessons, he’s almost proud.
§ My character will reveal a nightmare they’ve had about yours.
He can’t find him, not anywhere in the cells, not anywhere in the fucking city. Colton disappeared once, but he had already checked Solitary and didn’t even find a trace of him there. The guards won’t tell him anything, neither will the other slaves. They all tell him there has never even been a Colton in the city, that it’s all in his head. Ezra ends up screaming for him through the bars of his cell, everyone says he’s finally gone mad. They put him down just to shut him up.
Æ Drabble of my character with Colton’s child. (5)
The little boy reaches for a piece of candy sitting on the counter and Ezra pulls his hand away by his wrist. He’s babysitting Colton’s son, again. Ezra tells him candy is a dessert, he can have one after supper and the little one proceeds to tell him his daddy lets him have candy whenever he wants, buys him all the toys he wants, and that he wants more. Ezra sighs loudly and rolls his eyes, figures Colton has spoiled him. He reaches for the candy again and Ezra pulls his hand away again, tells him he can’t have the candy now because he’s disobeyed him.
He begins to cry. Ezra however, doesn’t run to coo to him, he gives him a look, puts his hands on his hips, and waits. Sure enough, after serval seconds the kid stops crying. It was an act. Fucking hell, this kid is Colton’s son.
¥ Drabble of an AU reenactment of our characters’ first meeting in a no-supernatural setting.
He’s not one for dancing. His friends had dragged him to this club because they wanted to get drunk, and he’s the designated drive of the pack of them. They are out there, flailing their limbs about in a way he’s sure to mock them for tomorrow, and he’s sitting up on some stool watching the lights flash over the floor.
“You don’t look like you’re having much fun!” he hears someone all but scream beside his ear, trying to defeat the music in volume. It worked. He turns surprised to see some younger boy grinning up at him, he’s covered in the dew of the night, sipping some drink he has in his hands. Ezra grins then, clearly he’s come over here to make a move, and clearly he thinks his good looks will get him right through the door. He’s not entirely wrong.
“Now I am,” Ezra muses, telling the bartender to bring the kid another drink.
µ Three things my character likes/dislike about yours.
Like:
He is caring.
He’s good to sleep with at night.
He’s willing to put up with Ezra’s shit.
Dislikes:
He’s spoiled.
He’s sassy, and someday someone isn’t going to like it as much as him.
He’s willing to put up with Ezra’s shit.
† Drabble of my character visiting your character’s grave.
He had told him to be more careful, but that foolish, that foolish beautiful boy had no idea what he was getting into. He was just so eager to get out of the cells, sleep in some gaudy house with sheets holding thousands of thread counts, he all but jumped on the first train out of the Chateau. Ezra told him to be more careful with who he gave his life away to, do some fucking research, know what he was getting into. And now he’s dead because that fucking master killed him. He doesn’t even get a funeral, there isn’t a grave plot for fucking slaves. Ezra doesn’t even get to go to his funeral, he has to hear about the news from one of the guards.
He plots to kill that fucking master the first chance he gets.
€ My character will describe yours in one sentence.
Spoiled pretty boy with more heart than the other rich snobs.
™ Drabble of your character falling asleep on mine.
It wasn’t all that unusual, at least, not for him. He’d managed to convince Ben to let them bunk for a night, the nightmares were getting worse. Colton is half asleep when he’s finally let in, Ezra crawls over to his cot, pushes him over just enough so his body can fit on the tiny space. He takes the male’s arm and wraps it over his shoulder, and almost as if his muscles know what to do, Colton’s arm constricts around his torso. Ezra still has nightmares that night, but they aren’t half as bad as they would be without that warm body beside him.
