NOIREVEMBER 𖦹 from @darkchy1de : ❝ i wondered why you didn't ask me who i was. ❞
her words make ezekiel look up from his hands, the skin around his nails picked bloody. nervously, he’s chewing on his lips, he’s trying to meet her gaze. usually, this isn’t a big problem for him, he’s gotten used to it — years of practice. however, something about her makes him nervous. maybe it’s the familiarity without ever having met her. or the whispers about her all around him that get louder and louder with every passing moment. so loud that he just wants to . . .
❝ i don’t, ❞ he blurts out. ❝ um . . . i dont know you. ❞ why did he say that ?
the glare she's sporting doesn't surprise him, probably a way of silently asking him what his problem is. ezekiel gets up from where he's seated, shaking out his legs. trying to get at least some sort of footing in this more than awkward conversation. ❝ i mean i guess i’ve heard of you before . . . just never met. you know ? ❞












