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Did you have a good Christmas? Or was it quite boring and predictable?
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“Well, this is a surprise. Mathias isn’t here. Unless you’ve actually come to see me. Like most people.” He grinned.
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Came to visit me, Effy?
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“That’s not exactly the best camouflage.”
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She fucking knows he loves lingerie. Knows it makes him damn near weak in the knees to see a woman wearing it proudly. They were high school sweat hearts nearly, only back then she had a lousy boyfriend, and flirted with him accidentally in every period they had together. In Chemistry she use to lift her legs up and twirl them, every five minutes she’d pull her dress up just a little bit more so that when he was just about to see her lacy knickers, the bell would fucking ring. In Heath she asked to be his fucking domestic partner for a week in a pretend household, joked every day about how they’d fuck.
See, Ezra was the guy in school that looked like the outcast, like the bad kid that wasn’t actually a bad kid. His parents were abusive, he couldn’t afford new clothes and the small knit of friends he had was all he needed. They got into trouble, sure, but for different reasons than you’d expect. But sometimes the pretty girls like the wild thing about him that rarely ever surfaced. She did.
At prom she asks to dance with him. He doesn’t know how to be rude and say he doesn’t dance so he does. During a break in classes she asks to borrow his pencil and slide her hand down his chest. Throughout the year she does this, teases him with subtle things till eventually, one day, he pushes the pair of them into the janitor’s closest. He runs his fingers up her dress, pushes it up inch by inch like she’s done before, runs his hands down her chest, even kisses her neck. Then leaves, abruptly, like she’s teased and left him before.
When summer comes he sees her again in some public event. They fuck in his car while he lousy boyfriend pretends his hand isn’t in some girl’s shirt. That wasn’t the last time they fucked in his car. Really, they were the secret affair of the school, no one ever knew they were fucking until senior year, when the principle caught them in the boy’s locker room after school.
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“We aren’t done!” This. Fucking. Brat. “You killed my master!” For the last few hours he’s been going at this, and sure, Ezra had killed some masters during the invasion. They were a bunch of fucking scumbags who abused him regularly, or crazed things trying to drain him dry. But the scenario he keeps retelling isn’t one he remembers because his master wasn’t one of his kills. He snarled that to him him, but he won’t listen. During their fifteen minute break from their duty to rebuild the city, which Ezra hasn’t raised a finger for, the boy comes after him.
His darkness has consumed him since the invasion, the Wolf he suppressed at the fore. He is feral, hungry for a fight. A fist connects with his cheek but Ezra doesn’t even lose his footing, turning his face back to the other slave, grinning, his tongue running along his bloodied teeth. Then he repays the favor, his knuckles crashing into the boy’s nose. It breaks. Another hasty punch is thrown his way but he dodges it easily and continues hitting the kid, again and again. “Are we done?” he lowly snarls, advancing to take back every step his punches sends the other back. A hit sends the kid to the ground, a final one rendering him unconscious. “I think we’re done.”
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"It's dangerous to be staring, at a time like this."
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"You aren't being very subtle," he lowly murmurs between breaths, palms flat against the ground as he neared the end of his rounds of pushups. He felt the eyes watching his movements even before he heard the footsteps approach.