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@epheemere || Ezra
“Hey beautiful..” murmuring the greeting softly as she slid into their lap, Ezra’s arms immediately wrapped around her waist, tugging her closer still to press a kiss to her lips, humming a soft sound before pulling away. There was something up ... something she wanted to say, and the way her body language was now, they could tell. “What’s on your mind, Dove?”
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY MOST FAVORITE PERSON AND LOML @epheemere. Miss you and hope you have an amazing birthday ❤️❤️❤️
@epheemere liked [x] for a short starter.
“Clearly, it’s been far too long since I’ve attended one of my own parties, Miss --?” A smile, and a hand, extended out towards the woman.
@epheemere said:
"Would you think I'm stupid if I want to find Atlantis?"
HE LEANS back in his chair, ANALYZING the words that pass her lips, EACH moment of focus more intrinsic than the last as he CRANES his head back, stretching out a bit and drawing in a quiet breath. HE’S got a tad bit of history with the FABLED city, so he can’t say it’s FAR FETCHED for her to have some semblance of curiosity to finding it, but like EVERY hunt, there was always danger.
AND THERE WAS ALWAYS A PRICE.
“Nah...NO STUPID.”
He leans forward, putting out his cigarette in the ashtray before him before letting out a sigh, RESIDUAL smoke passing his lips as he cracks his neck just a little at the prospect.
“Jus’...be careful whatcha wish for, ATLANTIS’S one a th’most coveted PLACES t’find in th’comm...THIS ain’t gonna be an EASY hunt like some others we’ve done...”
@epheemere LIKED FOR A STARTER
he’s tired. so bone- and soul-crushingly EXHAUSTED. he drags his hands up his face and through his hair, lightly tugging on the strands still mussed from sleep. it’s thinning somewhat, a thought that makes a worm of self-consciousness slither through his belly. maker, help him, he feels older than he is. with a sigh, he allows himself to brood but a moment later before he forces himself to his feet.
he dons his armor methodically, piece by piece, layer by CAREFUL layer. there’s COMFORT in the familiarity, of tying laces and fastening buckles, of the smell of metal and leather. his ritual done, he exits the temporary lodgings he shares with the other soldiers -- still softly snoring in the dark -- and begins to set up his usual camp at the bottom of the staircase with his make-shift table. he’ll send a RUNNER to wake them once dawn begins to lighten the horizon. they’ve earned their rest, in the aftermath of haven.
he carries a candle with him, and spreads his work out before him. this was the HARDEST part of commanding. he stares at the list of the dead, of the men he FAILED to save, dips his quill in his ink pot, and begins.
@EPHEEMERE SENT : ❛ HAPPY BIRTHDAY XOXOXOX ( A ) BABY ❜ THE ONLY HOLIDAY THAT MATTERS ⁄ SEPTEMBER 1ST
i love u sm. will you adopt me? i wanna be your fourth kid. but you have to shower me with love & affection at all hours. i cannot be fed after midnight. i also can’t get wet or be left in bright lights. but i’m very soft if taken care of right. ♥
the beginning of the semester was an exciting time for steve. he looked forward to teaching students the history of art. for some, it was opening up a whole new world of knowledge and for others it helping them brush up on what they already knew (but he hoped they’d learn a few new things along the way as well!) however, what he the most excited for was teaching an evening sketch class. it was something that he picked up on the side to bring in a little extra money. he enjoyed drawing immensely and was always eager to help perfect techniques or help out those who had zero skills but were still interested in drawing. anyone could do art -- there was no wrong way, but it did help to have a few basic skills.
he scooted the chairs around and made sure each one could see the fruit bowl in the center of the room. tonight was just an introductory class: learning about the different types of drawing media and going over what they’d be leaning this semester. the night would finish with a quick fruit bowl sketch.
it was about twenty minutes before the class was to begin when he heard his first student enter. he turned to see a young woman with blonde hair and smiled warmly to her. “hello! welcome to the basics of drawing! i’m doctor steve rogers...but, uh, you can just call me steve.” he chuckled lightly and stuck out his hand for her to shake. “no need for formalities. but welcome! take a seat anywhere you’d like. you’re first, so you get to pick the best seat in the house!”
he could already feel his cheeks starting to redden. even though he was excited about tonight, he was still a little nervous. and when he was, he tended to babble quite a bit.
@epheemere
INBOX: “i’m always careful.” MEME: PROTECTER / PROTECTEE STARTER. ASKED BY: @epheemere
“ DEBATABLE. ” Folding his arms against his chest, he cocked his head to one side. “ Last time you said that you ended up banged up in the medic bay because you couldn’t see straight, but you’re always safe, right? ”
