#nik black

[ezraweasley]

For Nik

Ezra camped out on one of the lobby seats of the hotel. People came and went but for a large hotel the space was more empty than he would expect it to be. He found his eyes grazed over his surroundings taking in the wood panelling that held English influences in spite of this being a modern building overall. It was an odd combination of that contemporary design that had character but lacked feeling and a nod to the Colonialism that influenced, if not shaped the country. It was one of the things about travel he enjoyed, seeing how history found its way in the foundations of everything even if it was a history some would rather walk away from. Yet, forgetting the past one doesn’t like often leads to a lack of accountability and further problems the longer you walk the road away from it. It was an interesting place humanity found itself in perpetually, no matter where one or one's ancestors came from, and something Ezra pondered more than most people, he was certain of that. 

But history and architecture were not the reason he found himself waiting. No, this position in the beehive of the hotel's staff and guests was directly related to the vague plans to celebrate with his best mate. He hadn’t a clue what that meant for the afternoon's activities and he would be lying if there wasn’t anxiety about the unknown. Even if that unknown was to be traversed with the person he trusted the most. He was woefully out of practice when it came to social outings like this. The two had fallen out of going on them, at least beyond late night sits in the garden when the rest of their respected people were sleeping and they, well, weren’t. That was common. Going out into the wild with the rest of the strangers of the world wasn’t a frequent thing and that was actually a shame. They needed to be better about that, but Ezra wasn’t sure that wasn’t just a side effect of “growing up”. Still, he was excited, and he knew he was in good hands. Nik was far better at finding things to do than he was and he was certain whatever they would get up to would be a story to keep and cherish and retell in the years to come.

[mrssarablack]

Your husband kissed a guy on stage 😕

And?

I feel that with the way this is worded you're thoroughly shocked by this action, and feel as though I am in the dark and should know this happened. I'm not sure why though, because in my mind there are really three options: you want me to make him not do it again, you were hoping it would upset me, or you really thought I didn't know.

I did know. I saw. When it happened. I can also say amused was more my reaction than shock.

Also, I probably come closest to "controlling" Nikolas but that's not my role here. At all. He can and will do what he wishes. In fact, there's a decent chance if I told him to not do something and I didn't have a valid concern or reason to address the request he'd be more inclined to do it again. 😅

So all that is to really say it was a performance. He was having fun and I'm not bothered or threatened by it 🤷🏻‍♀️

[ezraweasley]

[mrssarablack]

[mrssarablack]

For Nik

(My starters always suck and I meant to write this yesterday but time slipped away... so yeah.... Here’s a thing.)

It was safe to say that she was out of her element. She’d grown more accustomed to luxurious things in the two years she’d been dating Nikolas Black but it was safe to say this was the first time she was left to enjoy something of this scale on her own. Or rather, on her lonesome with her furry companion who had settled at her feet with his favorite stuffy and some convincing on her part.

Regardless of her methods to calm the energetic pup, she had also settled into the heavily cushioned seat and sighed to herself as she glanced at the view out the window. There was a quiet electric buzz that coursed through her. It rippled with the anticipation of seeing Nik in person again for the first time in a month, the prospect of seeing their new house for the first time, and the minimal fact that she would soon be living somewhere completely different than anywhere she had ever resided permanently.  

Her whole life was about to change, not in a small way, and even though she had actively been taking steps towards that since the beginning of September it hadn’t truly hit her until her papers had actually arrived. Perhaps, that was in part due to a well trained protective response that begged her to pad her expectations just in case things fell flat. That being said she hadn’t hesitated all that much  once Nik had put the prospect on the table. She’d realized long ago that she was willing to go with pretty much anything as long as he was by her side. For better or worse she was all in. 

And now, she found herself tens of thousands of feet in the air headed home. She leaned forward a little to pet Auggie before she gave him a soft pat to proclaim she was done and settled back into the chair. She sighed to herself and closed her eyes hoping to at least catch a little sleep before she landed. 

[mrssarablack]

Happy Birthday, Nikolas!

Let's celebrate whatever ;)

[ezraweasley]

Happy Birthday, mate.

[mrssarablack]

For Nik

Sara sat in front of her dress form mannequin. It was at times a creepy accessory but a necessary one for the majority of her projects. What she was doing now, however, was nothing more than play. She carefully took up scraps alternating in grays and whites and pinned them to the waist of the form that currently represented her own measurements. It wasn’t anything she was likely to finish sewing as the ruffled folds she was currently creating were more eye pleasing than functional even in a ‘going out on the town’ capacity. 

She was pleased with the way it was going even as she reached the end of her pile of extras, which was just short of allowing her to move her way up the torso beyond the skirt of the imaginary dress. She sighed to herself as she pinned the last long strip across the stomach and left breast to rest just on the shoulder. With the final pin stabbed into the gray fabric of the mannequin the feeling that led her to her room settled back in. She frowned and looked down at the table where she’d carefully laid out the bits she’d used in her creation and stared for a moment. The creative moment had lifted her up while she had been doing it but in its immediate absence she realized it had been a distraction, and she was left right back in the thoughts she couldn’t quite push out of her head. 

Her eyes stung suddenly and the redhead shook her head at the feeling she didn’t seem to have control over anymore. More and more, her heart felt heavy and her thoughts were less optimistic. She was a fighter by nature as much as by nurture, and any time this feeling began to creep in she lashed out against it and found ways to rise above it. And yet, sitting in her room it began to overwhelm her. It wasn’t the first time and she doubted it would be the last, but in response to it she turned towards the door, stood and proceeded out into the rest of the house, rather than give into the urge to stay in her room and sob in a failed attempt to manage things herself. 

Immediately, she made her way to the basement. Sara hadn’t really thought the action through. It seemed a natural flight response from the part of her that whispered, she didn’t have to face things alone. It wasn’t weakness no matter how many times her brain tried to tell her it was. 

She raised her hand to knock on the door to the studio and she paused. It wasn’t like her to initiate a moment that would demand she open up about her own feelings candidly. She realized in many ways she didn’t hold herself or her opinions back but in the things that laid more internally she did. In fact, more often than not her knee jerk reaction was to bottle her feelings up. Even when she got close, those little moments where she knew she was asking for help, she would walk it back because it was hard for her to be vulnerable. She could be hones and opinionated, to a fault, but real vulnerability was incredibly hard. After all, she was the tough one who could handle anything. The idea that potentially admitting to contrary feelings to that viewpoint would taint the way she was perceived was a real fear, even if she knew it was invalid. 

And yet she was there and she knew she shouldn’t turn back. Her throat felt dry, she breathed out through her mouth a meditative focused breath and she finally knocked. Before she even really registered an answer, she turned the knob and let herself in. Once inside she crossed her right arm over her stomach and latched onto the others elbow, somewhat shrinking into herself as she did. She asked softly, “Can… can we talk?”