#nora002

[desertsiren]

starter for @magic-by-nora​

location: nora’s residence

It’s mid-morning by the time Oliver shows up on Nora’s doorstep. He hadn’t expected anything to be difficult to find for this batch of ingredients, but the normal seller for the poppies was running low and he’d had to find a secondary source.

As a result, he was grumpy and shifting from foot to foot as he knocked a random pattern into the door. Only a few seconds passed before he huffed and tapped again. The moment the door opened he burst into a rant that had clearly been simmering a long time.

“Humans are the most annoying creatures - no rudeness to you. I had to argue with the woman for this barley for half an hour! She clearly did not need it, she had three other bags. Selfish wretch... Why do they do this, Nora, I do not understand why they choose to be so frustrating.” There was only a brief pause before he blinked and held out the parcels with a smile. “Here you go! May I see what you do with them?”

[ezra-b-a]

( @nora-judd )

It’s getting dark out.

He should be asleep. He should at least try. Instead, he’s burning through his smokes. A pile of ash and cigarette butts sits next to his feet, just two steps away from the RV’s door.  Daniel hadn’t shifted. Not once in the hours he’d spent sat inside the RV. He’d tried distracting himself. Flicking through the crossword book from the church Danny had found him. 

He’d done nothing but throw it at the wall in front of him. 

It’s how he’s ended up outside, now fumbling through his pack for a third smoke. Ezra squeezes his eyes shut for a moment. They’re dry. The smoke isn’t helping that. Neither is the fact he can hardly shut his eyes without them popping open.

Any distractions were pointless. he only found himself fixating on the reality in the vehicle behind him and the nightmare where he’d seen a more violent version of that played out right in front of him. He does his best to focus on the slow inhale and exhale. Mindlessly counting breaths. That is until he sees a figure coming across the parking lot. There’s the idle thought he should do something. 

But it’s definitely human, that much is clear the closer she gets and a familiar face comes into view. He’s yet met Nora when he was in a ... more stable mood. At least right now he isn’t the one with bruises around his throat. Even if he’d rather take Danny’s place, no questions asked. 

Ezra holds out the pack to Nora, not sure if she smokes, but it’s the most he can do for the moment.