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@the-businessman
Is it doing alright? It doesnt look great.
It'll be fine. It's just being dramatic.
Whatever you say, I guess...
Don't disrespect me, apprentice.
Hello. My name is Doctor Ezra, and I'll be your surgeon for today. Is that alright?
Just.
Hold.
Still.
Pronouns- he/they
Chat he's not aroace anymore I decided
He's bi I decided
Romance tag: Doctor's Notes
[ Orion packed his stuff, a small hideout in the forest, where they met. He thought it was safe to go back, grabbed the courage to go back home.]
[he flew up into his roof, where his bedroom window layed. he gently opened the window open, stuffed himself through it , as it wasn't as big as he was.. he stepped down onto his.. nest, well, what was left of it pillows covers, sheets were ripped from the last time he was here.]
[he grazed the now dusty violin case, and drawers full of unused clothing.]
[ the floorings cracked as he walked, picked up photos from the floor]
ezra kept trying to trace his barely existent memories at this point to try and find a plausible answer as to where pigeon could possibly be, or if he was even safe. How could they even let them do something like this? Or was it something more tragic? Did pigeon get kidnapped? He tried calling local authorities but they had given up months ago.
He sobbed for nights on end, not getting a wink of sleep. The one person in the world that he actually loved, the inky one that loved him, had just disappeared from existence. It had been weeks now since ezra saw him last, when he stitched up their scars. Maybe one day he'd find them. Maybe one day. He wasn't going to stop searching if it was the last thing he ever did, that was for sure.
A tall man stood behind you, his gait affected by what seemed to be some sort of severe injury. They were wearing a long grey tattered trench coat, placed over their shoulders without bothering to wear it "properly". He clenched his jaw and unbleached it constantly, clearly frustrated.
Orion.
What the fuck.
His face was distorted with rage and surprise, still barely taking in what they did to him.
[he flinched, turning around quickly.]
"I-...α΄±αΆ»Κ³α΅?!β»"
[his eyes widened, stance froze, hands behind his back shaking. He couldnt think of how to explain- all he knew is that maybe he'll be forgiven?..... fat chance he wont.]
"ΰΉ-..α΅’ β..βββbbβd yβα΅€ ββwβ"
[he stopped himself from finishing that sentence, guilty and feared expression on his face. Don't even mention or hell even remember he stabbed him, he thought to himself. he muttered a small "i'm so sorry"]
[his hunched back straightened, holding his arm tightly]
Ezra spat at the ground and took a few steps forward, his injuries distorting his appearance greatly.
I trusted you. I trusted you. And you tried to kill me.
You're just like the rest of them, aren't you?
Ezra grabbed pigeon by his crevat and pulled him close to his face, the blue light bouncing off of Pigeon's fur.
AREN'T YOU? YOU PIECE OF SHIT!
He let go of you again, his hands aching.
I loved you. I gave you my world, and this is what I get in return.
Ezra took a wobbly step back and brought a hand to his forehead, clearly immensely distraught.
he paused, breathless. He clammered for the stab wound that hadn't quite healed over fully yet, trying to cradle his injuries.
...why?
...why did you...?
He seemed more hurt than angry now, they never were a man for vengeance.
[he stared off to the side, not wanting to even glance at him]
[god hes so fucking selfish.]
"α΅’β..α΅’ dα΅’d α΅’ββ bβcβα΅€ββ βf βα΅’ββ"
[he paused, not even realizing what he wanted, what he was searching for forgiveness, he never realized, that it...hurt, others. his selfish ass, didnt even think of all the cons.]
"α΅’ββ¦..wββ βα΅£ββα΅’ββd α΅’ cβα΅€βd..bα΅£α΅’βg bβcβ β βββββββ bα΅€β βbα΅₯α΅’βα΅€ββy..α΅’β wββ β βα΅’β."
[he guiltily looked up at Ezra, eyes half lidded, not even trying to stay open. he knew that he wouldn't be forgiven, for sure. he shouldn't even try anymore]
[he tried looking at him but he couldn't, looking off onto a brick wall.]
No.
Ezra begrudgingly took another pained step towards you, groaning with every movement from the pain.
Why did you let him win.
He slumped his body against yours, smothering his face into your shoulder and using your body as a crutch. They lifted their head to speak to you.
Why did you let his words get to you...?
...you didn't deserve to be manipulated in such ways...
He paused before sighing and resting his head on your shoulder again.
Please... take me home, orion.
[he hesitantly nodded, reluctantly supporting Ezra up to stand properly. he lead Ezra and him out of the Alleyway]
[he stayed silent the whole time, looking down the whole time, contemplating and rethinking all decisions he ever made- occasionally looking up to make sure they were going the right way]
[he made a left, before finally arrive at the house, he stared at the doorknob, looking at his hand once again]
As soon as you opened the door, ezra fell forward and stumbled towards the nearest chair, almost collapsing into it.
A blue figure with a star for a head was...painted on the wall? No, it wasn't painted.. you wouldn't have painted something like that. It was ugly and a disgusting shade of blue, nearly the exact same as Ezra's blood.
All of a sudden, the figure moved. It bounced to the other wall next to you and...laughed.
Eliza certainly wasn't gone for long.
Ezra tilted up his head and spoke through pained wheezes.
Pigeon, darling, can you stitch wounds by any chance...?
He slumped back into the chair and slinked down so his coat and shirt got all bunged up, gathering around his shoulders, revealing his bruised stomach.
Don't worry, monkshood, he can't see me right now.
Don't worry, I won't do anything yet. For now I'll just observe I think, see how this goes. :)
[His eyes slightly widened at the sound of Eliza's voices, face scowling slightly as he nodded to Ezra and went to go find the materials to stitch him up]
"α΅’ βββα΅€gββ yβα΅€ wβα΅£β gβββ.."
[He dissapointedly spoke, quietly as he searched through cabinets, eventually finding a kit]
Eliza snickered.
'Course I'm not gone! I won't even be gone when you're dead! That purple bitch just stopped from doing a few... things with you, that's all.
Ezra tried his best to tilt up his head, still losing blood slowly.
Who...who are you talking to, darling...?
He groaned as he placed his neck back down again, gently trying to cradle his wounds to cope with the pain.
"α΅’β ββββα΅’βg, βzα΅£β!..ββββα΅’βg ββ βyβββf α΅’β βββ!β¦"
[he walked back, checking the kit to see if it has everything to use to stitch them up]
[he grabbed a chair, making himself comfortable on it, wings fixing a little since they were in the way. finally, he was about to start stitching it until..]
"cβα΅€βd yβα΅€ α΅€ββ?β¦"
[he refers to Ezra's shirt, moving it up so he can see how bad he..hurt them]
I...yes, hold on-
Ezra reached behind carefully and painfully, and started peeling away his blue stained shirt away from his skin, revealing a large wound, with marks from what looked like a boot left on it.
Ezra winced as he peeled the shirt off of himself.
Can you just try to be gentle...please?
WHOO! That does look bad, doesn't it monkshood?
[his eye twitched.. just ignore him how you ignore her. They took out a small needle and the thread, gently stitching like how he watched Ezra do it]
[His breath hitched, swallowing and biting his lip bacto try and not cry at the sight- he stitched in and out, talons bothering him as he does]
[he hoped he did the stitches right.. memory isn't very good.]
Air hissed through ezra's teeth as he writhed in pain from your stitches.
Once you were finished, he let a sigh of relief and turned t face you, placing his palms at either side of your face and pulling you close, giving you a gentle peck on the forehead.
Thank you, orion. I'm sorry for getting so hot-headed back there- I forget sometimes that it wasn't your fault. I'm sure you didn't want to stab me, after all.
I know how persuasive he can be sometimes. If he speaks to you again, please, try to ignore him best you can.
He knows nothing, pigeon. He's toyong with you. Don't give in. You want Lily back, don't you?
A shiver went up your spine as an unnervingly chill breeze suffocated the air around you. A man with a star for a head stood by you now, translucent and blue.
He placed his arm around you, it felt like being cased in dry ice.
A tall man stood behind you, his gait affected by what seemed to be some sort of severe injury. They were wearing a long grey tattered trench coat, placed over their shoulders without bothering to wear it "properly". He clenched his jaw and unbleached it constantly, clearly frustrated.
Orion.
What the fuck.
His face was distorted with rage and surprise, still barely taking in what they did to him.
[he flinched, turning around quickly.]
"I-...α΄±αΆ»Κ³α΅?!β»"
[his eyes widened, stance froze, hands behind his back shaking. He couldnt think of how to explain- all he knew is that maybe he'll be forgiven?..... fat chance he wont.]
"ΰΉ-..α΅’ β..βββbbβd yβα΅€ ββwβ"
[he stopped himself from finishing that sentence, guilty and feared expression on his face. Don't even mention or hell even remember he stabbed him, he thought to himself. he muttered a small "i'm so sorry"]
[his hunched back straightened, holding his arm tightly]
Ezra spat at the ground and took a few steps forward, his injuries distorting his appearance greatly.
I trusted you. I trusted you. And you tried to kill me.
You're just like the rest of them, aren't you?
Ezra grabbed pigeon by his crevat and pulled him close to his face, the blue light bouncing off of Pigeon's fur.
AREN'T YOU? YOU PIECE OF SHIT!
He let go of you again, his hands aching.
I loved you. I gave you my world, and this is what I get in return.
Ezra took a wobbly step back and brought a hand to his forehead, clearly immensely distraught.
he paused, breathless. He clammered for the stab wound that hadn't quite healed over fully yet, trying to cradle his injuries.
...why?
...why did you...?
He seemed more hurt than angry now, they never were a man for vengeance.
[he stared off to the side, not wanting to even glance at him]
[god hes so fucking selfish.]
"α΅’β..α΅’ dα΅’d α΅’ββ bβcβα΅€ββ βf βα΅’ββ"
[he paused, not even realizing what he wanted, what he was searching for forgiveness, he never realized, that it...hurt, others. his selfish ass, didnt even think of all the cons.]
"α΅’ββ¦..wββ βα΅£ββα΅’ββd α΅’ cβα΅€βd..bα΅£α΅’βg bβcβ β βββββββ bα΅€β βbα΅₯α΅’βα΅€ββy..α΅’β wββ β βα΅’β."
[he guiltily looked up at Ezra, eyes half lidded, not even trying to stay open. he knew that he wouldn't be forgiven, for sure. he shouldn't even try anymore]
[he tried looking at him but he couldn't, looking off onto a brick wall.]
No.
Ezra begrudgingly took another pained step towards you, groaning with every movement from the pain.
Why did you let him win.
He slumped his body against yours, smothering his face into your shoulder and using your body as a crutch. They lifted their head to speak to you.
Why did you let his words get to you...?
...you didn't deserve to be manipulated in such ways...
He paused before sighing and resting his head on your shoulder again.
Please... take me home, orion.
[he hesitantly nodded, reluctantly supporting Ezra up to stand properly. he lead Ezra and him out of the Alleyway]
[he stayed silent the whole time, looking down the whole time, contemplating and rethinking all decisions he ever made- occasionally looking up to make sure they were going the right way]
[he made a left, before finally arrive at the house, he stared at the doorknob, looking at his hand once again]
As soon as you opened the door, ezra fell forward and stumbled towards the nearest chair, almost collapsing into it.
A blue figure with a star for a head was...painted on the wall? No, it wasn't painted.. you wouldn't have painted something like that. It was ugly and a disgusting shade of blue, nearly the exact same as Ezra's blood.
All of a sudden, the figure moved. It bounced to the other wall next to you and...laughed.
Eliza certainly wasn't gone for long.
Ezra tilted up his head and spoke through pained wheezes.
Pigeon, darling, can you stitch wounds by any chance...?
He slumped back into the chair and slinked down so his coat and shirt got all bunged up, gathering around his shoulders, revealing his bruised stomach.
Don't worry, monkshood, he can't see me right now.
Don't worry, I won't do anything yet. For now I'll just observe I think, see how this goes. :)
[His eyes slightly widened at the sound of Eliza's voices, face scowling slightly as he nodded to Ezra and went to go find the materials to stitch him up]
"α΅’ βββα΅€gββ yβα΅€ wβα΅£β gβββ.."
[He dissapointedly spoke, quietly as he searched through cabinets, eventually finding a kit]
Eliza snickered.
'Course I'm not gone! I won't even be gone when you're dead! That purple bitch just stopped from doing a few... things with you, that's all.
Ezra tried his best to tilt up his head, still losing blood slowly.
Who...who are you talking to, darling...?
He groaned as he placed his neck back down again, gently trying to cradle his wounds to cope with the pain.
"α΅’β ββββα΅’βg, βzα΅£β!..ββββα΅’βg ββ βyβββf α΅’β βββ!β¦"
[he walked back, checking the kit to see if it has everything to use to stitch them up]
[he grabbed a chair, making himself comfortable on it, wings fixing a little since they were in the way. finally, he was about to start stitching it until..]
"cβα΅€βd yβα΅€ α΅€ββ?β¦"
[he refers to Ezra's shirt, moving it up so he can see how bad he..hurt them]
I...yes, hold on-
Ezra reached behind carefully and painfully, and started peeling away his blue stained shirt away from his skin, revealing a large wound, with marks from what looked like a boot left on it.
Ezra winced as he peeled the shirt off of himself.
Can you just try to be gentle...please?
WHOO! That does look bad, doesn't it monkshood?
A tall man stood behind you, his gait affected by what seemed to be some sort of severe injury. They were wearing a long grey tattered trench coat, placed over their shoulders without bothering to wear it "properly". He clenched his jaw and unbleached it constantly, clearly frustrated.
Orion.
What the fuck.
His face was distorted with rage and surprise, still barely taking in what they did to him.
[he flinched, turning around quickly.]
"I-...α΄±αΆ»Κ³α΅?!β»"
[his eyes widened, stance froze, hands behind his back shaking. He couldnt think of how to explain- all he knew is that maybe he'll be forgiven?..... fat chance he wont.]
"ΰΉ-..α΅’ β..βββbbβd yβα΅€ ββwβ"
[he stopped himself from finishing that sentence, guilty and feared expression on his face. Don't even mention or hell even remember he stabbed him, he thought to himself. he muttered a small "i'm so sorry"]
[his hunched back straightened, holding his arm tightly]
Ezra spat at the ground and took a few steps forward, his injuries distorting his appearance greatly.
I trusted you. I trusted you. And you tried to kill me.
You're just like the rest of them, aren't you?
Ezra grabbed pigeon by his crevat and pulled him close to his face, the blue light bouncing off of Pigeon's fur.
AREN'T YOU? YOU PIECE OF SHIT!
He let go of you again, his hands aching.
I loved you. I gave you my world, and this is what I get in return.
Ezra took a wobbly step back and brought a hand to his forehead, clearly immensely distraught.
he paused, breathless. He clammered for the stab wound that hadn't quite healed over fully yet, trying to cradle his injuries.
...why?
...why did you...?
He seemed more hurt than angry now, they never were a man for vengeance.
[he stared off to the side, not wanting to even glance at him]
[god hes so fucking selfish.]
"α΅’β..α΅’ dα΅’d α΅’ββ bβcβα΅€ββ βf βα΅’ββ"
[he paused, not even realizing what he wanted, what he was searching for forgiveness, he never realized, that it...hurt, others. his selfish ass, didnt even think of all the cons.]
"α΅’ββ¦..wββ βα΅£ββα΅’ββd α΅’ cβα΅€βd..bα΅£α΅’βg bβcβ β βββββββ bα΅€β βbα΅₯α΅’βα΅€ββy..α΅’β wββ β βα΅’β."
[he guiltily looked up at Ezra, eyes half lidded, not even trying to stay open. he knew that he wouldn't be forgiven, for sure. he shouldn't even try anymore]
[he tried looking at him but he couldn't, looking off onto a brick wall.]
No.
Ezra begrudgingly took another pained step towards you, groaning with every movement from the pain.
Why did you let him win.
He slumped his body against yours, smothering his face into your shoulder and using your body as a crutch. They lifted their head to speak to you.
Why did you let his words get to you...?
...you didn't deserve to be manipulated in such ways...
He paused before sighing and resting his head on your shoulder again.
Please... take me home, orion.
[he hesitantly nodded, reluctantly supporting Ezra up to stand properly. he lead Ezra and him out of the Alleyway]
[he stayed silent the whole time, looking down the whole time, contemplating and rethinking all decisions he ever made- occasionally looking up to make sure they were going the right way]
[he made a left, before finally arrive at the house, he stared at the doorknob, looking at his hand once again]
As soon as you opened the door, ezra fell forward and stumbled towards the nearest chair, almost collapsing into it.
A blue figure with a star for a head was...painted on the wall? No, it wasn't painted.. you wouldn't have painted something like that. It was ugly and a disgusting shade of blue, nearly the exact same as Ezra's blood.
All of a sudden, the figure moved. It bounced to the other wall next to you and...laughed.
Eliza certainly wasn't gone for long.
Ezra tilted up his head and spoke through pained wheezes.
Pigeon, darling, can you stitch wounds by any chance...?
He slumped back into the chair and slinked down so his coat and shirt got all bunged up, gathering around his shoulders, revealing his bruised stomach.
Don't worry, monkshood, he can't see me right now.
Don't worry, I won't do anything yet. For now I'll just observe I think, see how this goes. :)
[His eyes slightly widened at the sound of Eliza's voices, face scowling slightly as he nodded to Ezra and went to go find the materials to stitch him up]
"α΅’ βββα΅€gββ yβα΅€ wβα΅£β gβββ.."
[He dissapointedly spoke, quietly as he searched through cabinets, eventually finding a kit]
Eliza snickered.
'Course I'm not gone! I won't even be gone when you're dead! That purple bitch just stopped from doing a few... things with you, that's all.
Ezra tried his best to tilt up his head, still losing blood slowly.
Who...who are you talking to, darling...?
He groaned as he placed his neck back down again, gently trying to cradle his wounds to cope with the pain.
A tall man stood behind you, his gait affected by what seemed to be some sort of severe injury. They were wearing a long grey tattered trench coat, placed over their shoulders without bothering to wear it "properly". He clenched his jaw and unbleached it constantly, clearly frustrated.
Orion.
What the fuck.
His face was distorted with rage and surprise, still barely taking in what they did to him.
[he flinched, turning around quickly.]
"I-...α΄±αΆ»Κ³α΅?!β»"
[his eyes widened, stance froze, hands behind his back shaking. He couldnt think of how to explain- all he knew is that maybe he'll be forgiven?..... fat chance he wont.]
"ΰΉ-..α΅’ β..βββbbβd yβα΅€ ββwβ"
[he stopped himself from finishing that sentence, guilty and feared expression on his face. Don't even mention or hell even remember he stabbed him, he thought to himself. he muttered a small "i'm so sorry"]
[his hunched back straightened, holding his arm tightly]
Ezra spat at the ground and took a few steps forward, his injuries distorting his appearance greatly.
I trusted you. I trusted you. And you tried to kill me.
You're just like the rest of them, aren't you?
Ezra grabbed pigeon by his crevat and pulled him close to his face, the blue light bouncing off of Pigeon's fur.
AREN'T YOU? YOU PIECE OF SHIT!
He let go of you again, his hands aching.
I loved you. I gave you my world, and this is what I get in return.
Ezra took a wobbly step back and brought a hand to his forehead, clearly immensely distraught.
he paused, breathless. He clammered for the stab wound that hadn't quite healed over fully yet, trying to cradle his injuries.
...why?
...why did you...?
He seemed more hurt than angry now, they never were a man for vengeance.
[he stared off to the side, not wanting to even glance at him]
[god hes so fucking selfish.]
"α΅’β..α΅’ dα΅’d α΅’ββ bβcβα΅€ββ βf βα΅’ββ"
[he paused, not even realizing what he wanted, what he was searching for forgiveness, he never realized, that it...hurt, others. his selfish ass, didnt even think of all the cons.]
"α΅’ββ¦..wββ βα΅£ββα΅’ββd α΅’ cβα΅€βd..bα΅£α΅’βg bβcβ β βββββββ bα΅€β βbα΅₯α΅’βα΅€ββy..α΅’β wββ β βα΅’β."
[he guiltily looked up at Ezra, eyes half lidded, not even trying to stay open. he knew that he wouldn't be forgiven, for sure. he shouldn't even try anymore]
[he tried looking at him but he couldn't, looking off onto a brick wall.]
No.
Ezra begrudgingly took another pained step towards you, groaning with every movement from the pain.
Why did you let him win.
He slumped his body against yours, smothering his face into your shoulder and using your body as a crutch. They lifted their head to speak to you.
Why did you let his words get to you...?
...you didn't deserve to be manipulated in such ways...
He paused before sighing and resting his head on your shoulder again.
Please... take me home, orion.
A tall man stood behind you, his gait affected by what seemed to be some sort of severe injury. They were wearing a long grey tattered trench coat, placed over their shoulders without bothering to wear it "properly". He clenched his jaw and unbleached it constantly, clearly frustrated.
Orion.
What the fuck.
His face was distorted with rage and surprise, still barely taking in what they did to him.
[he flinched, turning around quickly.]
"I-...α΄±αΆ»Κ³α΅?!β»"
[his eyes widened, stance froze, hands behind his back shaking. He couldnt think of how to explain- all he knew is that maybe he'll be forgiven?..... fat chance he wont.]
"ΰΉ-..α΅’ β..βββbbβd yβα΅€ ββwβ"
[he stopped himself from finishing that sentence, guilty and feared expression on his face. Don't even mention or hell even remember he stabbed him, he thought to himself. he muttered a small "i'm so sorry"]
[his hunched back straightened, holding his arm tightly]
Ezra spat at the ground and took a few steps forward, his injuries distorting his appearance greatly.
I trusted you. I trusted you. And you tried to kill me.
You're just like the rest of them, aren't you?
Ezra grabbed pigeon by his crevat and pulled him close to his face, the blue light bouncing off of Pigeon's fur.
AREN'T YOU? YOU PIECE OF SHIT!
He let go of you again, his hands aching.
I loved you. I gave you my world, and this is what I get in return.
Ezra took a wobbly step back and brought a hand to his forehead, clearly immensely distraught.
he paused, breathless. He clammered for the stab wound that hadn't quite healed over fully yet, trying to cradle his injuries.
...why?
...why did you...?
He seemed more hurt than angry now, they never were a man for vengeance.
Im back darling!
A familiar smile greeted you at the door, with a blue and green party hat on and a small box in his hands.
Sorry it took so long, I decided to pick something up for your birthday on the way back-
He noticed how shook you looked, and the fact that Eliza was nowhere to be seen.
Orion, are you alright? You don't look yourself.
Ezra walked in and guided you to the chair in the kitchen, gesturing for you to sit and placing the box on the table.
I bought a cake for your birthday as well, but I'll get it out later. You don't look well.
He avoided asking where Eliza went, judging from your expression it didn't seem like a topic he should touch on right now.
Orion. I know you love him, but you need to kill that bastard as soon as you get the chance.
[he almost completely ignored Eliza- eyes widening slightly at the thought of killing him in the first place.]
"ββ!β.. α΅€βββ ββ ββ α΅’'β fα΅’ββ ββd βββββ yβα΅€!.."
[He rubbed the back of his neck, chuckling nervously. He yelled to himself dont listen to him..]
[he gazing at Ezra- ..not for too long until the lights started bothering his eyes again..]
I gave you a dagger, monkshood. Check your coat pocket. Use it against Ezra or I take your fucking arms and do it myself.
Ezra started unpacking the groceries.
You paused before saying that. Orion if there's something going on you can tell me-
Stab him NOW Monkshood. He's manipulating you, can't you see? You're just another little "expirement" to him. You saw what he did to his wife when you were in the lab. He's a monster, orion. And I need you to kill him, now.
Ezra looked at you with concern.
[he froze, stuttering and expression visible with slight panic. he fiddled and fidgeted with his arm feathers before making up and excuse to be a alone for a small while]
"α΅’βα΅€βββ ββα΅£α΅£y α΅’ βββd β ββββββ α΅’'ββ bβ bβcβ ββββ!.."
[he rushed to the upstairs bathroom, closing and locking the door behind him. his breathed hitched and heaved holding the sink tightly]
"ββα΅’zββ βα΅₯ββ α΅’f βββββ wββ yβα΅€ βα΅£β.. α΅’β βββ, ββα΅₯βα΅£, α΅’β βy fα΅€cβα΅’βg βα΅’fβ gβα΅’βg ββ βα΅’ββ ββββββα΅£ ββα΅£ββββ.."
[he whispered, heart beating like hell. .no. he wasn't going to risk another loved ones life. Never.again.]
You've done it before. You can do it again. I know you have it in you boy, that violent and ferocious need for blood, just like any animal. And who better to enact on those feelings than the one person who deserves them the most?
He doesn't love you, Orion. He's using you.
We're not so different you and I. Maybe that's it. You're just like me, so then I have to lure you like the anglerfish I am.
...
He paused.
Kill him, pigeon.
Or he'll kill you.
[he panicked, pacing around back and forth in the bathroom, breathing getting heavier and heavier.]
[He couldn't do it. He can't. He wouldn't. He will never. Not Ezra. Not anyone. Not ever, again.]
"Fα΅€cββ ββ. α΅’ wββ'β dβ α΅’β. Yβα΅€ cββ'β fα΅€cβα΅’βg MAKE ME!. βα΅’β ..α΅’ cβα΅€βdβ'β. βββ βα΅’β. ββ α΅’ββ'β. ."
[He held his head with on hand, the other supporting him on the sink.]
[He didn't believe it- he couldn't. He wouldn't. Don't listen to Eliza, they told themself.]
[He isn't. He isn't. . Right?.. dont go doubt now, Orion. ]
<you've already lost someone- well multiple someones, why not let another, hm?>
<add it to the collection?>
[They- .... right.how- how what- shes here?...]
Pigeon?? Are you doing alright up there?
Ezra calls from downstairs, concerned.
Hes getting impatient. Do it now and get it over with.
I can make you and I will.
Its either you or him, feathers. Stab him. Or I take your body for my own.
[His breath hitched, over and over. he cant..-he-.....doesn't, want to. ]
[but what if she wants this. what if this'll help her forgive him?... he thought a small bit, sliding down back facing the door. he held his head, the sound of water leaked from the sink.]
"α΅’ββ¦."
[he had to.]
[there's no other choice]
"β¦fα΅’..fα΅’ββ. α΅’'ββ dβ α΅’β. β±Όα΅€βββ..ββ βββg ββ α΅’ cββ bα΅€α΅£y βα΅’β ..α΅’β β gα΅£βα΅₯β, βfββα΅£."
"α΅’ ββ βββββ wβββ ββ ββα΅₯β βα΅’β α΅£βββ α΅’β βββcβ."
[he got up, wiping the tear stained face. He gained his composure, flushing the toilet making it sound like he just needed the washroom, walking out to downstairs.]
Pigeon, darling, I honestly couldn't care less what you do with the body. As long as he's dead, I'm happy.
Now take the dagger out of your jacket, and stab him.
Ezra's in the kitchen.
[he slowly nodded, going downstairs, holding the dagger tight in his pocket.]
[He shivered. He didn't want to do this.]
[He..quietly, somehow, walked behind Ezra, in the kitchen. He reluctantly reached out to his shoulder, getting to his ear, before whispering;]
"α΅’βα΅’'β ββ fα΅€cβα΅’βg ββα΅£α΅£y...."
"Forgive me."
[He stabbed him in the back, holding his breath. He quickly pulled out, breathing heavily, eyes widened with regret.]
[He stumbled backwards, holding the one of wooden chairs to keep him up]
He screamed. A pained scream, unlike any you had heard from him before. He was in shock. It felt like his scream lasted decades, although in reality it was only about 5 seconds.
Ezras breath hitched, before doubling over and clutching his chest, panting heavily, eyes wide. He still was barely processing what was happening.
Wh- what-
He coughed, bright blue blood spouting from his wound like a burst water bottle.
Orion- fuck-
His blood was getting everywhere as he shockingly pushed himself up and tore a chunk of his shirt off and started wrapping the wound, wincing at every movement he made.
-
Laughter echoed throughout the room as a familiar figure filled the room with blue smoke, patting you on the back.
HAHAHA oh! Oh, monkshood! You've really done it now haven't you?! He's gonna bleed allll over you until you remember him, isn't THAT RIGHT EZ! HA! HAHAHAA!
Eliza pulled himself together and took the dagger out of your hands, slipping it in his jacket again.
Gosh, what a show! Brutus would be proud of such a feat!
Good job son, I honestly didn't expect you to pull through!
Y-youre working with that BASTARD?! I-cough-should've known....eurgh..
ezra turned around and tried to hold onto your arm for stability, his hands covered in his own blood and coughing splatters of bright blue blood all over you.
I-i thought you loved me... I see what you are now...just like the rest of them...cough
[Their breath shivered, shaked.]
"α΅’β...fα΅€cβα΅’βg ββα΅’β...α΅’.. dα΅’d α΅’ dβ!α΅’β..fα΅€cβ α΅’.."
(Romance warnin, don't read the orange part if u don't wanna see taht- (Mod))
ezra eventually collapsed on the ground, his knees buckling beneath him, as Eliza stood over him, smirking.
The...the fuck you want now...? Is getting my partner to kill me not enough...?
He coughed, wiping the blood from his hand accross his face unintentionally.
I knew I shouldn't have let you in.
You haven't changed.
Im back darling!
A familiar smile greeted you at the door, with a blue and green party hat on and a small box in his hands.
Sorry it took so long, I decided to pick something up for your birthday on the way back-
He noticed how shook you looked, and the fact that Eliza was nowhere to be seen.
Orion, are you alright? You don't look yourself.
Ezra walked in and guided you to the chair in the kitchen, gesturing for you to sit and placing the box on the table.
I bought a cake for your birthday as well, but I'll get it out later. You don't look well.
He avoided asking where Eliza went, judging from your expression it didn't seem like a topic he should touch on right now.
Orion. I know you love him, but you need to kill that bastard as soon as you get the chance.
[he almost completely ignored Eliza- eyes widening slightly at the thought of killing him in the first place.]
"ββ!β.. α΅€βββ ββ ββ α΅’'β fα΅’ββ ββd βββββ yβα΅€!.."
[He rubbed the back of his neck, chuckling nervously. He yelled to himself dont listen to him..]
[he gazing at Ezra- ..not for too long until the lights started bothering his eyes again..]
I gave you a dagger, monkshood. Check your coat pocket. Use it against Ezra or I take your fucking arms and do it myself.
Ezra started unpacking the groceries.
You paused before saying that. Orion if there's something going on you can tell me-
Stab him NOW Monkshood. He's manipulating you, can't you see? You're just another little "expirement" to him. You saw what he did to his wife when you were in the lab. He's a monster, orion. And I need you to kill him, now.
Ezra looked at you with concern.
[he froze, stuttering and expression visible with slight panic. he fiddled and fidgeted with his arm feathers before making up and excuse to be a alone for a small while]
"α΅’βα΅€βββ ββα΅£α΅£y α΅’ βββd β ββββββ α΅’'ββ bβ bβcβ ββββ!.."
[he rushed to the upstairs bathroom, closing and locking the door behind him. his breathed hitched and heaved holding the sink tightly]
"ββα΅’zββ βα΅₯ββ α΅’f βββββ wββ yβα΅€ βα΅£β.. α΅’β βββ, ββα΅₯βα΅£, α΅’β βy fα΅€cβα΅’βg βα΅’fβ gβα΅’βg ββ βα΅’ββ ββββββα΅£ ββα΅£ββββ.."
[he whispered, heart beating like hell. .no. he wasn't going to risk another loved ones life. Never.again.]
You've done it before. You can do it again. I know you have it in you boy, that violent and ferocious need for blood, just like any animal. And who better to enact on those feelings than the one person who deserves them the most?
He doesn't love you, Orion. He's using you.
We're not so different you and I. Maybe that's it. You're just like me, so then I have to lure you like the anglerfish I am.
...
He paused.
Kill him, pigeon.
Or he'll kill you.
[he panicked, pacing around back and forth in the bathroom, breathing getting heavier and heavier.]
[He couldn't do it. He can't. He wouldn't. He will never. Not Ezra. Not anyone. Not ever, again.]
"Fα΅€cββ ββ. α΅’ wββ'β dβ α΅’β. Yβα΅€ cββ'β fα΅€cβα΅’βg MAKE ME!. βα΅’β ..α΅’ cβα΅€βdβ'β. βββ βα΅’β. ββ α΅’ββ'β. ."
[He held his head with on hand, the other supporting him on the sink.]
[He didn't believe it- he couldn't. He wouldn't. Don't listen to Eliza, they told themself.]
[He isn't. He isn't. . Right?.. dont go doubt now, Orion. ]
<you've already lost someone- well multiple someones, why not let another, hm?>
<add it to the collection?>
[They- .... right.how- how what- shes here?...]
Pigeon?? Are you doing alright up there?
Ezra calls from downstairs, concerned.
Hes getting impatient. Do it now and get it over with.
I can make you and I will.
Its either you or him, feathers. Stab him. Or I take your body for my own.
[His breath hitched, over and over. he cant..-he-.....doesn't, want to. ]
[but what if she wants this. what if this'll help her forgive him?... he thought a small bit, sliding down back facing the door. he held his head, the sound of water leaked from the sink.]
"α΅’ββ¦."
[he had to.]
[there's no other choice]
"β¦fα΅’..fα΅’ββ. α΅’'ββ dβ α΅’β. β±Όα΅€βββ..ββ βββg ββ α΅’ cββ bα΅€α΅£y βα΅’β ..α΅’β β gα΅£βα΅₯β, βfββα΅£."
"α΅’ ββ βββββ wβββ ββ ββα΅₯β βα΅’β α΅£βββ α΅’β βββcβ."
[he got up, wiping the tear stained face. He gained his composure, flushing the toilet making it sound like he just needed the washroom, walking out to downstairs.]
Pigeon, darling, I honestly couldn't care less what you do with the body. As long as he's dead, I'm happy.
Now take the dagger out of your jacket, and stab him.
Ezra's in the kitchen.
[he slowly nodded, going downstairs, holding the dagger tight in his pocket.]
[He shivered. He didn't want to do this.]
[He..quietly, somehow, walked behind Ezra, in the kitchen. He reluctantly reached out to his shoulder, getting to his ear, before whispering;]
"α΅’βα΅’'β ββ fα΅€cβα΅’βg ββα΅£α΅£y...."
"Forgive me."
[He stabbed him in the back, holding his breath. He quickly pulled out, breathing heavily, eyes widened with regret.]
[He stumbled backwards, holding the one of wooden chairs to keep him up]
He screamed. A pained scream, unlike any you had heard from him before. He was in shock. It felt like his scream lasted decades, although in reality it was only about 5 seconds.
Ezras breath hitched, before doubling over and clutching his chest, panting heavily, eyes wide. He still was barely processing what was happening.
Wh- what-
He coughed, bright blue blood spouting from his wound like a burst water bottle.
Orion- fuck-
His blood was getting everywhere as he shockingly pushed himself up and tore a chunk of his shirt off and started wrapping the wound, wincing at every movement he made.
-
Laughter echoed throughout the room as a familiar figure filled the room with blue smoke, patting you on the back.
HAHAHA oh! Oh, monkshood! You've really done it now haven't you?! He's gonna bleed allll over you until you remember him, isn't THAT RIGHT EZ! HA! HAHAHAA!
Eliza pulled himself together and took the dagger out of your hands, slipping it in his jacket again.
Gosh, what a show! Brutus would be proud of such a feat!
Good job son, I honestly didn't expect you to pull through!
Y-youre working with that BASTARD?! I-cough-should've known....eurgh..
ezra turned around and tried to hold onto your arm for stability, his hands covered in his own blood and coughing splatters of bright blue blood all over you.
I-i thought you loved me... I see what you are now...just like the rest of them...cough
Im back darling!
A familiar smile greeted you at the door, with a blue and green party hat on and a small box in his hands.
Sorry it took so long, I decided to pick something up for your birthday on the way back-
He noticed how shook you looked, and the fact that Eliza was nowhere to be seen.
Orion, are you alright? You don't look yourself.
Ezra walked in and guided you to the chair in the kitchen, gesturing for you to sit and placing the box on the table.
I bought a cake for your birthday as well, but I'll get it out later. You don't look well.
He avoided asking where Eliza went, judging from your expression it didn't seem like a topic he should touch on right now.
Orion. I know you love him, but you need to kill that bastard as soon as you get the chance.
[he almost completely ignored Eliza- eyes widening slightly at the thought of killing him in the first place.]
"ββ!β.. α΅€βββ ββ ββ α΅’'β fα΅’ββ ββd βββββ yβα΅€!.."
[He rubbed the back of his neck, chuckling nervously. He yelled to himself dont listen to him..]
[he gazing at Ezra- ..not for too long until the lights started bothering his eyes again..]
I gave you a dagger, monkshood. Check your coat pocket. Use it against Ezra or I take your fucking arms and do it myself.
Ezra started unpacking the groceries.
You paused before saying that. Orion if there's something going on you can tell me-
Stab him NOW Monkshood. He's manipulating you, can't you see? You're just another little "expirement" to him. You saw what he did to his wife when you were in the lab. He's a monster, orion. And I need you to kill him, now.
Ezra looked at you with concern.
What could only be described as a deeply disturbed man knocked at your apartment door. He willed himself to be wherever Ezra was, but he assumed Caerus had landed him here either to mess with him or because he was tired and couldn't think straight. Wherever he was, it definitely wasn't ezras place anyways, he'd never live in an actual house or apartment, for gods sake.
Hello?? Anyone home??
His voice was hoarse and tired, but he still croaked out the words nonetheless.
Come to think of it, he realised that he still hadn't wiped all the blood or tissues from his eyesockets. He could feel Caerus wipe his face but he doubted he looked any but presentable. In any matter, he was screwed if Ezra didn't answer this door, which he highly doubted would happen at this point.
[Pigeon perked up, slightly flinching at the sound of knocking, he wearily glanced at Ezra, before exiting the dusty room]
[He reluctantly opened the front door, just to be greeted by a-... hell Pigeon couldn't describe it but something ...deeply gorey, to say the least]
"βββββ?..β ββ βy ββα΅’ββ β ...cα΅£ββ yβα΅€ βββd βββββ"
[Their breath hitched, shakily.]
<reminds you of them, don't it?>
[He completely ignored her voice again, before panicking on what to do- he didn't know shit about medical stuff be he definitely knew someone who does.]
[He quickly said stay put before running to get Ezra, holding the side of the doorway shakily]
"α΅€βββ βzα΅£β wβ'α΅₯β gββ qα΅€α΅’ββ βββ βα΅£βbβββ ββα΅£β ββ βββ fα΅£βββ dββα΅£β.. ββββββββ βα΅€α΅£β...qα΅€α΅’ββ ββα΅£α΅£α΅’bβyβ"
Eliza looked up, confused, before dropping his sheet music and walking hastily over.
Oh dear, Y-yes, coming darling,
He stopped in his tracks when he saw who was standing at the door, and at the fact that this eyeless man was supposed to be dead years ago.
E-ELIZA?! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD!
Ezra turned to pigeon, trying to comfort him.
Orion, honey, he'll be fine, don't worry. He shouldn't even need my help, really.
He turned back to Eliza, furious.
You ASSHOLE! First you illegally sell MY lazuli, FAKE YOUR OWM DEATH AND YOU STILL HAVE THE NERVE TO SHOW UP TO OUR DOORSTEP?? IM NOT HELPING YOU, YOU PRICK!
He was glowing a bit brighter than usual, clearly fuming.
[pigeons eyes slightly widened at Ezra raising his voice- he's only really heard them raise his voice once.. ]
[Pigeon, hesitantly, spoke up, rubbing his arm. She chuckles at the situation]
"..α΅’β...α΅€ββ wβββ... ββybβ yβyβα΅€ cββ β±Όα΅€βββ... ββββ..ββββ βα΅€β..β ββcβ?..."
[He smiled nervously, rubbing his hands together behind his back]
"α΅’β β±Όα΅€ββ,β ββ.. α΅’β βββββ βα΅’ββ ββ βββdβ βiββ ββββ dββββα΅£ββββy.."
H-hey....ezra...hah..
His voice was loud, piercing. Memories of Eliza's childhood flooded in, ezra shouting at him after getting in trouble, nearly like a father figure to him. Ezras voice was the only one that ever unnerved him. He was uncomfortable at best, and terrified at worst, whenever ezra was angry with him.
Wh-whos this, ez?
And uh...yeah can you...patch me up...? Or something? Sorry I uh... got into a bit of a scrap on the way here.
-
"Got into a bit of a scrap" Eliza.
Ezra stared sternly and coldly dead where elizas eyes would have been, intimidation was a lot more difficult when you didn't have any eyes to strike fear into.
...I suppose this would be a good learning opportunity for you, orion. God forbid I'd I ever got into a situation... I think it would be important for you to learn how to put in a few stitches.
Come in, Eliza.
Ezra placed his arm around elizas back, gently guiding him into the kitchen to sit down on the old wooden chairs.
...claw marks..? What were you fighting, a badger??
I don't want to talk about it.
Ezra gestured for you to come over and watch what he was doing.
[Pigeon quickly gained his composure before worriedly following behind the two]
[Entering the kitchen he sat down in one of the chairs at the table. He thought. Maybe this could help her forgive him. He shook it off, thats a ..goal, for later.]
[Orion observed, tightly holding their arm under the table]
Ezra pulled out some bandages, antiseptic wipes and strong painkillers, and started getting to work on elizas eyes, or rather lack of them.
Watch carefully, darling.
Eliza started wiping out any remaining tissues left in elizas eye sockets. Eliza winced and groaned promptly.
Jesus- could you be any harder on the wound?
Oh, definitely. Be glad I have my partner here with me to prevent me from doing so.
YOUR PARTNER???
Yes, el. Don't sound so surprised. It's been almost a decade since-
Ezra cut himself off. He didn't want to unpack Stella's death right now.
Im just surprised someone like you was capable of getting bitches to be honest.
Hes not a bitch. If you call them that again I'll gouge your eyesockets even further.
Eliza winced as ezra pushed a bit harder into the crevices of his wounds.
Sorry have I introduced Eliza to you before, darling?
Ezra turned his head towards you while gathering the bandages for Eliza.
[Orion chuckled to himself, stopping in the middle of it to respond]
"α΅’β ββββ , ββ yβα΅€ ββα΅₯ββ'β..!"
[They fiddled with his hands under the table, occasionally looking away from the sight of Eliza. Bad memories, to say the least.]
<hm.. maybe the others can come join me..>
[She pondered in the corner, before finally dissappearing]
Ah, apologies.
Ezra spoke while wrapping the gauze around elizas head, covering his eyes tightly.
This is my brother, Eliza. I raised him myself since I was twelve, along with his twin sister, whom you had the unfortunate experience of meeting.
He's supposed to be dead. We were told years ago that he had been shot to death by a group of men to whom he owed money, something to do with an exchange of lazuli.
I only found out AFTERWARDS that he had been illegally selling my lazuli on the street in the short period I was teaching him medicine.
This is the first time we've met since his uh..."death".
Ezra paused for a moment, catching his breath while glaring at Eliza distasteful, despite Eliza's newfound blindness.
What could only be described as a deeply disturbed man knocked at your apartment door. He willed himself to be wherever Ezra was, but he assumed Caerus had landed him here either to mess with him or because he was tired and couldn't think straight. Wherever he was, it definitely wasn't ezras place anyways, he'd never live in an actual house or apartment, for gods sake.
Hello?? Anyone home??
His voice was hoarse and tired, but he still croaked out the words nonetheless.
Come to think of it, he realised that he still hadn't wiped all the blood or tissues from his eyesockets. He could feel Caerus wipe his face but he doubted he looked any but presentable. In any matter, he was screwed if Ezra didn't answer this door, which he highly doubted would happen at this point.
[Pigeon perked up, slightly flinching at the sound of knocking, he wearily glanced at Ezra, before exiting the dusty room]
[He reluctantly opened the front door, just to be greeted by a-... hell Pigeon couldn't describe it but something ...deeply gorey, to say the least]
"βββββ?..β ββ βy ββα΅’ββ β ...cα΅£ββ yβα΅€ βββd βββββ"
[Their breath hitched, shakily.]
<reminds you of them, don't it?>
[He completely ignored her voice again, before panicking on what to do- he didn't know shit about medical stuff be he definitely knew someone who does.]
[He quickly said stay put before running to get Ezra, holding the side of the doorway shakily]
"α΅€βββ βzα΅£β wβ'α΅₯β gββ qα΅€α΅’ββ βββ βα΅£βbβββ ββα΅£β ββ βββ fα΅£βββ dββα΅£β.. ββββββββ βα΅€α΅£β...qα΅€α΅’ββ ββα΅£α΅£α΅’bβyβ"
Eliza looked up, confused, before dropping his sheet music and walking hastily over.
Oh dear, Y-yes, coming darling,
He stopped in his tracks when he saw who was standing at the door, and at the fact that this eyeless man was supposed to be dead years ago.
E-ELIZA?! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD!
Ezra turned to pigeon, trying to comfort him.
Orion, honey, he'll be fine, don't worry. He shouldn't even need my help, really.
He turned back to Eliza, furious.
You ASSHOLE! First you illegally sell MY lazuli, FAKE YOUR OWM DEATH AND YOU STILL HAVE THE NERVE TO SHOW UP TO OUR DOORSTEP?? IM NOT HELPING YOU, YOU PRICK!
He was glowing a bit brighter than usual, clearly fuming.
[pigeons eyes slightly widened at Ezra raising his voice- he's only really heard them raise his voice once.. ]
[Pigeon, hesitantly, spoke up, rubbing his arm. She chuckles at the situation]
"..α΅’β...α΅€ββ wβββ... ββybβ yβyβα΅€ cββ β±Όα΅€βββ... ββββ..ββββ βα΅€β..β ββcβ?..."
[He smiled nervously, rubbing his hands together behind his back]
"α΅’β β±Όα΅€ββ,β ββ.. α΅’β βββββ βα΅’ββ ββ βββdβ βiββ ββββ dββββα΅£ββββy.."
H-hey....ezra...hah..
His voice was loud, piercing. Memories of Eliza's childhood flooded in, ezra shouting at him after getting in trouble, nearly like a father figure to him. Ezras voice was the only one that ever unnerved him. He was uncomfortable at best, and terrified at worst, whenever ezra was angry with him.
Wh-whos this, ez?
And uh...yeah can you...patch me up...? Or something? Sorry I uh... got into a bit of a scrap on the way here.
-
"Got into a bit of a scrap" Eliza.
Ezra stared sternly and coldly dead where elizas eyes would have been, intimidation was a lot more difficult when you didn't have any eyes to strike fear into.
...I suppose this would be a good learning opportunity for you, orion. God forbid I'd I ever got into a situation... I think it would be important for you to learn how to put in a few stitches.
Come in, Eliza.
Ezra placed his arm around elizas back, gently guiding him into the kitchen to sit down on the old wooden chairs.
...claw marks..? What were you fighting, a badger??
I don't want to talk about it.
Ezra gestured for you to come over and watch what he was doing.
[Pigeon quickly gained his composure before worriedly following behind the two]
[Entering the kitchen he sat down in one of the chairs at the table. He thought. Maybe this could help her forgive him. He shook it off, thats a ..goal, for later.]
[Orion observed, tightly holding their arm under the table]
Ezra pulled out some bandages, antiseptic wipes and strong painkillers, and started getting to work on elizas eyes, or rather lack of them.
Watch carefully, darling.
Eliza started wiping out any remaining tissues left in elizas eye sockets. Eliza winced and groaned promptly.
Jesus- could you be any harder on the wound?
Oh, definitely. Be glad I have my partner here with me to prevent me from doing so.
YOUR PARTNER???
Yes, el. Don't sound so surprised. It's been almost a decade since-
Ezra cut himself off. He didn't want to unpack Stella's death right now.
Im just surprised someone like you was capable of getting bitches to be honest.
Hes not a bitch. If you call them that again I'll gouge your eyesockets even further.
Eliza winced as ezra pushed a bit harder into the crevices of his wounds.
Sorry have I introduced Eliza to you before, darling?
Ezra turned his head towards you while gathering the bandages for Eliza.
What could only be described as a deeply disturbed man knocked at your apartment door. He willed himself to be wherever Ezra was, but he assumed Caerus had landed him here either to mess with him or because he was tired and couldn't think straight. Wherever he was, it definitely wasn't ezras place anyways, he'd never live in an actual house or apartment, for gods sake.
Hello?? Anyone home??
His voice was hoarse and tired, but he still croaked out the words nonetheless.
Come to think of it, he realised that he still hadn't wiped all the blood or tissues from his eyesockets. He could feel Caerus wipe his face but he doubted he looked any but presentable. In any matter, he was screwed if Ezra didn't answer this door, which he highly doubted would happen at this point.
[Pigeon perked up, slightly flinching at the sound of knocking, he wearily glanced at Ezra, before exiting the dusty room]
[He reluctantly opened the front door, just to be greeted by a-... hell Pigeon couldn't describe it but something ...deeply gorey, to say the least]
"βββββ?..β ββ βy ββα΅’ββ β ...cα΅£ββ yβα΅€ βββd βββββ"
[Their breath hitched, shakily.]
<reminds you of them, don't it?>
[He completely ignored her voice again, before panicking on what to do- he didn't know shit about medical stuff be he definitely knew someone who does.]
[He quickly said stay put before running to get Ezra, holding the side of the doorway shakily]
"α΅€βββ βzα΅£β wβ'α΅₯β gββ qα΅€α΅’ββ βββ βα΅£βbβββ ββα΅£β ββ βββ fα΅£βββ dββα΅£β.. ββββββββ βα΅€α΅£β...qα΅€α΅’ββ ββα΅£α΅£α΅’bβyβ"
Eliza looked up, confused, before dropping his sheet music and walking hastily over.
Oh dear, Y-yes, coming darling,
He stopped in his tracks when he saw who was standing at the door, and at the fact that this eyeless man was supposed to be dead years ago.
E-ELIZA?! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD!
Ezra turned to pigeon, trying to comfort him.
Orion, honey, he'll be fine, don't worry. He shouldn't even need my help, really.
He turned back to Eliza, furious.
You ASSHOLE! First you illegally sell MY lazuli, FAKE YOUR OWM DEATH AND YOU STILL HAVE THE NERVE TO SHOW UP TO OUR DOORSTEP?? IM NOT HELPING YOU, YOU PRICK!
He was glowing a bit brighter than usual, clearly fuming.
[pigeons eyes slightly widened at Ezra raising his voice- he's only really heard them raise his voice once.. ]
[Pigeon, hesitantly, spoke up, rubbing his arm. She chuckles at the situation]
"..α΅’β...α΅€ββ wβββ... ββybβ yβyβα΅€ cββ β±Όα΅€βββ... ββββ..ββββ βα΅€β..β ββcβ?..."
[He smiled nervously, rubbing his hands together behind his back]
"α΅’β β±Όα΅€ββ,β ββ.. α΅’β βββββ βα΅’ββ ββ βββdβ βiββ ββββ dββββα΅£ββββy.."
H-hey....ezra...hah..
His voice was loud, piercing. Memories of Eliza's childhood flooded in, ezra shouting at him after getting in trouble, nearly like a father figure to him. Ezras voice was the only one that ever unnerved him. He was uncomfortable at best, and terrified at worst, whenever ezra was angry with him.
Wh-whos this, ez?
And uh...yeah can you...patch me up...? Or something? Sorry I uh... got into a bit of a scrap on the way here.
-
"Got into a bit of a scrap" Eliza.
Ezra stared sternly and coldly dead where elizas eyes would have been, intimidation was a lot more difficult when you didn't have any eyes to strike fear into.
...I suppose this would be a good learning opportunity for you, orion. God forbid I'd I ever got into a situation... I think it would be important for you to learn how to put in a few stitches.
Come in, Eliza.
Ezra placed his arm around elizas back, gently guiding him into the kitchen to sit down on the old wooden chairs.
...claw marks..? What were you fighting, a badger??
I don't want to talk about it.
Ezra gestured for you to come over and watch what he was doing.
What could only be described as a deeply disturbed man knocked at your apartment door. He willed himself to be wherever Ezra was, but he assumed Caerus had landed him here either to mess with him or because he was tired and couldn't think straight. Wherever he was, it definitely wasn't ezras place anyways, he'd never live in an actual house or apartment, for gods sake.
Hello?? Anyone home??
His voice was hoarse and tired, but he still croaked out the words nonetheless.
Come to think of it, he realised that he still hadn't wiped all the blood or tissues from his eyesockets. He could feel Caerus wipe his face but he doubted he looked any but presentable. In any matter, he was screwed if Ezra didn't answer this door, which he highly doubted would happen at this point.
[Pigeon perked up, slightly flinching at the sound of knocking, he wearily glanced at Ezra, before exiting the dusty room]
[He reluctantly opened the front door, just to be greeted by a-... hell Pigeon couldn't describe it but something ...deeply gorey, to say the least]
"βββββ?..β ββ βy ββα΅’ββ β ...cα΅£ββ yβα΅€ βββd βββββ"
[Their breath hitched, shakily.]
<reminds you of them, don't it?>
[He completely ignored her voice again, before panicking on what to do- he didn't know shit about medical stuff be he definitely knew someone who does.]
[He quickly said stay put before running to get Ezra, holding the side of the doorway shakily]
"α΅€βββ βzα΅£β wβ'α΅₯β gββ qα΅€α΅’ββ βββ βα΅£βbβββ ββα΅£β ββ βββ fα΅£βββ dββα΅£β.. ββββββββ βα΅€α΅£β...qα΅€α΅’ββ ββα΅£α΅£α΅’bβyβ"
Eliza looked up, confused, before dropping his sheet music and walking hastily over.
Oh dear, Y-yes, coming darling,
He stopped in his tracks when he saw who was standing at the door, and at the fact that this eyeless man was supposed to be dead years ago.
E-ELIZA?! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD!
Ezra turned to pigeon, trying to comfort him.
Orion, honey, he'll be fine, don't worry. He shouldn't even need my help, really.
He turned back to Eliza, furious.
You ASSHOLE! First you illegally sell MY lazuli, FAKE YOUR OWM DEATH AND YOU STILL HAVE THE NERVE TO SHOW UP TO OUR DOORSTEP?? IM NOT HELPING YOU, YOU PRICK!
He was glowing a bit brighter than usual, clearly fuming.
The two of you arrived home eventually. But it didn't feel like home to ezra.
Why couldn't he remember? The apparent love of his life was standing right next to him, and he couldn't even remember his face?
Why did he die? Why wasn't he human anymore?
He took off his lab coat and hung it on the coat rack, rolling up his sleeves to stare at his bright blue, glowing forearms.
He supposed he did love this...thing. he had to admit that he was quite handsome. He just didn't understand...anything really. He didn't like how stupid he felt. He supposed this was how Eliza always felt, that dumbass.
He walked up behind you and placed his head on your shoulder, wrapping his arms around you.
Im sorry about all of this, darling.
[pigeon, slightly taken aback, flinched. he eventually relaxed, smiling a small little. (buddy was resisting, this dipshit)]
"ββ α΅’ ββα΅’d bβfβα΅£β, α΅’ββ fα΅’ββ, βzα΅£β.. α΅’β wβββ'β yβα΅€α΅£ fβα΅€βββ ββ βββββ α΅’ ββα΅’ββ α΅’β wβββ'β.."
[he moved his head wings out of the way slightly, leaning his head on Ezra's. don't get ahead of yourself, Orion.. but, he wondered, what if they cant get his memories back? what if he just.. leaves. Again. he shook off the thoughts]
[he brushed his head feathers, fixing them]
ezra looked away for a second, keeping his head on your shoulder.
You keep saying that, but I have the strangest feeling of guilt whenever I think about it, something more than just making you see me.
Like a guilt for causing damage that goes beyond emotional and psychological.
Ezra paused, taking a deep breath.
We can move past that for now though. I'm here and I love you still, and that's all that matters, right?
He looked over to you and smiled, his eyes that weird, bright, milky white. He ran his fingers through your headwings and played with the feathers at the side of your head.
[pigeon fully relaxed, smiling ear to ear. .. annd there goes his mind into happy land.. he put his hand on the side of Ezra's head, cooing before speaking once more]
"Yβ..yβββ..yβα΅€α΅£ α΅£α΅’gββ.."
"α΅’ ββα΅₯β yβα΅€ βββ.."
[he smiled at Ezra's affection, eyes closing as he played with Orion's feathers. his shoulders relaxed, ears moving back]
Ezra slowed down, playing with your feathers until he came to a stop, where he placed his hand on the further side of your head and placed a kiss on your cheek, nuzzling his head against your shoulder.
You mean the world to me, do you know that? If I hadn't met you...whenever I did, I don't think I'd still be alive right now. I had nothing, and now I have everything.
I love you more than you could ever know.
He smiled and let go slowly, going over to the kitchen and seemingly looking for something, although you couldn't quite make out what.
[pigeon practically melted, until he finally snapped back to reality. he gazed Ezra as he walked into Orion''s kitchen, it was still messy .. not too messy but it was messy.]
[Orion followed behind them, walking into the kitchen as well.]
This feels familiar. I remember this.
I cooked here. I think.
He turnedback towards you and looked, confused.
Did I? I thought I did.
he smiled and took off his glasses. It's not like he needed them anymore anyways, they could somehow see perfectly fine since he certainly back. He still liked wearing his glasses though. It gave him a sense of authority, in a way.
[as he walked in, he leaned on the doorway wall, crossing his arms.]
"Yβββ.. wβ ββdβ βββββ ββα΅£ββ wβββ yβα΅€ ββdβ βββ ββα΅€cβ ββd α΅’ cββββd βββ βββgββββα΅’β"
[Their eyes relaxed, everytime he just- walked into the kitchen- hell, everytime he did, he would remember crystal clear on what memory occurred.. he, couldn't, get over things.. at all.]
[he shook off the feeling, wings lowering]
I-yes. That sounds right.
Im sorry my memory is so fuzzy darling, I really am.
Im not exactly sure how to help it, I'm sorry.
Or if I'll ever remember
Ezra walked out of the kitchen and made his way to your bedroom.
Have I slept here...?
"Yβββ.."
[he spoke softly, holding his hands together as he gazed at Ezra for what it felt like the thousandth time- but he knew he wouldn't get tired of it, might as well be a third hobby!]
huh.
Ezra paused for a moment and turned back to you, holding your hands.
Can I sleep here again? ;)
He rubbed your hand and gazed unto your beautiful eyes softly.
[Orion face flushed before responding.]
"α΅’ wβα΅€βdβ'β βα΅’βd ββ βββ.."
[He practically muttered, rubbing his neck with his other hand looking down nervously]
Ah, thank you darling. Maybe a night we'll spent could help return some of my memory, you never know.
He smiled and gave you a kiss on the head.
Gosh, darling, you really do mean the world to me. Without you, I could've been stuck in that hospital forever, or worse, I could've never come back.
Im so glad I got to spend my last days of my life with you. :)
[he wobbled around after the peck, shaking his head before composing himself]
"α΅’βα΅’β α΅€ββ...yβββ, yβββ α΅’ ββα΅’ββ ββββ cβα΅€βd ββββ yβ.."
[They stuttered nervously, before hesitating opening their mouth. Nothing came out, they just.. stood there.]
[Which was until Orion cupped Ezra's face gently, kissing them quickly before realizing what he just did. He finally spoke]
"..α΅’ ββα΅₯β yβα΅€ ββ βα΅€cβ βββ, gββdββββ ββ.."
He gave that same, kind, warm smile.
He chuckled at the flustered mess you had become. He always found it adorable how easily you got flustered like that.
He held your arms and tilted his head down, looking into your eyes.
Darling, do you have a piano by any chance? I'd like to test something.
He knew that pianos stuck out to him in his memory, for some reason, yet he couldn't figure out why.
[pigeon perked up at the mention of pianos- but he played it off, responding.]
"yβyββββ¦ α΅’ ..dβ.. bα΅€β α΅’ βα΅’gββ βββd ββ ββββ fβα΅£ β ββyβ"
[Orion looked around his room, maybe in his nightstand? closet? possibly in his drawers.. he walked towards the drawer, scrambling around. Eventually he found a hidden key, sighing. he's going to have to face the memories, now or later.]
"Gββ α΅’β!.."
[he spoke, slightly cheerful.]
Ezra smiled. Pianos definitely stood out, although he couldn't remember why. He definitely hoped that trying to play would aid his memory.
Thank you, darling.
Where is it, might I ask?
The two of you arrived home eventually. But it didn't feel like home to ezra.
Why couldn't he remember? The apparent love of his life was standing right next to him, and he couldn't even remember his face?
Why did he die? Why wasn't he human anymore?
He took off his lab coat and hung it on the coat rack, rolling up his sleeves to stare at his bright blue, glowing forearms.
He supposed he did love this...thing. he had to admit that he was quite handsome. He just didn't understand...anything really. He didn't like how stupid he felt. He supposed this was how Eliza always felt, that dumbass.
He walked up behind you and placed his head on your shoulder, wrapping his arms around you.
Im sorry about all of this, darling.
[pigeon, slightly taken aback, flinched. he eventually relaxed, smiling a small little. (buddy was resisting, this dipshit)]
"ββ α΅’ ββα΅’d bβfβα΅£β, α΅’ββ fα΅’ββ, βzα΅£β.. α΅’β wβββ'β yβα΅€α΅£ fβα΅€βββ ββ βββββ α΅’ ββα΅’ββ α΅’β wβββ'β.."
[he moved his head wings out of the way slightly, leaning his head on Ezra's. don't get ahead of yourself, Orion.. but, he wondered, what if they cant get his memories back? what if he just.. leaves. Again. he shook off the thoughts]
[he brushed his head feathers, fixing them]
ezra looked away for a second, keeping his head on your shoulder.
You keep saying that, but I have the strangest feeling of guilt whenever I think about it, something more than just making you see me.
Like a guilt for causing damage that goes beyond emotional and psychological.
Ezra paused, taking a deep breath.
We can move past that for now though. I'm here and I love you still, and that's all that matters, right?
He looked over to you and smiled, his eyes that weird, bright, milky white. He ran his fingers through your headwings and played with the feathers at the side of your head.
[pigeon fully relaxed, smiling ear to ear. .. annd there goes his mind into happy land.. he put his hand on the side of Ezra's head, cooing before speaking once more]
"Yβ..yβββ..yβα΅€α΅£ α΅£α΅’gββ.."
"α΅’ ββα΅₯β yβα΅€ βββ.."
[he smiled at Ezra's affection, eyes closing as he played with Orion's feathers. his shoulders relaxed, ears moving back]
Ezra slowed down, playing with your feathers until he came to a stop, where he placed his hand on the further side of your head and placed a kiss on your cheek, nuzzling his head against your shoulder.
You mean the world to me, do you know that? If I hadn't met you...whenever I did, I don't think I'd still be alive right now. I had nothing, and now I have everything.
I love you more than you could ever know.
He smiled and let go slowly, going over to the kitchen and seemingly looking for something, although you couldn't quite make out what.
[pigeon practically melted, until he finally snapped back to reality. he gazed Ezra as he walked into Orion''s kitchen, it was still messy .. not too messy but it was messy.]
[Orion followed behind them, walking into the kitchen as well.]
This feels familiar. I remember this.
I cooked here. I think.
He turnedback towards you and looked, confused.
Did I? I thought I did.
he smiled and took off his glasses. It's not like he needed them anymore anyways, they could somehow see perfectly fine since he certainly back. He still liked wearing his glasses though. It gave him a sense of authority, in a way.
[as he walked in, he leaned on the doorway wall, crossing his arms.]
"Yβββ.. wβ ββdβ βββββ ββα΅£ββ wβββ yβα΅€ ββdβ βββ ββα΅€cβ ββd α΅’ cββββd βββ βββgββββα΅’β"
[Their eyes relaxed, everytime he just- walked into the kitchen- hell, everytime he did, he would remember crystal clear on what memory occurred.. he, couldn't, get over things.. at all.]
[he shook off the feeling, wings lowering]
I-yes. That sounds right.
Im sorry my memory is so fuzzy darling, I really am.
Im not exactly sure how to help it, I'm sorry.
Or if I'll ever remember
Ezra walked out of the kitchen and made his way to your bedroom.
Have I slept here...?
"Yβββ.."
[he spoke softly, holding his hands together as he gazed at Ezra for what it felt like the thousandth time- but he knew he wouldn't get tired of it, might as well be a third hobby!]
huh.
Ezra paused for a moment and turned back to you, holding your hands.
Can I sleep here again? ;)
He rubbed your hand and gazed unto your beautiful eyes softly.
[Orion face flushed before responding.]
"α΅’ wβα΅€βdβ'β βα΅’βd ββ βββ.."
[He practically muttered, rubbing his neck with his other hand looking down nervously]
Ah, thank you darling. Maybe a night we'll spent could help return some of my memory, you never know.
He smiled and gave you a kiss on the head.
Gosh, darling, you really do mean the world to me. Without you, I could've been stuck in that hospital forever, or worse, I could've never come back.
Im so glad I got to spend my last days of my life with you. :)
[he wobbled around after the peck, shaking his head before composing himself]
"α΅’βα΅’β α΅€ββ...yβββ, yβββ α΅’ ββα΅’ββ ββββ cβα΅€βd ββββ yβ.."
[They stuttered nervously, before hesitating opening their mouth. Nothing came out, they just.. stood there.]
[Which was until Orion cupped Ezra's face gently, kissing them quickly before realizing what he just did. He finally spoke]
"..α΅’ ββα΅₯β yβα΅€ ββ βα΅€cβ βββ, gββdββββ ββ.."
He gave that same, kind, warm smile.
He chuckled at the flustered mess you had become. He always found it adorable how easily you got flustered like that.
He held your arms and tilted his head down, looking into your eyes.
Darling, do you have a piano by any chance? I'd like to test something.
He knew that pianos stuck out to him in his memory, for some reason, yet he couldn't figure out why.
The two of you arrived home eventually. But it didn't feel like home to ezra.
Why couldn't he remember? The apparent love of his life was standing right next to him, and he couldn't even remember his face?
Why did he die? Why wasn't he human anymore?
He took off his lab coat and hung it on the coat rack, rolling up his sleeves to stare at his bright blue, glowing forearms.
He supposed he did love this...thing. he had to admit that he was quite handsome. He just didn't understand...anything really. He didn't like how stupid he felt. He supposed this was how Eliza always felt, that dumbass.
He walked up behind you and placed his head on your shoulder, wrapping his arms around you.
Im sorry about all of this, darling.
[pigeon, slightly taken aback, flinched. he eventually relaxed, smiling a small little. (buddy was resisting, this dipshit)]
"ββ α΅’ ββα΅’d bβfβα΅£β, α΅’ββ fα΅’ββ, βzα΅£β.. α΅’β wβββ'β yβα΅€α΅£ fβα΅€βββ ββ βββββ α΅’ ββα΅’ββ α΅’β wβββ'β.."
[he moved his head wings out of the way slightly, leaning his head on Ezra's. don't get ahead of yourself, Orion.. but, he wondered, what if they cant get his memories back? what if he just.. leaves. Again. he shook off the thoughts]
[he brushed his head feathers, fixing them]
ezra looked away for a second, keeping his head on your shoulder.
You keep saying that, but I have the strangest feeling of guilt whenever I think about it, something more than just making you see me.
Like a guilt for causing damage that goes beyond emotional and psychological.
Ezra paused, taking a deep breath.
We can move past that for now though. I'm here and I love you still, and that's all that matters, right?
He looked over to you and smiled, his eyes that weird, bright, milky white. He ran his fingers through your headwings and played with the feathers at the side of your head.
[pigeon fully relaxed, smiling ear to ear. .. annd there goes his mind into happy land.. he put his hand on the side of Ezra's head, cooing before speaking once more]
"Yβ..yβββ..yβα΅€α΅£ α΅£α΅’gββ.."
"α΅’ ββα΅₯β yβα΅€ βββ.."
[he smiled at Ezra's affection, eyes closing as he played with Orion's feathers. his shoulders relaxed, ears moving back]
Ezra slowed down, playing with your feathers until he came to a stop, where he placed his hand on the further side of your head and placed a kiss on your cheek, nuzzling his head against your shoulder.
You mean the world to me, do you know that? If I hadn't met you...whenever I did, I don't think I'd still be alive right now. I had nothing, and now I have everything.
I love you more than you could ever know.
He smiled and let go slowly, going over to the kitchen and seemingly looking for something, although you couldn't quite make out what.
[pigeon practically melted, until he finally snapped back to reality. he gazed Ezra as he walked into Orion''s kitchen, it was still messy .. not too messy but it was messy.]
[Orion followed behind them, walking into the kitchen as well.]
This feels familiar. I remember this.
I cooked here. I think.
He turnedback towards you and looked, confused.
Did I? I thought I did.
he smiled and took off his glasses. It's not like he needed them anymore anyways, they could somehow see perfectly fine since he certainly back. He still liked wearing his glasses though. It gave him a sense of authority, in a way.
[as he walked in, he leaned on the doorway wall, crossing his arms.]
"Yβββ.. wβ ββdβ βββββ ββα΅£ββ wβββ yβα΅€ ββdβ βββ ββα΅€cβ ββd α΅’ cββββd βββ βββgββββα΅’β"
[Their eyes relaxed, everytime he just- walked into the kitchen- hell, everytime he did, he would remember crystal clear on what memory occurred.. he, couldn't, get over things.. at all.]
[he shook off the feeling, wings lowering]
I-yes. That sounds right.
Im sorry my memory is so fuzzy darling, I really am.
Im not exactly sure how to help it, I'm sorry.
Or if I'll ever remember
Ezra walked out of the kitchen and made his way to your bedroom.
Have I slept here...?
"Yβββ.."
[he spoke softly, holding his hands together as he gazed at Ezra for what it felt like the thousandth time- but he knew he wouldn't get tired of it, might as well be a third hobby!]
huh.
Ezra paused for a moment and turned back to you, holding your hands.
Can I sleep here again? ;)
He rubbed your hand and gazed unto your beautiful eyes softly.
[Orion face flushed before responding.]
"α΅’ wβα΅€βdβ'β βα΅’βd ββ βββ.."
[He practically muttered, rubbing his neck with his other hand looking down nervously]
Ah, thank you darling. Maybe a night we'll spent could help return some of my memory, you never know.
He smiled and gave you a kiss on the head.
Gosh, darling, you really do mean the world to me. Without you, I could've been stuck in that hospital forever, or worse, I could've never come back.
Im so glad I got to spend my last days of my life with you. :)
