jazz music just hit different. you could just easily romaticize that its the 1920s you are at a speakeasy and you are the mysterious person sitting down and sipping on some champagne, then all of a sudden you make eye contact with some gorgeous person, who then starts to approach you and converse with you, making you laugh. yeah.
To celebrate the joy of being alive and a kind of love that isn’t complicated, it simply is.
And I also have tapestry pre-orders open till the 15th of May, so I’m happy I could finish this one in time. It isn’t in the listing, but you can order a random number and say you want Moondance instead during checkout :) Size would be 100 x 100 cm
Nevermind figuring out the modern world, could you IMAGINE what So is going to do to Hae Soo's ex? That boy ain't even ready for the shitstorm he's gonna get hit with, Hae Soo got herself an UPGRADE 😬😂😏
Ezra was quiet today. For a man of many words and long winded responses, this was odd behavior.
It’s quiet on the walk back to camp. The sounds of nightlife and the whispling of the trees are the only sounds; neither of you speak.
When you make it back, the moonlight highlights Ezra’s troubled expression. Before you get a chance to ask, he heads inside the tent and proceeds to strip off his helmet and exo-suit.
You do the same while keeping a close eye on him. Down to his shirt and pants, Ezra sits on the floor and takes a deep breath, savoring the freedom of breathing without a helmet.
A few months ago you splurged on an expensive, but very useful filter, one that made moments like this even more enjoyable. After a few minutes, you gather some snacks and drinks for you both to enjoy.
“Here, eat something.” You stand next to him, holding out a box of biscuits. Ezra glances back, flashing a forced smile.
“You enjoy it, I’m not hungry.”
“You have the biggest appetite of anyone I know,” you sit on the floor directly in front of him. Ezra tries to busy himself with the case of gems, you take it from him and force him to look at you, “Ez, you’re worrying me. You haven’t said a word in hours.”
Ezra sighs, you watch the dramatic rise and fall of his shoulders as he lets his head hang low, “Gem, I am a man with a heavy mind. I do not wish to unload such cumbersome thoughts upon you.” Ezra’s eyes find yours, that sad puppy dog look makes your heart ache.
You cup his face with your palms, “Ezra, what bothers you, bothers me. We're in this together, you and me. You can tell me.” You plant a kiss on his cheek, “you talk to me about anything.”
“There are things about me you do not know. Things I did to survive - things I am not proud of - “ he trails off, a glossy look in his eyes. Ezra goes quiet. You press your forehead against his. Ezra places his hands over yours.
When he continues, his draw seems more intense, his voice laces with exhaustion, “This last month with you has been Kevva sent. A reality unlike one I've ever known or dreamed of. I fear, if you knew the things I’ve done, if you knew who I really am - “ his eyes return to yours, “you would be less keen on coupling.”
“Ezra,” moisture covers his eyes, “doing what we do, we have to take some questionable actions from time to time. I’ve done things too, things I don't want to discuss or revisit, ever. The past does not define us. Rest assured my love, I’m not going anywhere.”
Ezra smiles, his eyes brighten. You move back just a little to get a fuller look at him, “I love you and all your imperfections.”
Ezra closes his eyes, savoring the feel of your skin against his, your words falling like tender kisses on his ears, on his heart.
You run your finger across his scar, then upward to play with the blonde patch in his hair, “to me, they make you that much more perfect.”
“How you soothe my soul with your truth, Little Bird,” Ezra pulls you closer until your lips meet. The kiss is sweet, tender, loving. After a moment, he wraps his arms around you, hugging you tight.
You rest your head on his shoulder and speak against his skin, “it’s a pink moon out tonight.” You whisper.
“A lover's moon,” he sings, “I believe it’s only right we suit up once more and gaze at her majesty.”
You sit up, gazing longingly at him, “I like the way you think.” You kiss him once more before coming to your feet.
Ezra follows your lead and takes you by the hand as you move to your favorite spot under the oddly shaped tree.
Sitting in between Ezra’s legs, you relax back and listen to his breathing. Luna basks you both in her tender light.