Ezra Moore

“The fair you’re talking about seems more like an illusion. I’ll agree to disagree.” Nothing involving the supernatural was ever truly fair. “You don’t care if you die?”

“Same difference.” Ezra shrugged, brushing the subject off. He didn’t want to get in some huge political debate. “Not really. Nothing worth living for.” He said, the moment of silence a bit too awkward for his liking. “Okay that made me sound far more emo than I am. I just don’t care at this point? Like everyone has done everything in their power to stop this or get out. I, well, I just go with the motion in the ocean.” 

“Not much to worry about, except our lives being at stake.”

“Our lives are at sake where ever you go. Here at least your chances are fair which is ironic. You get a fighting chance, as opposed to the real world. Where you can get hit and boom you’re dead, no warning. It’s all whatever though.” 

Ezra eyebrow quirked up slowly as he noticed the glint of excitement. He didn’t feel bad for lying to her, if it would help with his hand sliding down her underwear. He would keep this lie up of being her friend. He was confused as to what they would do back in her bedroom, but he’d be an idiot to deny her request of being alone in a bedroom with her. “Sure, alright.” He said with a smile that could fool anyone into thinking it was sincere. “What are we doing again?” He asked, turning back and following her into her bedroom. 

“Anyone wanna catch me up to speed on what the fuck I’m doing here?”

You’re trapped in a castle, strong demons are trying to kill you. Blah blah blah. I wouldn’t worry much, there isn’t anything that can be done. 

“Lucky for you I can’t remember the last time asking questions did me any good.” Unfortunately,  that was the truth of the matter. While tossing out inquiries about another person here and there in the name of getting to know them may have seemed like a good idea in the moment, the end result was consistently just the opposite. However, her interest with Ezra lay more with what was hidden beneath the remaining clothes he wore than what lingered in the darkest depths of his mind; she wasn’t interested in how mentally right or wrong he was, although, a small portion of her was somewhat hoping for the latter. Something about fucking another unstable guy was dangerously exciting for her, and almost guaranteed a good time. Kass was the more adventurous type when it came to hooking up, despite the voice nagging her in the back of her mind to stop what she was doing. As per usual, she chose to ignore it, sucking on his tongue as he dipped it into her mouth, before she eagerly pressed her lips against his in return, hard. As Ezra broke the kiss, her eyes fluttered open, hazel hues looking into his. Feeling his breath on her face, Kass could feel her body getting warmer. “There’s still time to change my mind,” she grinned, gaze falling to his lips. “Guess you’ll just have to impress me.” It was fair to say it’d been a while since she’d gotten laid, and as it had now become clear this wasn’t merely teasing, she quickly jerked forward to reconnect their lips, pulling him on top of her as she slowly slipped onto her back.

Following his words, Kayla immediately squeaked and dropped the bracelet, her hands flying to her mouth and a tiny flush appearing against her cheeks. She hummed nervously, her hands hurrying to twirl and tug at her hair with her eyebrows furrowed in uncertainty. Kayla let out a loud, nervous laugh that stopped as suddenly as it had burst out. “So… so… does that mean you want to be friends?” She asked, humming some shaky tune again, her voice edging on hopefulness.

Ezra let out a laugh. She came off so innocent and genuine, it was slightly refreshing. However, Ezra preferred his woman with more experience, not that he was opposed to introducing Kayla to a thing or two. “I haven’t done anything miraculous to deserve that squeak.” He said tilting his head ever so slightly. He could easily manipulate this situation to his favor, they would never actually be friends in his eyes but lying came easy to him, he nodded his head. “Sure.” He picked up the bracelet and slipped it on. “I still want that pair. Or better yet, you can model them. Whichever, I’m cool with either.” He said, meeting her gaze.  

“It’d be much appreciated.” The brunette responded, nodding. It wasn’t wrong to say that she was enjoying the attention she was receiving from her opposite, her grin widening as she watched his eyes, her confidence growing by the second – not that she needed a boost to begin with. Practically scoffing at his next statement, Kass’ expression transitioned to mostly solid amusement mixed with disbelief. “That’s gotta be the biggest load of crap I’ve heard since arriving here. Everyone has something to hide, no need to be shy about it.” God knew she had her secrets, most of which she planned to take to the grave. That didn’t stop her from spilling a few details here and there though, but as with everything else about her, her willingness to share depended on her mood. Twisting her body as he was next to her, Kass leaned down onto her palm, shaking her head to move her bangs back from her face, though when he pushed a lingering piece of her hair she leaned in slowly, her voice dropping to a whisper, “That depends on what you do in the next five minutes.”

Ezra chuckled, shaking his head. “No, I’ve got nothing. I’m an open book, love. You ask and I’ll answer.” He replied with a cheeky grin. Naturally, much like he imagined she did, he had his secrets. The only difference or Ezra likes to think is the difference that he only has one or two to hide. Other people he had encountered seem to have books of secrets. Ezra wasted no time in trailing his index down along her collar bone as she twisted her body. He brought his gaze to meet hers, and again he wasted no time. He leaned forward and grabbed the back of neck to crush his lips against hers. The kiss hungry and passionate, he dipped his tongue into her mouth as he deepened the kiss farther. Ezra sucked on her lower lip before breaking the embrace. Still holding her in place, their lips only a centimeter away. “Do you have plans now?” He mumbled against her lips, the smirk being exposed in his tone of voice. 

“Not a baby.” She whispered, her eyes lowering a tiny bit. She sighed out slowly, blinking up at him. Her cheeks flushed a little as she smiled and looked away—material to finish himself off tonight? That was a compliment, sort of, right? Kayla looked up when he got up, a small frown forming on her face before nodding sadly. “Oh, yeah. Yeah, you did say that. I’m so silly.” She went a little rigid from shock at such a simple cheek kiss and wanted to scream and hide away, but not in a negative manner. Not at all. She was smiling. “Okay. Sure. No problem.” Kayla sighed, somehow quite happy, but she looked down at her bracelet—which was more than done—and she grabbed it from the clipboard before sprinting off after him. “Wait! Wait, please?!” She begged before catching up with Ezra and skidding to a halt in front of him. Kayla held out the bracelet for him. “Um, I know you said, you know, you don’t do friends and all—like you already told me twice and I get it—but seeing as I have none and I made this for no one, I was wondering if you could maybe want it? You don’t have to call it a friendship bracelet, even, Just a bracelet.”

Ezra let out a chuckle. He began to walk out of her bedroom when he heard call out, he debated stopping but maybe she had changed her mind on sleeping with him. Maybe. That’s the reason he decided to stop. He smirked as she popped up in his view again. Before he could ask if she had changed her mind, she held up the bracelet that she had previously been working on. His smirk fell but replaced by an amused smile. “I mean okay.” He said. His mind drifting to a dirty place. “A pair of lace underwear from you, preferably used, would’ve been a good start to this friendship.” His smirk reappearing. 

“Hate it with a passion.” Kass replied without a moment of hesitation, hazel hues following his hands as they unbuttoned his shirt – though, she was sure her hungry gaze alone could’ve shed his clothes much faster. There wasn’t a fraction of disappointment written in her features as her eyes ran over his body once more, and she leaned back onto her palms to give him a better look at herself, a flirtatious smirk set on her lips. “Depends on the day,” She began, but stopped short upon catching his gaze slip. Slowly poking her tongue out to wet her lips, the brunette slowly pulled herself to sit up again, using one hand to pull her hair over to one side. She knew what she was doing when she inhaled a deep breath, which momentarily emphasized her chest before she exhaled. “You don’t strike me as the nervous type.” Kass stated, gaze narrowing subtly. “Why is that?”

“Strange. I am actually quite the fan of long names, Kassandra, Katherine, Elizabeth, Alexandria, you know name it. Not sure I know why myself, but I do enjoy them.” He smiled at her, “but I’ll respect your choice of Kass.” He added on. Ezra sucked in his lower lip as his gaze roamed over her torso, he knew she wasn’t new this, it was evident and he was enjoying it. Ezra’s gaze wasn’t subtle in where it was landing, he was making it very clear in that statement. His gaze slowly made their way up to met her gaze, “Nervous people in my experience have something to hide. I’ve got nothing to hide.” He replied smoothly. He had plenty to hide but he wasn’t going to ruin any chances of sleeping with a pretty lady. Ezra moved to join her on the bed, “Do you have any plans tonight, Kass?” He questioned, moving to tuck some of her dark hair behind her ear, his gaze once again dropping to her chest.  

While she’d made a hard effort to be good as far as her diagnosis went, Kass wasn’t convinced that merely taking off her shirt would be a step back. If anything, this was just a tease – wasn’t it? She wasn’t used to people around the castle, or back at the asylum, being as forward a she could be. Needless to say, she was already entertained in his company. “Kass, just Kass.” Shamelessly pulling her shirt off over her head, she lifted an eyebrow at him as though she was waiting for a reaction, lips hooked in a smirk. “Nice to meet you. So, what do you do when keeping to yourself? Must get kind’ve boring after a while.”

Ezra’s gaze flickered with lust as she took off her shirt, a smirk making a lazy appearance on his lips. “Guessing you’re not fond of Kassandra?” he asked, taking a zip of his water. He set he glass aside, he now free hands moving to unbutton the two buttons on his shirt. Easily slipped and tossed the shirt to drape over a nightstand. His eyes shamelessly wondering over semi-exposed abdomen. Ezra gaze slowly made their way up to met her gaze once more. “Drink and sleep, mostly sleep. How do you keep yourself entertained?” He said, his gaze falling to her creamy exposed skin.

David lifted a brow as ‘Michael’ spoke, his tone obviously not meant to be respectful – he couldn’t claim he cared too much about a stranger’s opinion of him, though he’d admit it awakened his curiosity in its entirety. Why was this man so hellbent on creating trouble, when he himself had engaged him in conversation to start with? He’d barged into his room, uninvited, and while David felt like he’d been friendly enough to start, obviously this stranger held some sort of beef with him. “So I’ve been told,” he replied, keeping his tone as level as he could manage it, his eyebrow lifting higher upon his face as the other man took several calculated steps back. “A bit odd to phrase things that way, don’t you think? Almost sounds like you’re not human yourself.”

Ezra laughed dryly, she didn’t trust an ounce in the man that stood in front of him. Not one bit, and that wasn’t even a demon instinct. Anyone with a mind could see that man before him was unhinged in some way. Or perhaps it was demon instinct, humans had a habit of making a stupid decision after stupid decision. “I would imagine so. Well, Andrew, it was lovely meeting you. I should probably let you sleep. I’ve taken enough of your slumber. You’re right, that was oddly phrased. I’m tired, forgive me.” He said, meeting his gaze and his smile fading. 

“Eighteen—don’t laugh at me! This isn’t funny!” She snapped, crossing her arms with frustration. Now she was getting a little embarrassed because, well, no, from what she could remember. Maybe when she was originally human she’d done all those types of things, but she didn’t remember any of it. So she was a little nervous about this, especially since she didn’t know this guy. Her heart was pounding just about at every pulse point on her body, too. It didn’t help. “Oh! My God.” She drove her eyes to the ceiling and pulled very lightly against a low part of a strand of hair before letting out a burst of laugh that she cut off so suddenly. This was ridiculous, wasn’t it? Kayla visibly jolted lightly when he touched her, and she hummed shakily before lightly taking his hand and pushing it away from her before giving him an apologetic smile. But wow was that… direct. “That’s… very sweet. I think. Um, and, I’m flattered.” She bit her lip and met his eyes, sighing. “I just don’t—I’ve never even held hands with someone, I can’t possibly do something like that. Especially since I’ve just met you. Of course… the pillow still is an offer for you. And friendship. Despite you not… wanting that. I also thought people had to be married to… have… sex, anyways, so.” She frowned again. “I’m sorry. I can’t.”

“Oh wow, okay that explains quite a bit.” He sucked in his bottom lip, his lips twitching upward. “Just a baby. Cute.” His eyes snapping back toward hers. Now he was a piece of shit, grade-A piece of shit, however he did have some limits. No, that wasn’t right. He learned fucking virgins usually brought on some kind of commitment. He was already destined to die by some super awesome upper-class demons, he didn’t want to spend final days chasing after an untouched body as appealing as it was. “That’s quite alright, no harm done.. I got enough material to finish myself off tonight.” He winked and smirked at her before getting up at the bed. “Don’t take this the wrong way but friendships isn’t something I’m after. Thanks for the offer though.” He leaned down to kiss her cheek. “I’ll see you around. Thanks for the material.” He laughed as he made his way out the door of her room.  

“Oh, if you insist.” She smiled easily again before turning to put the pillow back where it had been. She pat it to make sure it was situated before directing her attention back to Ezra, who, apparently, didn’t like making friends. And yet, here he was. Her green doe eyes widened at what he’d said, her lips parting and closing tightly in a very quiet squeak of surprise. She looked straight ahead to the end of the bed, feeling her cheeks warming with blush. “Ha… ha…” Her fingers ran through her hair before twirling a low strand nervously. Well, no. How was she supposed to react to that?! What did that mean? A short, burst of laughter came from her before she turned around to face him again. “I, I-I…” She bit her lip and let her eyes trail to his chest before looking right back up to his face. His eyes were there. “I… I don’t… know how… to… respond to that.” She told him shyly. “I—should I be flattered?”

Ezra bathed in her reaction to his words. He let out a laugh due to her reaction. “You must be 18, 20 at most. No way you never had an experience with a boy or girl or both. I personally prefer two girls and me.” He smiled smugly and turned to met her eyes. “You could be, or not. Just depends honestly, but I mean I would fuck you.” The smirk never leaving his face as he trailed his index finger down the length of her arm.  “I would be honored if allowed me to taste your sweet juices.” His eyes staring directly into hers. 

“Maybe I’m just not opposed to some late-night conversation,” he replied easily, keeping his eyes locked upon the other man’s face – there was something strange about him, though he couldn’t quite figure out what it might’ve been. “Leave, stay, doesn’t make much of a difference to me. We’re all stuck here forever, anyway.” He offered a vague shrug, though while he appeared to be relaxed, he could sense the tension in the air from a mile away – what, exactly, had caused it was beyond him, but he couldn’t deny its presence. He’d have to be a moron, and if there was one thing (as if it was one thing!) he prided himself for, it was his intelligence. “Good, I’d hate to make a bad impression based on something out of my control.”

Ezra couldn’t quite read him, however he got enough vibes to know that this was the type of dude who persist on taking home the drunk girl from a club to get her home, ‘safe and soundly.’  “Of course not, you seem to be a man of many words.” He said with a careless tone. Ezra had never been one to care about others or what they did as long as it didn’t affect him in any way shape or form. Yet somehow he had been dragged to this place. All Ezra knew was that he didn’t trust the man before him, he slowly took a few backs. “What kind of unjust human would I be?” ‘He gave him a smile that could only be described as passive aggressive, after all, he wasn’t even human to begin with. 

He cocked a brow, a flicker of what appeared to be disbelief mixing with the smirk already planted on his face. “I’m keeping you awake? If anything, you’re the one keeping me awake – this is, ah, my room, after all.” He studied the other man’s face for a moment, already picking up on his dislike – it couldn’t possibly have been the name, could it? That would’ve been ridiculous. He humored the possibility that he’d known him somehow, but that seemed equally ridiculous, as he prided himself on remembering faces – ‘Michael’s’ was unfamiliar. “What reason would I have to think you were lying? Sure, you’re entitled to like – or not like – whatever you want. I just hope that doesn’t extend to me.”

“Yet you keep talking.” He said, narrowing his eyes slightly. Yet Ezra took a hint, “alright. I’ll leave, I get the memo. I’ll take me leave.” He said, gripping his glass of water. “Not sure, just a mere suggestion.” His smug smile returning. “Of course not.” Ezra said to him, there was an odd tension between them but he figured it was due to the fact that they were strangers? Ezra wasn’t sure but he couldn’t bring himself to care honestly. 

Her head perked up in surprise. She stared at him and looked out the window. Huh, he was right. It was dark out, after all. “Oh.” She dropped her hands to rest them on the clipboard. Kayla really had killed time. Too much of it, it seemed. “I hadn’t even noticed.” She softly scoffed in disbelief and looked back over to him. She smiled brightly when he sat beside her. Kayla eyed him and swallowed before looking away, but then looked back and frowned. She reached behind her and grabbed a pillow, offering it to him. Since, well, he had his arm behind his head, so maybe he needed another. “Do you need more support?” Kayla questioned, holding it out for him. Her eyebrows quirked in confusion at him. She looked around before setting her eyes on him once more, her lips pressed into a thin line. “If you don’t see the point in making friends, then why’re you talking to me?”

Ezra chuckled once more, he didn’t know if he found it endearing or amusing. Or it was easily a mix of the two. “Apparently so.” He followed her gaze to the window. He wasn’t tired, but he felt exhausted. He gaze snapped back when she spoke up again, the smirk reappearing on his lips. “No, but thank you.” He said. Ezra glanced down her body again, letting his gaze study the curve of her breast then back to her face. “I enjoy the company of pretty woman and I also enjoy sex with pretty woman.” He flashed her a toothy grin.