Salt For The Wound? || Bezra
@ezraxmp
The demigod was excited, he hadn't celebrated anything for a while and now that everything seemed to go right in his life, he was willing to give it a go. He dressed up as Booker, and he looked good. He knew he looked good too - Ben was confident. He was excited to party. He was excited to be with Ezra.
He hoped that this was going to help with Ezra's mood too. There wasn't much spoken about it, but Ben could feel the decline. That was his downside to his powers. He hadn't gotten super good at controlling them, so he could always tell when Ezra wasn't feeling good.
Grabbing his jacket he headed out to Ezra's. Texting the other before leaving so they'd be ready by the time Ben got there. Ben knocked on the door, jumping up excitedly, not realising the reason why he was even more happy.
"Ez!" He called through the door after the other didn't answer right away. Pressing his face against the door, mumbling into the crack. "Ezra." He pulled back slightly, ending his kiss with the door. His voice and tone were lower. He understood finally. "Open the door..."
Trying the door, he was met with no movement. "Ez..." He called out again. Knocking on the door he kept quiet. "Please...." He begged before looking at his phone. It was 20 minutes since he showed up. Benji knew the other was in the home. Sighing he looked at the door before walking away. Shoving his phone in his pocket he shook his head - it was the first time Benji was upset with Ezra.
