#vellezra

he has his ways of stealing her oxygen ( in manners that both concern wrath and affection ), making her giddy in the head with overwhelming senses and made-up allegories.  euphoria and agony had synthesized to become the double-edged sword prodding her towards her limits - the abyss to nothing is awaiting, and ezra’s heels are better off balancing in midair instead of fighting back for stable ground. he’s done good this time ; so much good, and now she’s left to choose whether she should fall deeper or quit while she’s ahead of this sick little game.

he does things to her mind - smears her world in black with dirty fingers. 

the mad hatter is a maze she would never get to understand. if ezra was a rose that grew to have thorns protecting her frail beauty masking the many bad snippets making up her entity, he must be something big - big, bad and scary by nature, though there are elements of softness within jagged edges of a crooked morale, and secrets concealed within orbs that could haunt a dream till it reaches the peak of a nightmare.

he must be…    a beast. a beast!        a beast caged in a human. he is her beast, and ezra must be his beauty.

but there is no need for a romance when the beast has his claws wringing for her neck, and when ezra is captivated, thrilled, excited by running in a chase she knows she’s going to lose.

{ so many fairy tales, so little time, too little details. }

she recalls of how and when they first met as she hears his feet trudge up the stairs to her now not-so-peaceful home. he brings a thunderstorm with him, and ezra is, as always, well-prepared.

the mad hatter arrives.     ”what can i do for you this evening?”

Whistling winds that slaved salvation that triggered the upcoming threads of his own mind -- they moved as the waves did intune with that of the sea. Constantly passing as did the wind upon it's surface -- gentle and all the more careless as the rest. But most had failed to realize what he was! A monster, a monster!  

               Aye but yes. He was a child in the body of a man!                                Catch him, catch him! Somebody grab him before he becomes lost!  Catch him, quickly! Quickly! He's running with the watch!                                                                                 Oh dear, me!                             But where else was there to turn to, in regards to the Mad Hatter who was once lost but surely and most definitely not found. Entwined and ensnared by the pages of his own heart did he take heed in the caverns of this mundane world; lurking, seeking and creating teas that tasted sweeter or bitter to those who tasted such leaves. But of course, not everyone lived to tell the tale.                             Ah, my good fellow, where was this tale to begin? Poor little girl, she'd lost herself in a maze, with a cure and no cause. No betrayal, no prince -- surely he was no prince in the body of a beast. He was something far more foul than a hairy groom with no razor.  Quite surely, he was much more dressed the part. Or rather Jekyll was, for Hyde constantly fell apart!                              Now, as for good things, it went to show -- he was much more troublesome than she would ever suppose. Amidst the amber locks, or her glittering smile; she'd never catch his heart though she charmed her way for miles! Surely, she knew a tale or four, didn't all the little kiddies learn such things and ask for more?         How he walked with such pride in his step.                     Every sound that echoed in retrospect.                                    Walking, and walking until he found her.                                                 Sitting in wait as he seeked her company.

        She is one of his favourites, and he doesn't have many. For he forgets too often the one's with unfamiliar faces and facial features that seem to blend in with the crowd that surrounds them. But not her, he never forgets her. The one with honey waves and a smile that he deemed could light up the night sky on empty midnights. She is the one who does things in a different manner, the way she holds herself is poised and much too perfect to be real; but she is. And he adores it, finds that every single molecule of her being creates an even greater picture of what she is. It's strange, feeling this way towards another has never been quite common for him. It makes him wonder if this is what his father once always talked about, a sense of belonging, a sense of family. 

        Did she consider him family, too? 

        His steps are light and he feels brighter than usual, the apparent hum resonating from his chest whirs to life in an attempt to keep up with the upbeat rhythm of his feet. He feels tingly, like electricity is running through his wires and he's buzzing, a large smile plastered on his face as he continues on. 

        Even though the sun is setting and the world is slowly turning dark, it doesn't take much for him to scope out the other. She had given him careful instructions; go here and turn here. The movie theatre is just to the left, I'll be waiting outside for you, okay? And he had spent the whole night remembering these words by heart, feeling as if this were the first time someone was to truly take him out and to have fun. It simply made it all the better because he was doing it with her. 

[ text to: psychoezra ] But when I drop by, you always try to get your co-worker to talk to you about the benefits of restraining orders? 

[ text to: psychoezra ] Is this a yes to that date with your favorite prince? ㅋㅋㅋㅋ 

such a nosy boy.

looking for answers ezra does not have!

she is full of irritated sighs, irked grunts and crass sarcastic remarks today, but none of them seem to work. of course, nothing ever does work the way you want to after being forced to stay up because of a caffeine overload ( 3 cup of coffee - yes, too much, indeed ) and it’s really even worse when you’re getting your rest delayed over someone like him.

 { her car keys are calling her name, but ezra is not to budge from her seat until all her patients had left the room. secrets in the white office have to be kept confidential ; she can’t let a little mouse scurry about in its active wake, in the territory of a carnivorous being. }

“i don’t think you’ve answered me,” a stern warning this time, followed by a perfect arch of a brow, “why did you come today?”

   ”and whoever said you could touch my things?” 

Chanyeol frowns at the offending piece of furniture that keeps staring at him, ripping his gaze in favor of facing her. Today? Ah, yes. The meeting. His psychiatrist. Why was he here? He licked his lips as he attempted to focus on only one thought, a sure smile curling at the corners of his lips. There was really no reason, but over the weeks he's noticed she prefers him to at least try  to come up with an excuse as to why his presence is in her office. 

"Uh, I was sad. I saw a movie and the woman in it was thrown rocks until she died. Like - what the hell. There's people who kill other other people using rocks." 

He shakes his head as the thought strikes him, because he had most certainly not seen any movie with any women being mauled to death. 

But Erza didn't knows that.