ezekiel

“With every fading sunset.”

A soft whimper escaped them as they approached the witch from behind, gripping their hand around his. They had always been wildly empathetic, but to say they weren’t also deeply upset by the recent events would be fake news.

Zeke nodded casually, but his eyes spoke of just how hungry he was.

His head rested on the others shoulder in response.

Zeke found no comfort in being right, or Ezra’s surrender. He just didn’t want to worry about his brother doing something rash. So, he just nodded, more than happy to put it to rest.

The nephil’s head hung low, his expression pensive, but he scooted closer to the other -- their shoulders and hips, now touching. A show of affection, and support.

A sound of agreement came out of him, off-key and unsure.

“I haven’t done anything yet,” he explained with a small smile. 

her question grabbed his attention. “hang out with friends,” he answered sheepishly.

The nephil became visibly embarrassed, ears turning red and all, as he tried to break the eye contact between him and the stranger.

“i don’t think so,” the nephil spoke curtly, though he wasn’t trying to act aggressively toward the other -- he just wasn’t exactly enjoying the topic at hand.

“Yes, because it would make you bad, and I wouldn’t let anyone kill you.”

“I’ll have to ask my dad. I can’t make any promises, but he knows more than anyone else I can think of. Well... him and his mom.” The idea had just come to him to go ask Tegan. “We’ll figure it out, Bodhi.”