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patient restraint || [EZRIEL] Mar 16, 2014 13:38:07 GMT -8

Post by ASTRID IMOGEN SELWYN on Mar 16, 2014 13:38:07 GMT -8

“Miss Selwyn, you have a visitor,” The young healer stood at the door and Astrid looked up from the magazine that she had idly been staring at. The same page for over an hour, now. The Healers took notice of her inability to function unless they were actively pursuing her.

“I am not expecting any visitors today,” The woman answered, lifting her wrist to point at the board that was across from her bed. It was a calendar, with each of the days meticulously filled out by the staff of St. Mungo’s. It was designed to keep Astrid grounded - to make sure that she was fully aware of what she had going on for the day. Often it was hard to get her to do anything that wasn’t explicitly planned out on the calendar.

The Healer moved across the room and laid her hand on Astrid’s shoulder, “He’s here to take you out again, won’t that be nice?”

Curious eyes now searched the Healer’s face; Astrid was trying to figure out exactly what she was insinuating. There were only a few people that she let in to visit her and whoever this was would have to be on the list that she had written up her second day in the Wing. Her heart immediately started pounding in her throat. Surely it couldn’t be Valerian...she had taken all the necessary precautions so he wouldn’t know where she was. Not after...not after-

She got to her feet and pulled her overly large sweater around her shoulders as she lifted her chin. Ast knew this day was going to come eventually - she would have to face her husband and then who knows what would happen. She could only hope that this would all blow over one day...although she knew that it would be impossible for her to forgive him for-

Her thoughts got jumbled again as Astrid slipped into the slippers that were near her bed and followed the Healer out of the room and down the corridor toward the lift. She knew that she would have to go all the way to reception to greet her unexpected guest. The lift ride was short and silent - Astrid wondered if the girl could hear the pounding of the blood in her veins. They stepped out and she saw a figure near the front desk. Immediately, her heart was in her throat - would she be able to face him?

“Professor Adams?” The young girl called out and Astrid breathed a sigh of relief. Ezriel. She had almost forgotten that he came to visit her on occasion. There he was, standing near the desk and Astrid was overcome with the strangest urge to hug him.

“Ezriel.” For the first time in a few weeks, the feeble woman managed a gentle smile at the sight of her friend.
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patient restraint || [EZRIEL] Apr 14, 2014 0:40:37 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Apr 14, 2014 0:40:37 GMT -8

Ezriel Adams had hit rock bottom. Again. After drunkenly attempting to return rat food because it wasn’t owl food, and making a down right fool of himself in the shop, Ezriel had realized that he could stoop no lower. His cure for a hangover was now more alcohol. He’d slept through lessons, was drunk through one, and had even canceled a day all together last week. This was getting out of hand, but he was too ashamed to tell Vincent. He needed to just cowboy up and solve this.

It was time to get counseling. Dumbledore had been more than forgiving about his issue thus far, and granted the man a weekend to get sober, and figure it all out. The best place for that was St. Mungos. They could cure anyone, and if they couldn’t, they kept them safe and sound and gave them a place to live out their days. Maybe that’s what was in store for Ezriel. A long stint here until his liver finally gave up, and the rest of him just died off with it. Depression was an ugly thing. Ezriel had realized his problem hadn’t truly been with his mother for years now. He was unhappy. Sure, he loved his work. The joy of teaching was one that would never get old for him. But, underlying everything, every false smile or forced laugh through lessons, Ezriel was, without a doubt, lonely.

His mother had been gone for years now. Though the date of her passing surely caused him more pain than any other day of the year, this was less about her now, and more about him. He didn’t have anyone to come home to at the end of the day. As a man of his growing age, he found the thought of being old and alone an alarming reality. Depression fueled his alcoholism, and his alcoholism fueled his depression. And really who wanted to love a drunk?

He’d stumbled into Mungo’s after polishing off the last of a bottle of scotch, and told the woman behind the counter very plainly, ”I’d like not to be drunk any longer. And I’d like not to be drunk ever again.” The sweet young girl had checked him into their overnight program and booked him a quiet room at the end of the hall. Ezriel slept for almost two days straight, only waking when they forced water and minimal food on him. When he was conscious again, Ezriel only managed to stay in the room an hour before he had to wander the halls. In his wanderings he’d seen many people there for many things; a man in the corner watching the women talk amongst each other was there for sex addiction, the fellow on the floor in front of the fire was in for drugs, and the woman standing by the window was on suicide watch. The people in here were mad and messed up and everything in between.

How had he stayed away from this place so long? It was suddenly hitting him that he’d seen her here. Oh God in Heaven, how could he have been so self-involved as to leave her sitting here by herself. He needed to find what wing she was in. Surely, she was in a nearby ward. Beautiful, kind, Astrid had been here longer than he. Ezriel had been by to visit, but it had been ages now. A knot formed in his chest and he hurried to the bathroom. He had to straighten up. Look decent. If he was going to find her, tell her she wasn’t alone, tell her she had a friend, he couldn’t look like he was breaking down as well.

Fixing himself up the best he could, Ezriel marched out to the reception desk and spoke quietly with the young girl. While they agreed to find his friend, Ezriel fretted over the state of his shirt, and how tired his eyes looked, all before he realized his hair was a disaster. He was just flattening it out as his name was called out.

As his eyes found her face he breathed a little sigh. The poor darling. He felt atrocious for not visiting more. What was more, he felt a twinge inside him, a needing of her. She’d extended courtesies to him that no one else but Vin had. She was kind when she didn’t have to be, and she understood what he was going through. He needed her to fix his broken parts. Crossing the distance in a few short strides, he wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly to his chest, ”I’m… I’m so sorry I haven’t been by more… “ The silence fell around him for a long moment, only the hum of the healers going about their busy day filled the air. ”I’m here now, Astrid... Please forgive me.”

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patient restraint || [EZRIEL] Apr 21, 2014 9:40:27 GMT -8

Post by ASTRID IMOGEN SELWYN on Apr 21, 2014 9:40:27 GMT -8

Astrid stood there for a few moments, her hands idly entwining themselves together as her eyes observed Ezriel Adams attempting to fix his shirt. How could she have forgotten that he came to visit her every so often? He was her only source of a constant while she was here. They would go out for lunch and forget all about the lives that they lived on the other side of these walls. It was therapeutic for Astrid, perhaps even more therapeutic than any treatment that she actually received at St. Mungo’s. Ezriel Adams had become one of her dearest companions and she had missed him - perhaps even more than she allowed herself to believe.

Her smile seemed like a crumbling wall when she first tried it on, but as she felt his hands around her, pulling her into an embrace, the pieces seemed to cement themselves back together. She was suddenly very self-conscious that she had put on slippers instead of shoes. Perhaps Ez wouldn’t notice her lack of put-togetherness. Perhaps he didn’t care that she was practically ripped apart at the seams and sewn back together with whatever St. Mungo’s could find, “Please don’t apologize,” The woman breathed as she buried her face into his chest, suddenly feeling much more whole in the process. There Astrid stayed for a few minutes, listening to the drum of his heart against his chest cavity and equating it with her own beating of her heart, “Ezriel.” His name escaped her lips with a sigh of relief. He was here.

She put her hands on his chest and slowly pushed away from him, just enough so she could see his face, but not enough to break the hug that she so desperately felt she needed to hold onto. Her light eyes watched him carefully, her saint amongst sinners. There was a certain silence that hung around them - it wasn’t uncomfortable, just a quiet that stilled her ever confused senses and droning mind. There was something calming about Ezriel’s presence here - Astrid didn’t nearly feel as if she was a mental patient when he was around, he made her feel like a normal human being. “I am so happy you’re here.” Her fingertips brushed over his cheek, almost as if she was checking to make sure that he was real, pale eyes still scanning his face. He looked tired - she looked tired - the entire world was tired. Things were fu.cked up, they had been for a long time. But seeing him made them feel slightly less so.

She smiled again, this time more heartily and fully this time as she looked at him, her fingertips still resting on his cheek. The healers that walked by surely could sense the companionship...or perhaps something more that existed between them in that moment, “I hope you’ve come to tell me we’re going out for lunch and not to tell me that you’re never coming back because you can’t stand to pull yourself away from your students any longer,” She breathed. The dry sounds of laughter escaped her lips for the first time in weeks. How happy she was that he was here, how utterly and completely happy.

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patient restraint || [EZRIEL] May 8, 2014 0:05:06 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on May 8, 2014 0:05:06 GMT -8

He did not care that she was still in her slippers; not that he had noticed. He did not care that she was held together with what ever the nurses had laying around; not that it would change how he felt about the woman who was softly burying her face into his chest. Ezriel held her in silence for a while until she quietly spoke his name. His heart thudded slightly harder in his chest as he whispered a soft, "I'm here" into her hair. Just knowing she was okay made him feel more in control. She made him forget all his own problems. His troubled thoughts had been replaced with worry over her well being instead. She mattered more.

As she pulled away, Ezriel looked her over in one quick swoop of his eyes. He was content seeing her brightened by his presence, but she still looked tried. He knew the look of sadness all too well. If it were anyone else's eyes he was looking into, the look would feel reflective and mocking. But, the hidden brokenness in her eyes made his very soul pang with the urge to make all her shattered pieces fit back together again.

"I couldn't possibly stay away from you. I'm ashamed I stayed away so long as it is." His hand floated up to her cheek. The soft tendril of hair hanging in her face, was easily swept back and tucked behind her ear. Her poke at his kids made him smile an unstable crooked little grin. "The kids are lovely, brilliant minds, but I enjoy your company the most." A very light chuckle came from his throat and he swallowed to keep the rasp out of his voice. "Come to lunch with me. Please."

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patient restraint || [EZRIEL] May 15, 2014 6:39:33 GMT -8

Post by ASTRID IMOGEN SELWYN on May 15, 2014 6:39:33 GMT -8

Astrid felt happy in that moment. There were few things these days that actually made her feel something, but Ezriel always seemed to be one of them. He filled the agonizing hole that she had once filled up with her husband, her son, her love of cooking, her bubbly attitude...he made her feel whole again and that was more than she could possibly ask for. Sometimes she was grateful that he was here because this was nothing like the treatment that she actually received, “Oh please.” Astrid laughed ever so slightly as she felt his fingertips caressing her cheek and pushing her hair out of her eyes. It hadn’t been that long, had it?

Eyelids fluttering open, she watched as he half-smiled at her comment. It immediately sent some sort of butterflies to the pit of her stomach. After everything, she still had the ability to joke - laughter was the best medicine, right? “And I enjoy yours more than the hoards of healers I see every day.” She wanted to reach up and touch his face, run her fingertips across his lips, press her forehead to his as they stood in the middle of St. Mungo’s, just to remind herself that he was real...but she feared over stepping the delicate boundaries that they had drawn around their relationship. Astrid wasn’t entirely sure where all of them lay.

He asked her for lunch and she immediately looked down at her slippered feet and oversized sweater. She was hardly ready to go to lunch, but she knew that he didn’t mind, “You know you never have to ask me twice, sweet Ezriel.” She breathed. She slid away from their hug, moving her hands to his elbows as she studied his face. There was something more between them - something more that she often forgot to acknowledge, “What suits your fancy today?”

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patient restraint || [EZRIEL] Jun 9, 2014 22:50:13 GMT -8 ? QUINN and NOAH JUDE CARDIN like this

Post by Deleted on Jun 9, 2014 22:50:13 GMT -8

Maybe she was okay. Her mannerisms and the way she spoke made him hopeful, but of course he knew the truth. Ezriel had been inside too much to know that if she didn't genuinely need treatment, she wouldn't be here. Her little quips brought a soft chuckle out of his lips. He greatly appreciated that she remained her gentle joking self. That smile of hers could melt icebergs.

Watching the way she moved, Ez held onto her arms gently. A little part of him felt like she would break if he wasn't careful. "Well, I kind of thought we might go back to my house." Could he be honest with her at this point? It wasn't usually a problem. Typically, Ezriel could tell her anything, but she seemed so broken here, he wanted to tread lightly. Contrary wise, it was Astrid, and Astrid was his person. He told her everything.

"I gotta come clean here. I can't keep secrets from you. I've been in here a few days. Last week was a really... ehh.. low point... and my sobriety ran out. The headmaster gave me a little time off and I checked myself in. That's why I wanna go home." He sighed, Admitting it out loud stung a bit more than he thought it would. Part of him felt a little selfish for not taking her somewhere nice.

His hands, void of their usual ink stains, rubbed her upper arms carefully."I want to make you lunch. Something warm. Comfort food. And change my shirt so I don't smell like scotch when you hug me. I want to take you somewhere safe. Is that okay with you? We can go somewhere else if you want."

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patient restraint || [EZRIEL] Jun 12, 2014 11:25:43 GMT -8

Post by ASTRID IMOGEN SELWYN on Jun 12, 2014 11:25:43 GMT -8

Astrid’s brown eyes sought out Ezriel’s own as his confession flowed from his lips. She remembered the first time that she found him in a pub in Hogsmeade - the exchange that they had had. He was missing people in his life and that had caused such a hole in his heart. Where Ezriel tried to fill it up with alcohol, Astrid made certain that it stayed empty and caused her near insanity. He checked himself into Mungo’s as he tried to get clean, she checked herself in trying to keep away from the memories. They were two of the same...desperately in need of one another. Who was she to frown upon someone for being in the exact same spot as she was? If anything, it soothed her nerves - Ezriel Adams had a particular way of soothing her completely. His calloused palms moved against her upper arm as he spoke again, sending a chill across her back and down her spine.

“Oh Ezriel,” She breathed, putting her hand behind his neck and pulling his forehead to hers. For a moment, she said nothing - there was nothing to say. Ez didn’t need to be lectured, and she had no interest in lecturing him. In fact, there was a part of her that wanted to press her lips to his for a split second, just to let him know that she was behind him. They would get him back on the horse, together, “My darling Ez, it’s alright. I-” There was something else that the feeble woman wanted to say to him, but the words wouldn’t quite formulate in her mind. It was as if there was a mental barrier that refuted her happiness, “Let’s go home.” It was her way of telling him that she was proud of his decision, without actually saying it. She wasn’t his mother, she was his...Astrid’s thoughts jumbled once again.

If they were going to his house, it would be the perfect opportunity for the woman to get her hands on a real kitchen. There was a spark in her brown eyes at the very thought - it had been months since she had the opportunity to be near real food, “One condition, though: let me cook for you,” She answered before putting her fingertip to his lips, “Don’t protest like I know you will. We both deserve comfort food and I’m not sure I would trust you with a sandwich.” She looked up at him from her place pressing her forehead to his and offered him another reassuring smile before drawing back and pulling him slightly toward the exit of the Hospital.

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patient restraint || [EZRIEL] Jun 19, 2014 23:18:33 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Jun 19, 2014 23:18:33 GMT -8

A large part of him wished he could stay that way forever. The soft way she embraced him, resting against his forehead, was entirely relaxing. "I'm sorry," he whispered at the sound of his name on her lips. Ezriel felt more guilty not than he ever had. It was as if letting her down was the single worst thing he could ever do. Later, in a quiet moment alone, he would realize that he cared about her opinion and approval just about as much as his mother's. For now, though, he was too busy trying not to get lost in the soft feeling of her hair on his face.

To say he was relieved that she didn't reprimand him would be an understatement. Ezriel had been selfish in his sorrow drowning. Not once had he stopped to think about the people he cared for most. Not his father, his sister, his nieces, or even Astrid. Poor, sweet Astrid was locked away here, and if anything had happened to him, how would she know? Would Vincent come visit? Would he know she was important enough to Ez that he would want her to know immediately? Thinking about her staying blissfully unaware made him feel worse about himself. He'd let everyone down. It was time to start putting things back together.

She was damn right about him protesting. He wanted to take care of her, if only for a night. "Hey," he spoke, her finger against his lips. "I'm a man. What kind of man can't make a decent sandwich?" With a chuckle, Ezriel contemplated holding her hand there, kissing her knuckles. that wasn't exactly necessary right now, though. In fact, their displays of affection so far were probably more than enough for two people who were not together anyway. "Fine," he conceded to her terms as he followed her little tug like a magnet. "You can cook this time, but next time it's my turn and I promise I won't try to feed you rat kibble like I did my sister's owl last week."

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patient restraint || [EZRIEL] Jun 22, 2014 15:29:35 GMT -8

Post by ASTRID IMOGEN SELWYN on Jun 22, 2014 15:29:35 GMT -8

“A man like you, Professor Adams,” Her joking tone was obvious in the way that she softly ran her finger across his lips and then tapped against his skin before offering him a large grin. To say that Astrid was satisfied enough that there would be a second time and perhaps even a third or forth was an understatement. Her heart gave an involuntary thump against her chest in response, “Heavens. I hope your sister’s owl lived to see another day. Maybe we’ll spend the afternoon labeling instead of home-cooking.” She tapped her finger against his lips before completely withdrawing from his personal space with a delicate laugh. The healer that had been standing nearby undoubtedly had heard the entire exchange, but she played as if she was staring off into the distance before Astrid made pointed eye-contact with her, “I will be checking out for a few hours, thanks-” She smiled ever so slightly as she continued to walk toward the exit, lacing her fingers into Ezriel’s as she did.

The fresh air. Merlin, it felt good in her lungs. Slipper clad, standing in the sunlight of March, she felt as if there was nothing wrong with her at all. She was not the fragile woman who needed to be constantly looked after in St. Mungo’s. She wasn’t the delicate patient that they so often thought her to be. She was Astrid Selwyn, yet again. For a moment, she could do nothing but stand there in the sun, basking in the satisfaction that she was free - if only for the afternoon, “Wow.” The older woman managed before turning to look at Ez who stood next to her, “Is there anything better than this?” She could, in fact, think of a thousand things that were better than this but none of them seemed to matter right in this moment.

She probably looked like the loony that she was in her slippers, practically spinning around in the outside air. It mattered not because she felt alive again, “Tell you what. We’ll share the burden. We can cook together.” She smiled at the thought. There was a time when she would have never dreamed of being in the kitchen again and now here she was, feeling as if she was on top of the world once again.

She reached for his other hand and held them between their bodies as her grin continued to grow, “Now that you’ve jailbroken the most dangerous patient in this establishment-” Astrid joked and ran her thumb across the back of his hand, biting down on her lip ever so slightly. As found that she was moderately shy about the whole thing, “Take me home, Professor Adams.”

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patient restraint || [EZRIEL] Jul 5, 2014 17:51:53 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Jul 5, 2014 17:51:53 GMT -8

He let her tease him because he was swiftly realizing he would do anything to hear her laugh or see her smile. So, he allowed her jab at his sandwich making skills, and even chuckled thinking of what his sister might have done if her owl had kicked the bucket. "Why do I get this dreadful feeling that you and Devorah would her along so famously? You'd both have a hell of a time picking at my faults." Ezriel chortled softly, tucking his hands into his pockets. Giving the on-looking nurse a nod, he followed his broken friend out of the front doors. Her dainty little hand found his and a smile grew on his lips. Walking hand in hand like this felt like he'd been doing it for years. It almost felt like second nature. It was so easy, Ez had to remind himself not to overstep his bounds.

Ezriel would have given anything to stop time just for a moment. He took a mental picture of her face, kissed by the sun, instead. There was something gratifying about watching a weight lift off a person. Even more so when it was a person you cared about. His blue eyes were already fixed on her when Astrid turned to look at him and spoke. "No," he answered. "I'm not sure there is." His smile tried not to give away the fact hat he was hardly talking about the same amazing thing. She looked more beautiful right now than he'd ever seen her. Blissful freedom suited her very well. He wouldn't picture her as a patient here at Mungo's. Not in a million years. Of course, he was also a little biased. "Cook together, huh? think you can trust me with a spatula?"

Laughing, he turned to her, holding both of her soft hands in his. "Dangerous?" Ez grinned down at her. He liked the sound of her request on her lips and drew swirling little circles on her knuckles. "Dangerously pretty, maybe." Once h'd said it he was embarrassed. His cheeks were tinting pink ever so slightly. "Come one, I'll take you home." Ezriel tugged her just a little closer and in the blink of an eye the pair had left that hospital behind, and were standing on the porch of a house with hardly and front yard, and planter box full of freshly planted pansies and other small flowers. "Home, sweet home." The house was squished between two other house, one of which was being tended to by and older woman watching a floating pair of sheers trim a shrub under a window. "Thanks for doing my gardening, Gladys. It's lovely." the woman waved at the two and smiled at Astrid as she admired her slippers.

The front door unlocked with a click, and Ezriel held it open for Astrid. Inside, the house looked like it had been designed by the people at the furniture store. The only thing that gave it character were the book tucked neatly in every nook and cranny, a bouquet of fresh flowers in a porcelain vase on the side table in the hall, and an assortment of drawing done by two girls, ages 7 and 4 practically covering not only his fridge, but also the desk in the living room. "New Flowers, Dev's been here. Means there's actually food in the cupboards," he said, smiling lightly. "Are... you thirst? Can I get you anything?" though he was a little nervous having her here, he would not be caught without his manners.

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patient restraint || [EZRIEL] Jul 14, 2014 19:12:46 GMT -8

Post by ASTRID IMOGEN SELWYN on Jul 14, 2014 19:12:46 GMT -8

As Ezriel pulled her close, Astrid inhaled through her nose, taking careful note of the melodic scents of his clothes. To some, the smell of whiskey and slightly dingy clothing would be an instant flood of negative emotion, but to Astrid, it smelled like comfort. It smelled like her Ezriel. Her savior. Her hands laced behind his back, holding her small frame against his incredibly sturdy one. Shutting her eyes tightly, she pressed her face into the lapels of his jacket as they disappeared and reappeared to their new destination. For a few moments, she didn’t move, at least until she heard his voice announcing that they had arrived. With reluctance, she pulled back and dropped the warm embrace that had locked them together. His house was quaint, a lovely thing tucked into a wizarding suburbia that seemed entirely unlike him. Perhaps Astrid always saw him as a professor - sleeping in his office, slaving away over students’ essays.

He thanked Gladys; the older woman, who appeared to have been the purveyor of the flowers, grinned at the couple and Astrid found her staring at her slippers - whereas she would have normally been embarrassed of her appearance, the woman’s look was not a condemning one, but an appreciative glance, “Beautiful, Gladys.” She answered as well, offering the woman a gentle smile and a wave, “And you-” She looked up at Ezriel, watching the way his face seemed to soften in the sunlight, “You forgot to mention what a gorgeous home you have.”

Ez led her into the house and for a moment, she stood staring around the carefully cleaned and inspected interior. Again, not at all what she had expected. It was immaculate. The drawings on the refrigerator caught her eye and a smile crept onto her lips. Then, leaning down, she pressed her nose into the flowers and inhaled. The scent was calming - however, not nearly as calming as Ezriel’s clothing. Suddenly, Astird found herself blushing at the very thought. Surely one did not think such things about ones friends, “One day Dev and I are going to have to meet, you know that? I know what you’re thinking, how could you possibly deal with the two of us together. You’ll be in for the treat of a lifetime. Flowers, cooking, doting. What will you do with all the attention?” She turned away from the flowers as he asked her if she was thirsty, “I can get it. Don’t tell me-” Her fingertips brushed over a few of the cupboards before she opened one - it was full of plates and china. Mock grimacing she moved to the next where she found the mugs. Taking out two, she set them on the countertop.

She was most happy in the kitchen. It had seemed like forever since she had been in one. At the Maxwell manor, they kitchen had always been well-stocked for her liking but he didn’t like her dallying around it like one of the House Elves. He thought it was beneath her. And in the months prior to checking into Mungo’s she hadn’t been able to even touch her beloved kitchen. She had been so broken. Sucking in a breath, she grabbed the tea kettle and filled it with water, humming softly to herself as she placed it on the stove and turned it on.

For a few seconds, she had entirely forgotten where she was, until her bright eyes settled on Ezriel again, still standing there in the center of the kitchen. He seemed so gentle...so kind and sweet. She wanted to reach out and touch him again, feel the comfort in his arms, that swept the very air from her lungs, “Ez-” A certain longing seemed to rest at the end of his name, a longing that existed deep in her thoughts and heart. She longed for him in a way that she could not even explain to herself. He was not Professor Adams or even Ezriel in that moment, simply Ez. A smile broke out across her lips, “I hope you like tea-” She realized she hadn’t even asked.

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patient restraint || [EZRIEL] Aug 14, 2014 22:49:25 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2014 22:49:25 GMT -8

He was perfectly happy just watching her waltz about his kitchen. As she spoke, Ezriel smiled to himself, answering her silently in his mind with a "yes, Dear" which surprised him a little. Not that he minded it. The little shiver that quaked through his chest at the thought of that sort of relationship, was oddly welcoming. While she was busy dancing about, admiring his cabinetry, Ezriel took a moment to fantasize a life of 'yes, Dear's and 'what ever you say, Darling's with the woman. It was clear to him that the only thing he wanted more than to live out his days in peace, was her unquestionable happiness.

How had Valerian done such a thing to her? Astrid was not just a star, but a sun. Burning brighter than anything else in the sky and pulling everything into a perfect orbital balance around her. Everything in the galaxy existed because she said it did. And there Ezriel stood, allowing this convergence of spectacular energy, all in the name of her joy. Valerian had been a black hole; sucking in everything and doing God knows what with it after crushing it down to the smallest grains of matter. Subconsciously, Ezriel had stepped closer to her as she put the kettle on. Her eyes turning up to him, stopped him in his tracks.

This was his most treasured companion. Who was he to be thinking of being more to her? And shame on him for thinking so ill of her husband. If you could call him that at all. "Yes?" his throat croaked a little, in fear that she might scold him for such rude thoughts. He hadn't heard any peculiarities in her voice at first, but once he saw he was likely not in trouble for thinking Valerian needed to be hit with a meteor, Ezriel moved again toward her.

His blue eyes locked onto hers for a long moment, bathing in her gaze. Ezriel knew this was one of those moments when you were supposed to hear your heart hammering away in your ears, but his felt smooth and steady; calmed by merely her presence. Licking his lips quickly, he cracked a soft smile that belonged to her and her alone. "I love... tea." Ezriel exhaled and failed to stop his hand from brushing back a tendril of brown hair from the frame of her face.

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patient restraint || [EZRIEL] Aug 18, 2014 6:45:23 GMT -8

Post by ASTRID IMOGEN SELWYN on Aug 18, 2014 6:45:23 GMT -8

There they stood, in the middle of the kitchen and Astrid became very aware of the fact that they were standing close to one another. Ezriel had a good few inches on her, so she tilted her chin ever so slightly, moving herself even closer to him. His smile spread to her own lips as she looked up at him. He loved tea. The words seemed like so much more than just a simple answer to her question. They seemed like an answer to the inquiry that both of them were afraid to make. How long could they continue on as each other’s saviors without admitting that there was something so much larger at work between them. Immediately a fire burned across her skin as he pushed her dark hair away from her forehead. Her hand reached up and pressed into his, softly allowing it to settle in her slightly mussed hair.

She was timid, of that much she was certain. Too afraid to break the boundaries that they had so carefully established - or lacked establishment between them. She pressed onto the balls of her feet, closing the space between them deliberately, “Tea… It’s lovely, isn’t it?” Now, only a few inches from one another, she could feel his breath on her own lips. She should stop, Astrid reminded herself, not wishing to seem too forward with the man who had been her life-saver over the past six months, but she couldn’t. He had saved her life. He had made her feel whole again when she thought that there was nothing else worth living for. She had lost her son and her husband and Ezriel had prevented her from losing herself completely. Without him, she was abhorrently lost.

I love you, sweet Ez. The words refused to bubble over the surface of her lips, so the simple thought would need to do for now. Very slowly, she pressed her lips softly into his. Immediately, she felt the shock hit her like a ton of bricks. It was not an unpleasant feeling in the slightest, but a euphoric sensation that spread from her mouth throughout her entire body in a matter of moments. Her hands reached for his unshaven face, fingertips running across the stubble as she breathed in the scent of him. Ezriel Adams was everything that she had refused herself over the years. He was everything that she deserved and yet often refused to let herself see and she had the most incredible feelings for him that she wanted to let herself explore.

The tea-kettle began whistling at that precise moment and she drew back, her dark-circled eyes suddenly very worrisome, “Ez, forgive me. I…I-“ There were no words to explain what she had done and she suddenly worried that she had grossly misunderstood the situation. Turning her back, she fidgeted with the kettle, trying to remove it from the heat, but her hands were shaking too much to manage even the most simple of tasks.

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patient restraint || [EZRIEL] Aug 23, 2014 15:24:28 GMT -8 ? QUINN likes this

Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2014 15:24:28 GMT -8

What was possibly the defining moment of his adult relationships was finally upon him. Ezriel had to choose now. Did he want to stay her marriage respecting best friend? Or did Ezriel want to dash the morals of making moves on a woman who might still be considered someone else's wife? Astrid had] dropped the Maxwell name, returning to her maiden name. He knew how much she disliked him. Ezriel wouldn't blame her if she was even afraid of him. His decision was obvious. Astrid meant the world to him. Seeing her this close, their faces mere inches from each other, the withering from Mungo's clearer now than ever, made Ez long for the chance to take care of her.

Only seconds away from making his move on her, Ez was shocked by the feeling of her lips on his. Had he acted before thinking it all through? It wasn't like him. The eagerness behind her kiss made him understand better. She had made the first move. Her fingertips on his jaw kicked him into motion. As if the sight of her wasn't captivating enough, the taste of her lips was euphoric and intoxicating. Ezriel was just tangling his fingers deep into the tresses of her hair when the kettle screamed at them as though they'd been caught doing something improper.

Astrid pulled away, immediately apologizing. Too slow with his words, or his reactions for that matter, Ez stared at her a moment, watching her turn away. Did she regret it? Lord, he hoped not. He needed to do something! To Ezriel, honesty was always the best policy. "Astrid..." Relying mostly on instinct, he stepped toward her. Her hands shook so much he feared she might burn herself. It was now or never. Time for him to let go of all his doubts and reservations and just do what made him happy. She made him happy.

Placing one hand on her hip, Ezriel reached around her. He caught her hand, guiding her through the motions, and helped her pull the kettle off the burner. "I won't forgive you." His voice was quiet and deep as he spoke softly. Her back was warm on his chest, and he could smell the lingering scent of standard issue Mungo's shampoo in her hair. "There is nothing to forgive, Astrid."

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patient restraint || [EZRIEL] Sept 3, 2014 6:05:21 GMT -8

Post by ASTRID IMOGEN SELWYN on Sept 3, 2014 6:05:21 GMT -8

Ezriel’s hands were in her hair in a matter of minutes and suddenly Astrid found that she couldn’t breathe. The tea kettle had scared the living daylights out of her, causing a profound shake to rack her entire body - even still as she stood staring at the kitchen stove, she was unable to calm her nerves. What had she been thinking? Most women did not go around kissing men that were meant to be their best friends. Most women did not kiss Ezriel Adams the first chance that they got. Most women -

Well, most women were probably not Astrid Selwyn. She sucked a much needed breath of air and tried to calm herself even more fully. But it seemed useless. Her fingertips jerked back and forth leaving her with the fear that if she ever actually managed to touch the tea-kettle, she was going to burn her hands. Perhaps the pain would draw her back into reality - she thought dimly as she reached for the heat.

That was the exact moment that she felt his hand on her hip bone. At first, she jumped a little, frightened by the advance, although it wasn’t unwelcome. His hand was then around hers, the calloused warmth of his own fingers spreading through her own. Astrid’s breath caught again, leaving her open-mouthed as she felt him guide her through the simple motions of picking up the kettle and getting it off of the heat.

When it was safety away from the heat, Astrid leaned back fully on Ezriel, closing her eyes as she drew his hand around her body, still holding onto him with her fingertips. I won’t forgive you. There is nothing to forgive, Astrid. His words were quiet, but she heard them. She heard them more than she had heard anything in her life. It wasn’t just about forgiveness, it was about the acceptance. Ezriel knew everything about her - every tiny little secret and breakdown that she had tried so hard to once hide and he found that she was just as wonderful as the day that he had met her.

Slowly her eyelids fluttered open as she turned around in his arms, staring up into his beautifully murky blue eyes with pointed intensity, “Ezriel, you are quite possibly the most wonderful thing that has ever happened to me.” Her words were a voiceless whisper against the quite hum of the kitchen, “And I have fallen entirely irrevocably in love with you.”

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NOTES; *SCREAMING*