Handful of Clouds

Ezra Rosen · 10-09-2010, 07:09 PM

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seriously beat me with a stick I’m so sorry!! >_<; hope you don’t mind the powerplay, just thought it’d make things faster.

The month had been hard. Ezra spent many mornings exploring, often wondering why he was alone. She had tantalized his mind, his dreams… she took root into his head. It was another of those mornings where he had woken up with the dawn and spent a lazy morning in bed. Ezra’s laziness never allowed him to dig out his own den, but instead formed a rather impressive mat next to a willow tree by a small stream. It seemed fickle about whether to stay or not, and Ezra would often find himself wondering when it would rain again so his watery friend would return to him.

This morning, however, the faintest stream appeared by his feet. It was a welcome change, which put Ezra in a good mood. The boy, still shaking the sleep out of his eyes, stretched with pleasure on the dewy ground. It seemed impossible that he would get out and be productive. The sound he had not expected to hear changed all of that, however. His name rang out through the trees of his little home, from the voice he longed to hear. Ever was back. He didn’t know how she found his humble abode, but that didn’t matter right now. She was back

“Ever?” Ezra whispered hoarsely, looking in the direction the voice came from. Through the reeds his girl came to him. Ezra instantly grinned; this couldn’t have been more perfect. “Hey!” the boy called out, getting up a little too quickly for his half-asleep body. His bones cracked and complained but Ezra ignored his lazy body. His paws ran over the grass and rocks until his body collided with hers in a multitude of licks and kisses.

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