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Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2014 19:54:42 GMT -6
Ezra could remember being a teenager and sneaking out at night, the mixture of thrill and nervousness it gave him. The idea of creeping back into the house once the escapades were over always gave him a boost of adrenaline, and the dread of getting caught was about as exciting as adolescence got sometimes.
He never thought he'd feel that way again, but here he was, slowly pushing his front door open just ajar enough that he could slink his body through the crack. Why would a man sneak into his own house? Perhaps he was coming home from having a romp with some woman he met at a club? That could be the answer if it was pertaining to anyone but Ezra. He was faithful, honest, and much too happy-go-lucky to notice any female other than his wife at all. Truth be told, he got held up by the police after having to save the entirety of New York City from some psycho snake lady. Somehow keeping everyone's lives intact made you suspicious. Who knew?
Slowly he crept across the front room, realizing now that wooden floors were not to be trusted when you were trying to be sneaky. His shoes made soft but echoing noises as Ezra tried to secret agent his way into the kitchen. Really, it was stupid to try and crawl into bed beside his wife and think she had no idea what happened today. Firstly, he was home much later than the parade was supposed to go on, and secondly everyone saw those news helicopters flying about. There was absolutely no doubt in his mind that Isolde had watched the news in horror as the Vireximus University staff and students fought tooth and nail during the parade. But still, you couldn't blame him for at least trying.
The most important step in acting like nothing had happened at all was to replenish his body's ink supply. Isolde would surely notice that his tattoos had suddenly all gone missing at the same time. Having finally reached the kitchen, Ezra turned the overhead light on the stove and began digging around the junk draws for numerous pens. After lining up all he could find, he stripped himself of his coat and shirt, allowing him to see the faded, sketchy lines of where his tattoos used to be. Hovering his fingertips over the pens, he began to draw the ink out of them.
This would only take a few minutes, then he could tiptoe upstairs and somehow vaporize himself into bed beside Isolde then he'd be scot-free. Right?
@isolde
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Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2014 11:09:38 GMT -6
Isolde had been watching the parade on the television from home, trying to entertain Claudia as she crawled all over the couch and floor. It looked lovely, and she wished she could be there, but too many superhumans in one place might not be taken well by the public. It was a bit ironic, since it was a parade for heroes, but that was just how the world worked.
She looked away from the television for a moment to grab a toy for Claudia when she heard crashing and screaming from the screen. Turning her head swiftly enough to give someone whiplash, her wide eyes focused on what was happening. There was smoke everywhere, and civilians were running every which way. The news crews were startled as well, and all the camera showed for a few moments was a woman wrapped in a snake floating in the air, mutant creatures flying out from behind her as the reporters worked to regroup.
Over the next few minutes more information came out. The parade was under attack, the floating woman was a former career villain, and a task force from Vireximus was taking charge of containing the situation. Unfortunately, it didn't look very contained. Isolde's first and foremost thought, of course, was Ezra.
She knew he was strong but he'd never been in any real danger before. Unlike other professors at Vireximus, he had no real superhero experience, and she didn't know what this feeling was like...watching someone she loved so much be in so much danger, and not being able to help. If only she was there, she could lend a helping hand...and maybe freeze one or two of those mutants to death.
Her blood was boiling but her heart was fearful all at the same time. She would turn the TV off, unable to watch, only to turn it on again for fear that "Ezra Quinn, Vireximus professor, killed" would be scrolling across the bottom of the screen. Claudia picked up on her worry and stopped playing, hugging her mother's leg while incessantly asking "What's wrong?"
This went on for hours, and soon it was the dead of night. The news crews reported that the attack was finally over, and she could finally turn off the television. Scooping her daughter up in her arms she went to the little girl's room, tucking her in to bed. For once, the child didn't argue or fight back, but simply drifted off to sleep during her bedtime story.
Just as she was putting away the storybook, she heard a door open and close and the floorboards start to creak. It had to be Ezra. A flood of relief washed over her heart but she wouldn't be fully convinced until she actually saw him in the flesh. Leaving Claudia's room quietly she entered the kitchen from the back, Ezra's back to her. His shirt was off and she could see how faded the tattoos on his back were.
Wordlessly going up behind him she wrapped her arms around his waist and hugged him, her cheek resting on his back. She couldn't say anything right now.
@dee3
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Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2014 23:11:47 GMT -6
His body jerked at the touch. Ezra glanced down, watching the familiar, feminine hands of his wife wrap around his middle and all at once his muscles relaxed. Being home was one thing, but feeling Isolde's warmth against his skin - his bare skin - was something else entirely.
"I didn't want to worry you," was the first thing to come out of his mouth. Ezra lifted an arm and reached behind him, guiding Isolde closer to his front so he could hug her in return. It always surprised him how someone as intense as Isolde could still feel so delicate at times.
Wrapping his arms around her the best he could, Ezra craned his neck and buried his nose against her hair. The aroma was safe and familiar, so much so that he couldn't help but let his eyelids flutter closed. He couldn't even imagine how terrified and stressed she had been. If it had occurred in the reverse... with Isolde out there fighting against some pissed off former villain, Ezra would be worried sick that he might lose her.
"I'm okay, I promise," he assured, squeezing her tighter. "No broken bones!" It was said with a gentle laugh, sounding just as positive and elated as he always did.
@isolde
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Post by Deleted on Feb 7, 2014 18:57:25 GMT -6
When Ezra started to turn so they were facing each other, Isolde gladly obliged. Now that they were front to front, she wrapped her arms around him even tighter as he nuzzled the top of her head, burying her face in his chest. He was warm and familiar and alive, and that was all that mattered.
She normally wasn't like this. Isolde was cold, standoffish and uncaring. Or, so she seemed. But Ezra was different, her family was different. While she was a very independent person, if she lost Ezra her world would turn upside down. She loved him, of course; he was her husband. The last thing she wanted was for him to die.
The blonde couldn't help but laugh a little at him, only out of relief, though. So relieved she could laugh about it now instead of being worried sick. Shaking her head at him she simply rested her head against his chest again, listening to his heartbeat like it was proof of him being alive, of him even being real.
"I'm glad," she said, her voice quiet. For someone who could literally turn herself into ice, Isolde was feeling very warm at the moment.
Pulling away so she could look up at his goofy smiling face again, she smiled a little before reaching up and pulling him down into a gentle kiss, her lips lingering on his for just a moment before she looked up into those beautiful hazel eyes of his.
"I was very worried," was all she could muster to say before she looked down an away, one hand going up to rub at her eyes. This was no time for crying, even if it was out of sheer relief.
@dee3
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