Noctisardor Bypass proverbs 22:6

there is something in amadeo's smile that sits in ezra's stomach like curled milk. perhaps it is his own bias and uncertainly 'round the older man but either way, ezra is old enough to recognize his own intuition now: right or wrong.

for a brief moment, there is a stir of something that feels older than the sky and bones within ezra. there and gone before he could even truly realize it happened. it leaves him with a small shiver that travels down his spine, but nothing more.

golden gaze studies the meat and then amadeo's face unabashedly. intently as the older man asks him questions that felt more adult than they did kid oriented. like discussing the weather.

you vant to talk about the den? asks ezra, summoning an incredulity that spoke of a maturity beyond his age despite that it was a mere mimic. he was still, very much a child. it was his not-so-subtle way of communicating that he didn't find small talk interesting. vho are you? he demands then, not sure that he's ever actually met the man ( and if he did, he did not remember ).