Lone Star Mountain abalone

annoyance makes its home within ezra's chest, burning as it nests betwixt his ribs. the blonde and cream colored woman that speaks does not answer his question, instead countering his mother's words. ankh gold gaze narrows; burning.

grief and desperation made horrible ( or good, depending ) bedfellows and they currently nestle in his heart; a warring yin and yang.

vhat do you vant? he repeats; demand wrenching itself from his throat. his unease only festers.