Shadowwyn Moor stare down the barrel

ezra lets out a tight smile — more of a terse twitch of his lips into some misshapen phantom of a smile — as suliya declares no more heavy thoughts. if only it were that easy. heavy thoughts and topics linger 'round his shoulders like a vigilante's cape; nipping at his heels like his own personal hellhounds.

but ... he'd come out here in search of a distraction and that was what she was offering him.

let's chase the wind, ezra chooses, not really one for playing much anymore. running offers the illusion of being unchained and unburdened and he sought that in that moment more than anything else.