It took an embarrasingly long amount of time for Oliver to quite register what was going on. It's not Oliver's fault that he hasn't had a single fucking blowjob since he got to this place!
...
Okay... yeah, he can only really blame himself for that but whatever. Whatever. This clearly wasn't something bothering Oliver (it absolutely was bothering him). It actually isn't his fault that he couldn't see much- then again, that seemed to be the intention. WHat he could see was a man glancing over his shoulder, staring into Oliver's eyes. Swallowing hard, Oliver averted his eyes slightly, trying to shove out any inappropriate thoughts that dared to invade his mind. Soon enough the man turned away and quite obviously, finished off. Great...suspicion confirmed. The words uttered by a person behind the counter absolutely did not help.
And then Oliver saw him.
EZRA?!
What the ever living FUCK?! Ezra? Of all people?! No way was Oliver sick- why would he hallucinate something like this?! He wasn't even into Ezra! Ignoring the whole awkward LongNight thing.
The man rushes away and Oliver can only stand in the same position, staring forward. Part of him is deeply confused about the whole Ezra isn't actually dead thing and the other feels almost critical.
His words come out sharp- clearly confused. His eyes still wide. "What- the fuck?! When did you come back? You know, to life?" There was no anger- no frustration or even distaste. Any negative feelings he once held towards Ezra were gone- though, he was a tad uncomfortable right now.
...
Okay... yeah, he can only really blame himself for that but whatever. Whatever. This clearly wasn't something bothering Oliver (it absolutely was bothering him). It actually isn't his fault that he couldn't see much- then again, that seemed to be the intention. WHat he could see was a man glancing over his shoulder, staring into Oliver's eyes. Swallowing hard, Oliver averted his eyes slightly, trying to shove out any inappropriate thoughts that dared to invade his mind. Soon enough the man turned away and quite obviously, finished off. Great...suspicion confirmed. The words uttered by a person behind the counter absolutely did not help.
And then Oliver saw him.
EZRA?!
What the ever living FUCK?! Ezra? Of all people?! No way was Oliver sick- why would he hallucinate something like this?! He wasn't even into Ezra! Ignoring the whole awkward LongNight thing.
The man rushes away and Oliver can only stand in the same position, staring forward. Part of him is deeply confused about the whole Ezra isn't actually dead thing and the other feels almost critical.
His words come out sharp- clearly confused. His eyes still wide. "What- the fuck?! When did you come back? You know, to life?" There was no anger- no frustration or even distaste. Any negative feelings he once held towards Ezra were gone- though, he was a tad uncomfortable right now.
let us dance in the sun, wearing wild flowers in our hair
Oliver
