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Apr 19, 2018 10:46:06 GMT
Post by Nu on Apr 19, 2018 10:46:06 GMT
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we were sad of getting old
it made us restless
Ezra had always felt this pit in his stomach that never seemed to go away. He had a rough go of his childhood, being bounced around in the foster system, before he was adopted by Helena and George Walker who needed an heir to their conglomerate. Ezra didn't know exactly what made them adopt him and teach him everything they knew about the industry they were titans of but until now, he couldn't even begin to thank them for everything they did for him. But he still wasn't any closer to filling the pit as when he first felt it.
It was when he was twenty-one that his adopted father told him that he had a brother. Ezra still wondered why it took them so long to tell him but he never questioned them because he blindly believed and loved them after what they had given him his entire life. Ezra tried to find his brother after being told of his existence but he found out that his brother had grown out of the system. They had no record of him after his eighteenth birthday.
Ezra didn't have the full resources to do a more thorough search for his brother so he concentrated on his education and then his career in his adopted father's company where he met his best friend and now partner. Ezra led a charmed life and now, as a CEO, he understood that his life would have been much different had he not lucked out with his parents.
It was only recently that he managed to finally pool his and his partner's resources to find his brother. Which was why he was looking up at the building of Damian's last known address, wondering if he should actually go up and knock on his door.
"You're an adult, Ezra." He told himself. "Act like one."
it made me reckless
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Sept 17, 2019 4:43:32 GMT
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Apr 19, 2018 15:58:40 GMT
Post by Trix on Apr 19, 2018 15:58:40 GMT
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Battle Scars
Don't look like they're fading
Childhood stuff was basically the last thing that Damian ever thought about. He had a strict rule about not discussing it which went for both his housemate and even his best friend. Hunter probably knew the most about his situation after many drunk nights where he'd spout off his life story because nothing was holding him back. He always just hoped that Hunter forgot about it the next day like he often did. There was nothing good that he liked to think back on. He'd been tossed from home to home like he was nothing, never landing in one home for longer than a month. His big break from it all came when he manifested, which landed him at the school and he stayed there for as long as he was allowed. No holidays, no breaks, he just avoided them all as best he could.
After his manifestation, Damian had started having elaborate dreams that seemed so sickeningly real that it messed with his psyche. He dreamed about a family which seemed obvious since he always wished for one. He had parents, grandparents and an older brother that taught him the ropes. When he woke from the dreams, it always put him in a particularly bad mood. He was harsher, more of a smart ass than usual and typically liked to set something on fire after. The dreams were later replaced with nightmares after he joined the military, but every now and again they would resurface and spur his bad mood again. It didn't seem fair that his brain could conjure up something so perfect and rip it away in the matter of a few hours.
It had been months since the last one, over his deployment. He figured it was nice that he at least got to shoot something while he was pissed off, but since then he hadn't thought much about it. He was keeping as busy as he could. Lena kept him busy at their flat, he kept busy with work and staying in shape for the inevitable next deployment and the cycle just went on the same. While Lena was off doing her own thing, he'd been off at the gym. When he pulled into the lot, he noticed some random just standing and staring at his building. Damian put his truck in park and stepped out, glancing around to see if he was missing something. "You lost, dude?"
Don't look like they're ever going away
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Apr 20, 2018 14:54:12 GMT
Post by Nu on Apr 20, 2018 14:54:12 GMT
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we were sad of getting old
it made us restless
Ezra was still staring up at the building when he heard a male voice from the side. He tilted his head to the side without actually looking at them before responding. "Surprisingly no. I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be." He cleared his throat before turning to greet the man.
When he saw who it was, Ezra froze for a second before sliding his phone into his pocket, shielding the other man from his own face on the screen.
The world seemed to not have time for his uncertainty, it seemed, bringing the man he was planning on meeting to him. Now, the problem lay in the fact that Ezra had no clue how to start the conversation. He looked at Damian, seeing certain features he shared with him. Like his nose and his eyes. He bore a striking resemblance to the man Ezra knew to be their late father through criminal records.
He realised he was staring a little too long and cleared his throat, holding his hand out. "You're...Damian Oliver, right?"
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Apr 21, 2018 3:42:13 GMT
Post by Trix on Apr 21, 2018 3:42:13 GMT
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Battle Scars
Don't look like they're fading
There was something about this guy that made Damian give him a once over. Of course, he was generally a judgmental person, but the guy standing there mysteriously in front of the building with no apparent reasoning had judgment coming. He was basically asking for it. And the way he spoke made Damian want to gag. Businessmen made him cringe.
As the man in front of him pocketed his phone again, Damian's eyebrow arched and he nodded, "Okay, well, hope ya find what ya need, bud." He'd gone to move out of the way, but the way the man was staring made him stop. If he needed to fight somebody, then, best to be ready. His arms folded across his chest and he looked back levelly. He didn't see resemblances, mostly because he wasn't looking. The guy was a complete stranger. For all he knew, he could have been some kind of terrorist or something.
He held his hand out and Damian stared at it, "Uh, I am. Kinda worries me when people that I don't know somehow know me. Did I sleep with your sister or something? Look dude, I'm only about that consensual sex thing. And I promised I'd call, but my phone broke and, well, lost her number. You'll pass the message along for me right? I bet she's a catch." Damian honestly couldn't even remember sleeping with anyone that wasn't Lena since he'd been back. Then again, he'd been pretty plastered the last few nights.
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