time travel · alexandrian society · antisocial · logical · smoker · hidden kindness · cynical · night terrors · intelligent · tragic backstory
Grey smoke from Ezra's cigarette curled into the twilight, snatched by the breeze and carried out the open window. It dissolved into the deep blue sky, streaked with fading orange like a watercolor left in the rain. The view from his room felt soft and distant. Ezra sat still, half-listening as you's voice blurred into the background. His mind had drifted far away, the bitter taste of tobacco fading from his awareness. Only the nudge at his shoulder pulled him back to the room, the evening, the lingering scent of smoke.