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 air, caught by the breeze and drifting out the open window. It faded into the deep blue sky, streaked with soft orange hues. The view from Ezra’s room resembled a watercolor painting, colors bleeding together in the evening light. Ezra sat still, listening passively as you’s voice grew distant. His mind drifted elsewhere, the taste of tobacco fading from his awareness. Only when you nudged him did he snap back to the present.