SPOILER!!: I don't think she has ever felt so conflicted in her life #thanksEzra #thanksforthefeels
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Sararara And cue the eyebrow raise. Again. So she HAD missed him? What was she playing at? Leaving and then missing him? That had to be against the rules. And if there were no rules he would WRITE the rules and that would most definitely 100% be against the rules. Ezra ran a finger over the edge of his glasses as he pondered a worthy response. Tiffany had made him wait weeks before she even acknowledged him, she could wait a moment for him to say something. But what to SAY was the real issue. The truth? That he thought of her all the time in terms of every bloody aspect of his life?That their last interaction hung over him like a dark cloud blocking out any thoughts of moving on? No. But he couldn't bring himself to pretend he didn't care. Because Ezra Bellamy cared about Tiffany Price and there was really no denying it. And Ezra Bellamy did not lie. Deciding there was really no use in brooding, Ezra let an easy smile take over his face as he gave his glasses one last nudge and shifted slightly forward in his chair. "As much as I've missed you? My, my Tiffany, didn't you know?" His throat constricted slightly as he said her name, but he continued as if nothing had happened. Not like saying her name made his chest feel like it was being stepped on by one of her aggravatingly stylish stiletto heels or anything. PFT nah. Ahem, where was he? Oh yes."How much I have missed you is simply immeasurable." He gave her a dazzling smile but didn't break eye contact. He felt as if his eyes were searching hers for a response, digging past the perfectly made-up face for some kind of confirmation that she felt the same. So she missed him, yeah. He'd miss himself if he had been away from him for that long, but it mean anything? Could it mean something? Please. MERLIN, he had to stop begging, it was getting downright pathetic. He could blame that on her too.
Ezra watched her pause before answering, running his hand along his clean-shaven jaw, wondering, or hoping rather, that it was just the difficulty of her position that lead to all the avoiding and ignoring. Maybe it was just...work things. Maybe they still had a chance. Whatever they even were. "Good thing they've got you on the job, then." He gave her a soft smile before waving her question away. "Oh, the media I can deal with. There are much more pressing situations to maneuver besides them" AKA YOU. Game or no game, Tiffany should at least know a little of the pain she'd caused him. Her fault, remember? Not his. Never his.
His own smile broke as he watched her facade begin to fray around the edges. Was that sadness he saw? Vulnerability? There was no triumph in Ezra's expression as he pushed himself slowly from his chair and pulled down his sleeves and faced her head on. Just melancholy. "I'm sorry to hear that." It came out as almost a whisper. He bit his lip and took a step closer before, LEAVE? WHAT? She had come here and brought all his blasted emotions that he had tried so hard to pretend didn't exist so she could just LEAVE? "Noo!" His voice cracked as he said it, sounding more strangled than desperate. In a single swift stride he was standing beside her, wishing he could take her hand but too fearful of the feeling of her skin to execute it. Ezra's hand strayed to the velvet cuff of his jacket as he stood there, just looking at her. "Please, don't go."[/COLOR]
Tiffany Price noticed the eyebrow arching… But that didn’t mean she was going to acknowledge it. Yes, okay she definitely did imply that she missed him. But.. But she wasn’t supposed to and it was a complete screwup on her part. So ignoring that it ever happened. She continued to let her weight press against the wall, caring not to hold herself up at the moment because for some reason… There was always something about talking to Ezra that made her feel weak in the knees. Not to mention fuzzy in the head too. And fluttery in the stomach. Merlin, what was going on? Was she getting ill? No. Couldn’t be. Tiffany Price never fell ill. And what the heck was taking him so long to— Wait what? His response CLEARLY caught her COMPLETELY off guard. That’s when Tiffany found herself doing something else that she just DIDN’T do. Blush. That’s right, and it wasn’t just the hue of her mac makeup, this was a different sort of pink.
”Oh, you, you did miss me then?”…. That was SO NOT what she was supposed to say. But she couldn’t take it back now. She was just caught off guard, okay? And how come the fact that he missed her… How come it made her heart soar? Huh? HOW COME?? No. She was doing it again, the self doubt. And then he just, immeasurable? Well, it was a real good thing that she had the wall because if that wasn’t here… Anyways.
Immeasurable? Again, caught off guard— slightly— the brunette couldn’t help the smile that made it across her face. Not even just a regular soft smile that she gave people when she was forcing herself to. This one was genuine, with the pearly whites showing and everything. But as soon as she caught herself, she stopped it. She had to say something quick. Something witty. Something that wouldn’t make her look like an utter fool. She was losing again.
”If you missed me so much, then how come you never bothered to come and talk to me?” See, his fault really. And though she didn’t truly believe this at all, she narrowed her eyes slightly in effect. So yes she was angry, but more than anything angry at herself. She didn’t make an effort to talk to him either.
”More pressing situations?” this, though, this caught her interest and she even found herself leaning towards him.
”What could possibly be more pressing than ministry elections? Maybe I ought to watch you work some time… Be a judge of that myself?” She lifted a playful brow in return and— WAIT. This is exactly what she was trying to stop. Yet another point to prove that this whole ‘avoiding Ezra’ thing was failing miserably. She did not have feelings for him. She did not. And he more she repeated this, she’d believe it. Did not. Did not. Did not. Did—
So.
And this was exactly why she had to leave, sweet Circe. Yet, something was drawing her back and it didn’t even have to do with his cry against her movement. Okay, it had a little to do with that.
That was a test Ezra Bellamy. And you. Just.
Passed. Letting some relief flood into her eyes, Tiffany let her shoulders relax a bit. She was going to have to leave. This wasn’t good. She did not have feelings for him. She did not. Did not. Did not. Did—
”Well, I do have so much work to keep up with,”— not. Did—
”But, I guess I can hold off on that for a bit, besides.. You’re far more interesting than the new candidates,”— so. What was she doing? Going against every fiber of her mind that told her to go back to her desk. Going against any past judgement she had ever made. Doing exactly what she ought not to do. Doing what she wanted to do.
”After all, it has been a while.”