Ezra was asleep on his bed, his eyes shut peacefully as he relaxed. He looked ethereal as he rested, his hair framing his face prettily. His chest rose and fell slowly, and for once, the sorrow and pain on his face seemed to disappear. However, when he heard Aces enter the room, he sat up slowly and smile a little bit. "How was your bath?" He asked gently. He walks to the other side of his bed and removes the suitcase, as well as some extra clothes. "Knowing the maids, they probably didn't take you seriously. I have some clothes that would be a little more fitting." He chuckles warmly.
“Yes, a shirt would be nice.” he said, trying to cover up his chest with the towel, a little desperate. Ezra couldn’t see him like this, he couldn’t know, even if with his hips and thin but muscled legs it became all the more obvious.
He hands the other the clothing and then turns his back. Despite them being both men, he just found it more respectful. "I have a gift for you." He mutters quietly. He settles onto his bed and grabs the suitcase from before unlocking it carefully. He over looks it. "I had a close friend of mine craft it." He murmured quietly. Despite them not being a thing. Ezra was still going to shower the other in gifts because that was expected.
(What is the extent of magic in this world by the way?)
(Honestly magic is just. A thing. It happens. Like, technically anything can happen it just depends on the level of power the user has.)
“What is it?” Aces asked, after gratefully pulling on the loose pants and tunic the other man offered. He looked at the briefcase, tilting his head in suspicion. In the army, he was raised to assume everything was a trap set by the Dark Kingdoms, something that came in handy more often than not.
He waited for the other to finish getting dressed, his eyes soft as he waited. "I have a friend who is a talented magic user. I asked her for something… I uh-" He cleared his throat. When was the last time he had given someone a gift? He couldn't remember. He had never loved anyone. He slowly opened the briefcase. Inside was a prosthetic. "You can use it if you wish. It's magic so it will grow to whatever height you need it to be and comfortable. I just wasn't sure if you liked using the crutch or not…" He inhaled softly. "I'm not good at gifts, so if this displeases you I can return it…"
“Does it walk well? I really only have a stub of leg to go on, after all. They couldn’t even save my damn knee, which was something of a shame, but you can’t change the past.” he shrugged, fitting the prosthetic on. It immediately grafted onto his leg, and felt just like any leg should, but made of gold and gilded with a strange, swirling substance that shimmered in the light.
He nods slowly. "It adapts to whatever you're doing. It's magic after all." He laughs quietly and watches as the other put on the prosthetic. He waited quietly and smiled softly as he waited. "It should adjust to your body and how you walk, so…" He smiled a little. "Do you like it?" he asks curiously. He just wanted to make sure that the prosthetic was pleasing enough. He inhaled quietly and adjusts his hair.
Aces smiled, embracing the other man. “It’s perfect, thank you.” he said, standing and wobbling about but being able to easily regain his balance. “This will certainly take some getting used to,” he chuckled faintly.
He startles a little bit when he was hugged, smiling and hugging him back gently. He nods and stands close, offering support to the other if he needed it. "I'm glad you like it." His smile was warm, filled with affection. "Shall we head over to the meeting?" He asks curiously, offering his arm to the other.
(Whoopsie! I thought I posted already but clearly not lmao)
“That sounds alright in my mind, but I dearly hope that your council will take well to me being present. As well as the whole, well, vampire thing, most people get a bit… freaked out by that.” he said, moving away from the other man.
