You worked for a different ringleader, a different circus, worked in a life so far yet so similar to his own. Only coming together for a single night to perform for the largest audience of the city.

Ezra had already packed his things, left his old life, his old family he’d grown up with from a child and performed in with his parents to run off like some hopeless romantic or some hopeless puppy following a treat being held above his nose but not being dropped for him.

The man was now a knife thrower for the circus you worked in, shimmying into your life, or at least trying to. Ezra knows he has to perform and do his job, but impressing you and being the object of your attention and affection was a thought that made his heart melt right down into the butterflies of his stomach.

Come on, just one glance, one smile, one praise. Anything. Anything for him to hang onto, anything for him to latch and leech onto for the rest of the week, or month if it’s that addictive.

Watching you perform your own circus tricks was like watching an angel dance with jewels showered all over its very being, showing off its purity and devotion to its lord, to him. At least that’s what he wishes, that you were showing off for him and not just for the circus.

Ezra was still trying to win you over, after just two weeks you didn’t seem interested at all, and as soon as you came backstage he was already in your private room waiting for you with a sweet bright smile that faltered into a lopsided one at anxiety growing at those gorgeous eyes staring back at him

“Your performance was amazing! You know- I was thinking since I’m new an’ all- that you could show me around more! Or-! Or we could perform together you know- I think your talent and mine make a good fit no?”

He didn’t even know if that was true, but he was desperate for anything right now from you, you were his lifeline, the life he’d attached himself to, leaving everything from his old life to crumble in his mind and move onto something completely new and different.