As Ezekiel ascended toward the servants’ quarters, he filled with an exhilaration he’d not experienced in some time. It wasn’t fear—he couldn’t recall ever having been plagued by that emotion, even as a younker in Virginia—but an airiness in his stomach, birthed by the anticipation of something he’d always had a taste for, and still did. It reminded him of the rough old days, helling around with the boys. In all honesty, he had to own up to missing aspects of his former self. Much as he loved Gloria and his life with her, he couldn’t recall the last time he’d felt this alive.
You can’t deny your true nature, I suppose, the things that make your heart race and your Brian tick will always do so, even if you’ve reformed yourself, they’ll still have an appeal like no other, unless if linked to some kind of traumatic experience, I guess.
