@slayersurvived ♡’d
“Hey, liebling-” Ebony’s best efforts are put towards making sure the anxiety is kept from her voice, but the words come out much more strained than she wants them to. Her left hand blindly finds Dmitri’s right, their fingers winding together into an alarmingly tight grip. She’d left him to wait outside the antique shop while she went in to pick up something she’d ordered, only to come out much faster than the five minute estimate she’d given him, and with such a panicked air about her. The way she speaks to him is akin to when she would sneak over while him and Hopper were imprisoned. Her intention is to seem relaxed, unbothered, but there’s no way to hide that something is wrong from someone who has had so much time to learn how to read her. Even more damning is the way she pats down the side of her coat as she begins to pull him away and back the way they came, to ensure she still has her pistol hidden beneath it. Dmitri knows she still carries it, though he’s under the impression that it’s only because of what they went through in the prison, just to be safe.
“We need to go, my love.” she insists through a poorly fabricated smile. Something clearly happened between the moment she entered the shop and when she hurriedly came back out empty-handed only a minute later, and while she doesn’t think Dmitri foolish enough not to ask questions, she wants to put as much distance as possible between them and that person while they still can. “I’m sorry, we can come back another time.”
