[ It's one of the more unflattering dresses in all of the past eras, in Elena's opinion, and while she enjoys her history lessons as much as the next person, this one ain't for her. The hood does add a bit of mystery and gives the outfit a bit of a pagan flair, but god damn. It's all of the layers that are killing it for her right now, and not in the good way.
She can't believe she's staring down at him right now, him of all people. She doesn't know what to say, mouth opening and then closing, floundering on how to answer or speak. ]
How did you— Is this where you've been all this time?
[ There's a good reason for her asking that question, breathing it out in a disbelieving voice that comes out small and uncertain, as if she can't believe what she's seeing right now— that happens to be him. Elena had looked everywhere for him, not just for him but also for Sully, and she had come up so empty-handed that she'd begun to panic thinking terrible, dangerous thoughts after seeing Nate struggle against the drug that had been injected into him by the dart.
She'd never seen him so afraid, so out of control and unable to stop himself from lashing out at them. And then when he'd run away from them into the narrow alleyways...
It takes some maneuvering of the skirts before she can lower herself down to his side. Elena's afraid to touch him, still staring. ]
HUSBANDCIDE??
She can't believe she's staring down at him right now, him of all people. She doesn't know what to say, mouth opening and then closing, floundering on how to answer or speak. ]
How did you— Is this where you've been all this time?
[ There's a good reason for her asking that question, breathing it out in a disbelieving voice that comes out small and uncertain, as if she can't believe what she's seeing right now— that happens to be him. Elena had looked everywhere for him, not just for him but also for Sully, and she had come up so empty-handed that she'd begun to panic thinking terrible, dangerous thoughts after seeing Nate struggle against the drug that had been injected into him by the dart.
She'd never seen him so afraid, so out of control and unable to stop himself from lashing out at them. And then when he'd run away from them into the narrow alleyways...
It takes some maneuvering of the skirts before she can lower herself down to his side. Elena's afraid to touch him, still staring. ]
Where did I hit? You all right?