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his knuckles are bloodied, again, though he doesnât look like somebody whoâs been in a FIGHT. his clothes, though dark, are unwrinkled and unstained, and his clean shaven face is as unexceptional as itâs ever been. itâs just those hands. stepping into the street outside of the leaky cauldron, a cigarette already stuck between his front teeth, itâs hard to miss the mess of them as he pulls out a lighter and struggles with it - sharp breeze as detrimental to it as how well worn the inner flint must have been, by now.Â
those hands shake something fierce, the ever present tremor in them as bad today as it were any other. theyâre bloodied, but they donât look very threatening, just then. he doesnât look very threatening, as a rough attempt to make the lighter work causes it to clatter to the concrete, and heâs forced to fold his limbs and reach for it.
he looks up before he rises and there she is : a familiar face in a familiar place. simple as. she looks exactly how she had ( and heâd think of course she did to himself, later, words accompanied by a dark chuckle ). still crouched looking up at her, nikolai doesnât even blink, doesnât even allow his expression an inch of change as he says, rather impassively, âhello, selene.âÂ
ever since she finally made it to london she spent every moment she could looking for one man. she started at the few muggle bars they used to meet at, and when the old bar tender told her he hadnât been there since she left.. she knew she would have to look high and low for him. she had nearly lost all hope, a nagging thought constantly trapped in the back of her mind that perhaps he had forgotten her. until she had gone out that evening to deliver plants to a few shops in diagon alley.Â
she smelt the blood first and it itched at the back of her throat terribly. she knew others like her, who had spent their time living among humans who were better with the smell, but she wasnât one of them. she was a beast after all, a monster. selene made her way up the alley following the smell, unsure what to expect. easy pray or maybe someone she knew. someone who could give her a clue on how to find him. Â
she certainly didnât expect it to be her nikolai crouched on the sidewalk. he looked nearly the same as when she last saw him, maybe his nose was slightly more crooked then before. but he was still just as beautiful as he had been. ânikolai.â just like him her tone was steady, she was protecting herself preparing for the string of rejection after all this time. âi smelt blood and got curious.â she allowed her eyes to glance over him more intently, it was strange to look down at him since he usually loomed over her. finally her eyes settled on his bloodied knuckles and she couldnât help her teasing smile. âi see some things never change.â
