#ebonycrowned

she wasn’t supposed to be home yet. she wasn’t supposed to be home yet. busy hands cease their actions as he glances up to the woman who enters his home. their home. he’s clad in a golden suit, very much alike the hero black panther’s own, only without the mask. said mask lays on the table before him, slight tear having preoccupied his attention prior to her walking in. he should’ve heard her. smelled her, but he had been so invested in his actions that he had failed to use his heightened senses to detect her. he sighs. this could go one of two ways, he supposes. ❝ you’re home early. ❞ fake new york accent has been ditched, replaced by his native wakandan one instead. no sense in hiding any longer, after all.

she’s been silent for what feels like hours now, alex gently chewing on the inside of his cheek as he looks her over. he knows better than to push her of all people, and yet. ❝ you know you can talk to me, right? ❞