"The who?" Ellie asks, tilting her head at Abby, but quickly letting it go. There were times when old-world references flew over her head, and she'd never understood the whole vampire thing.
Instead she rolls her eyes, then indicates her outfit, which after being pulled back in place shows a very clear and obvious blood seepage and cut from where the knife slashed her open.
"This could have been from stabbing you," she insists.
"The- Mina Harper." Not letting it go. "Dracula?" Ellie's obviously ignorant to what she's talking about, no matter how hard Abby squints at her for it. She sighs, "Why has nobody here read that book?"
And what's the point in making really funny references if nobody gets them...
Whatever. Ellie's suggestion gets a raised eyebrow, half a laugh. "It could have been from missing me, and falling on your own knife."
Later, she'll think about how good it felt for Ellie to say no one back home like that, off the cuff, like they're that familiar with each other. She's grinning as she wrings out the cloth, but it twists into exasperation as she follows the gesture down to-
"Oh goddamnit-" not her pants. She swats at the stain uselessly, huffing, and gives Ellie a rueful look. Her gaze lingers for a moment too long. Or, it feels like that anyway.
Fuck.
No matter how she spins this inside of her own head it's weird. Right? She opens her mouth, realises she doesn't know what to say, and stuffs the damp cloth into her pocket.
"I'm- gonna go change." There. An escape for the both of them.
Ellie snickers under her breath, lets the edge of a smile sneak out at the look on Abby's face. She'll hate herself later for it, but in the moment, it feels good to just be human for a second. The let this linger in the air until they both have to come down, and remember who they are.
It's uncomfortable to realize that they would've liked each other.
Maybe they even would've been friends.
The smile fades from both of their faces at about the same time, and Ellie feels another twinge, confines her response to a nod.
"Yeah, me too. After you."
An awkward pause. Ellie's shit is still in the room.
Oh god she said bye and now they're walking in the same direction
Abby holds in place for a moment but she can't figure out what exactly she's waiting for... something else to happen? A lot has happened this evening already. She wants a bath, she thinks, she might- go back to the room and get her shit, leave it empty for Ellie to come back to. Go stew in some hot water.
She turns to go, and hopes very hard that Ellie will take the hint and give her a good head start. Even though it wasn't the worst interaction they've ever had, far from it.
Probably one of the best, actually. Up there with the conversation by the fire anyway.
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Instead she rolls her eyes, then indicates her outfit, which after being pulled back in place shows a very clear and obvious blood seepage and cut from where the knife slashed her open.
"This could have been from stabbing you," she insists.
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And what's the point in making really funny references if nobody gets them...
Whatever. Ellie's suggestion gets a raised eyebrow, half a laugh. "It could have been from missing me, and falling on your own knife."
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But she laughs again, and this time it doesn't twist Ellie up in knots.
"Then how're we gonna explain where you sat in it?"
She gestures.
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Later, she'll think about how good it felt for Ellie to say no one back home like that, off the cuff, like they're that familiar with each other. She's grinning as she wrings out the cloth, but it twists into exasperation as she follows the gesture down to-
"Oh goddamnit-" not her pants. She swats at the stain uselessly, huffing, and gives Ellie a rueful look. Her gaze lingers for a moment too long. Or, it feels like that anyway.
Fuck.
No matter how she spins this inside of her own head it's weird. Right? She opens her mouth, realises she doesn't know what to say, and stuffs the damp cloth into her pocket.
"I'm- gonna go change." There. An escape for the both of them.
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It's uncomfortable to realize that they would've liked each other.
Maybe they even would've been friends.
The smile fades from both of their faces at about the same time, and Ellie feels another twinge, confines her response to a nod.
"Yeah, me too. After you."
An awkward pause. Ellie's shit is still in the room.
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Abby holds in place for a moment but she can't figure out what exactly she's waiting for... something else to happen? A lot has happened this evening already. She wants a bath, she thinks, she might- go back to the room and get her shit, leave it empty for Ellie to come back to. Go stew in some hot water.
She turns to go, and hopes very hard that Ellie will take the hint and give her a good head start. Even though it wasn't the worst interaction they've ever had, far from it.
Probably one of the best, actually. Up there with the conversation by the fire anyway.
She'll figure it out later.