“Oh, shit,” Severin murmured, the words mixed with the closest thing to an apology that Severin could muster. At least, that’s what it would have been left at if it was just anyone. But it wasn’t. This was Rebecca. “Well. You always knew I was a classy gentleman,” Severin finally decided on saying, but he knew she wasn’t exactly pleased.
He didn’t put out his cigarette only because she was right; it was the only source of light. He breathed out another ghost, exhuming stress. “I wasn’t hiding. Not really. I enjoy being in dark, shady alleys where I could easily be jumped and killed. I thought we could have our next date in an alley; I was scoping them out for you. See? Gentleman.” Severin smirked and walked over to her, easily looping an arm around her waist and walking with her to the mouth of the alley, back into the light where the day walkers dwelled.
“Oh!” She exclaimed with an over the top, feigning swoon. “You are such the romantic, Severin Moran. I just fail to understand how previous partners of yours never jumped at any chance to agree to marry you.” The sarcasm, of course, wasn’t lost from Rebecca’s tone. It never would be as long as she stood in his company and at this point, it was nearly a second romantic language for the pair.
Her nose pressed against Sev’s side and into the fabric of his shirt as his arm wound around her waist. There was the familiar scent; the one she had grown a sense of comfort from, the one she curled up with nearly every night. Rebecca blinked as they stepped back into the lights, letting her sight readjust to the surroundings. She craned her neck upwards and pressed a kiss to the corner of his jaw, leaving her trademark shade of red lipstick against his skin.
Smoking was a bad habit, but not the worst that he sustained. In fact, it was a hell of a lot more tame than most of his indulgences. The tang of the nicotine stung his lungs, enough that he could feel it. Or maybe it was the overwhelming feeling that he was being watched that stung more than the cancer stick. Ever the professional, Severin remained calm.
For about five more seconds.
“Who the fuck is there?” Severin sneered, turning around to try and spot whoever it was, the smoke from his cigarette following him like a ghost. Granted, he should have expected someone would have been there in the first place. He was in an alley, one of the most safest and non suspicious places to be.
“I’m always just elated to know you’re so capable to keeping your manners to you,” Rebecca chattered back as she stepped closer into what little light seemed to be offered. Most of it steaming from the tipped of orange glow that followed Severin in the enveloping dark between the two buildings.
Arms crossed and heels positioned in just ways to avoid the puddles of rain that scattered across the pavement. Her fingers curled, pulling her coat tighter around herself against the now non-existent wind. “You know, becoming the brightest source of light in a dark alley does defeat the purpose of hiding in said alley.”