It was dumb luck really. Finding the circus so quickly after landing in Moscow. It was the perfect hideout and he could only hope those that searched for him, would never find him behind the walls of the all too secretive place. Though he knew he would have to make contingency plans should that ever happen. But first he needed to acclimate himself with his new surroundings. And that required him to start his new job.
Never in a million years would he have imagined that his new job would have been so interesting. Being a bouncer or security — whatever they wanted to call it — didn’t seem like too hard of a task. Or really too far fetched given his circumstances. He envisioned tossing out overzealous drunk guys at this place. But he never envisioned hallucinations.
He hadn’t been paying much mind to the dancers. Just glancing to the stage now and then to make sure everything remained kosher. It was in one of those glances that he swore he was losing his mind. Her long dark locks attracted his attention first. He had a slight weak spot for things that reminded him of the past. Nostalgia if one would... but there was a line between being nostalgic and losing his mind completely. There was no way it could be her. It was impossible. Wasn’t it?
She didn’t look as though she had aged a day at all since he last saw her. Which at first seemed insane and made him think that he was in fact losing his mind. But then he grew concerned. After all. Look at him now. While he had aged it was no where close to where he should be. But that was due to what he had become, which made him worry about what she had become.
After her exit from the stage, Ezra took a deep breath and made his rounds about the room. He hoped to clear his head to shake the fog that appeared within him but as he made his way back to the bar the fog seemed to want to overtake him completely. She stood there, eyes searching, black silk covering skin that had been exposed just moments before. That searching look with her eyes confirmed his suspicions and he took a deep breath before closing the gap between them with a few long steps.
“Either this place is really good at illusions or I’m seeing a ghost...” His voice came out huskier than he had expected. Long silences on his part tended to do that to him. But nevertheless, he extended a hand, carefully tracing the edge of her arm, not quite making physical contact.