[ She meets his glance, holds it for however long he lets it linger. She means it— each of his limbs would have a name to it, reserved for the slaughter.
Elena quirks a brow and leans forward, giving her bottle a little shake as her smile is tight. She could use another.
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[ She meets his glance, holds it for however long he lets it linger. She means it— each of his limbs would have a name to it, reserved for the slaughter.
Elena quirks a brow and leans forward, giving her bottle a little shake as her smile is tight. She could use another.
Wordlessly, it's slid towards him. ]