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[ elena simply watches as alaric lets some of his aggravation out and it's pretty cathartic. all things she kind of wishes would happen, "eat me" excluded. maybe she'd like to say that to veridical too, however.
the laugh and the snide comment only embitters her further. her hand still rests on alaric's arm, and she's but a moment from walking away and taking ric with her. but of course.
that gives her some pause, a blinking of her lashes. what gives you the right to that gall, you self-important toaster. ] I'm not sure our unpleasantness is the problem. [ no, it's yours, v. she looks up at ric, and yeah the whole disconcerting reaction to that license reference is in her eyes. ] Let's go.