Cradling the gouged-out eyeball in one palm and the responsible bloodied knife loosely held in her other, Mabelle enjoyed the brief moment of stunned inaction to admire her handiwork. Panting softly with excitement, Mabelle watched the progression of his expression changing from one of confusion to pain. The dark emptiness of his socket and the heavily dripping trail of blood down his face jolted her with the reality of what she had done, that there was no possible way to take it back now. She hadn't planned anything beyond that moment, hadn't even anticipated what his response to her declaration of love would be, although she wasn't optimistic enough to hope for any doting words in return. Not from him.
Ready to continue where they had left off, slowly going in for another kiss that never quite connected, she was not expecting the reactionary push and the sudden loss of his feet from under her own as he quickly backed away. Still on the tips of her toes, Mabelle tried to catch her footing, but the combination of wobbling heels and the lingering tipsiness from the alcohol was enough for her to completely lose balance, ankle twisting awkwardly and bringing her hard against the floor with the merest gasp of surprise.
"I," Mabelle began automatically in response, although no further explanation was immediately forthcoming. Hadn't she already said? Wasn't what she had done obvious? Not understanding, Mabelle uncurled her fingers from around his eye and held it up in silent presentation. "I love you," she repeated predatorily, still determined to get her point across.