Her expression is not one he's ever seen on her face, and probably not one he'll ever see again. Blank as usual, but with the difference that she's finally stopped smiling.
At this point it may become apparent the smile never managed to reach her eyes anyway.
If she could take the hatred she's bottled up inside for eighteen years, and turn it to murderous intent, she'd have enough to keep them both going for years. It wouldn't take much. Pour all of her anger and her resentment, every ounce of negativity into snapping his neck quickly, before he can expect it. Or stabbing him, or killing him with the magic she's been fiddling with --]
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Her expression is not one he's ever seen on her face, and probably not one he'll ever see again. Blank as usual, but with the difference that she's finally stopped smiling.
At this point it may become apparent the smile never managed to reach her eyes anyway.
If she could take the hatred she's bottled up inside for eighteen years, and turn it to murderous intent, she'd have enough to keep them both going for years. It wouldn't take much. Pour all of her anger and her resentment, every ounce of negativity into snapping his neck quickly, before he can expect it. Or stabbing him, or killing him with the magic she's been fiddling with --]