Ravensblood Forest [M] lonely, lonely, lonely eyes

The male chose the oblivion route, denying having any understanding of what he’d done—which was probably good, considering she’d been the one to unintentionally follow him, contrary to her claim. A very audible scoff left her mouth, disbelief written all over her face. “Sure you don’t,” she sneered. “Didn’t you hear me last time when I said I’d kill you? Must not of, since you thought it was okay to follow me here.” And though she spoke of killing him, Sorina didn’t take a single step more in his direction. She remained in the exact same spot where she’d stopped, eyeing him as he stood up. It was the first time she was able to get a good look at him, not distracted this time by his gouged out eye. Perhaps she could have appreciated his appearance, had they met under bet—

—nope, there it was again, she couldn't even finish the thought.

His comment, coupled with the slight opening of the damaged eye had her stomach churning all over again. “I—You—” she struggled to find her words, for once, having to resist the urge to vomit. The events of their last encounter played through her head, the anger and shouting, followed by the insertion of her nose into his empty eye socket; the sickening squelch taunted her ears all over again, along with the stench of his bile and the warmth of his wound—she had to swallow back down the vomit that threatened to spill out her mouth. “I should take your other eye for what you did last time,” she threatened, taking a shaky step towards him and then scolding herself for it. It’s just an eye socket, it’s not that bad! she tried to tell herself, but no amount of assurance could convince her.