[ What a pathetic little thing. It'd kill just as well as anything else if the tip found the right soft places in a body, but it's certainly not as elegant or fearsome as she is. Not that she has any place to talk about elegance right now.
Eglantine tightens its grip around the neck of the whisky bottle and unceremoniously swings it down to shatter against the edge of the bar. Alcohol bleeds down the side, filling the air heady vapors and when it points the remains of the bottle at him, the deadly jagged shards are like bared teeth. In the low light of the bar, amber sconces tracing over the edge of the glass in her unshaking hand, you can imagine just for a second how she must look with a real blade. ]
It does.
[ Matter of factly and with a smile. She tilts her head. ]
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Eglantine tightens its grip around the neck of the whisky bottle and unceremoniously swings it down to shatter against the edge of the bar. Alcohol bleeds down the side, filling the air heady vapors and when it points the remains of the bottle at him, the deadly jagged shards are like bared teeth. In the low light of the bar, amber sconces tracing over the edge of the glass in her unshaking hand, you can imagine just for a second how she must look with a real blade. ]
It does.
[ Matter of factly and with a smile. She tilts her head. ]
And you?