elena is incapable of getting to know someone and befriending them superficially. she falls in love with everyone she meets just a bit, enamored by all the little things that make them who they are. victor's genius; his love of poetry and darkness. it's not sexual, no. it transcends romance, even. but it's love. ]
No. No, it's not that.
[ it's her turn to shift now, so that her head is resting on his shoulder. ]
You get this look in your eye sometimes. I'm not sure I can describe it. [ but it scares her. ]
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elena is incapable of getting to know someone and befriending them superficially. she falls in love with everyone she meets just a bit, enamored by all the little things that make them who they are. victor's genius; his love of poetry and darkness. it's not sexual, no. it transcends romance, even. but it's love. ]
No. No, it's not that.
[ it's her turn to shift now, so that her head is resting on his shoulder. ]
You get this look in your eye sometimes. I'm not sure I can describe it. [ but it scares her. ]