[ she hates that smirk. that shit-eating smirk. she wants to tear it off his face, fill the recesses with her Horrorterrors and watch him choke on their nightmares.

but for now, she just rolls her eyes, lounging back on the couch again, practically laying on it as if it is her throne. ]

And suddenly I am filled with excitement at the possibility of certain mortal folk falling off the face of the Earth and the rest of my days only holding silence for me.

[ she takes a breath and then: ]

You can stop this, Eridan.