Thalassa
Too intoxicated to be scared
She hid the small smirk that tugged at her lips, knowing that she had him hooked from the subtle way he perked up when he asked his question. He'd have to work harder to find out what Maea had said (and how little), but Thal nodded her head, reconfirming that she had spoken about him.
As for whether she wanted to be friends again... it was a complicated question that was simplified by the current state of her thoughts. When she spoke, there wasn't any softness in her eyes or longing looks to the distance, there wasn't any lingering emotion that made her regret what she'd done on her ship or how she'd chosen not to give her another chance, there wasn't any uncertainty. "Part of me does," her voice was flat, factual without the pain that had laced the wound before it was shielded by purple gauze, "but Maea likes to see things through her lens, justifying her actions and twisting mine in ways that hurt - that make me feel like a terrible person and an even worse friend."
Thal looked to Liam, choosing to be honest with him out of their shared allegiance and a hope that he might understand why she may not be as inclined to go out of her way to reconnect what they'd once had. He deserved to know if he was going to get in the middle of it, so she leveled her blue gaze on him, as still as the ocean after years of storms. "I'm not sure I'm willing to put up with that anymore." To be tugged left and right, to feel like a fool, to let it drain her like it once had.
She gave an uncaring shrug, lifting her hands to run her fingers through her wet locks, subconsciously working her way around the dark horns that sprouted there. "I miss what we used to be." Close, carefree, companionable. It was a genuine admission, even if it didn't hold the same weight or hopeful tone that he might have wanted.
Regardless, a teasing tone worked its way forward, a curling of her lips that suggested mischief. "But what do you want, Liam? Do you want to be Maea's 'friend'" she tilted her head, "or more?" There was something suspiciously feline in her gaze, like a confident predator that knew all too well where the prey would land before she pounced.
As for whether she wanted to be friends again... it was a complicated question that was simplified by the current state of her thoughts. When she spoke, there wasn't any softness in her eyes or longing looks to the distance, there wasn't any lingering emotion that made her regret what she'd done on her ship or how she'd chosen not to give her another chance, there wasn't any uncertainty. "Part of me does," her voice was flat, factual without the pain that had laced the wound before it was shielded by purple gauze, "but Maea likes to see things through her lens, justifying her actions and twisting mine in ways that hurt - that make me feel like a terrible person and an even worse friend."
Thal looked to Liam, choosing to be honest with him out of their shared allegiance and a hope that he might understand why she may not be as inclined to go out of her way to reconnect what they'd once had. He deserved to know if he was going to get in the middle of it, so she leveled her blue gaze on him, as still as the ocean after years of storms. "I'm not sure I'm willing to put up with that anymore." To be tugged left and right, to feel like a fool, to let it drain her like it once had.
She gave an uncaring shrug, lifting her hands to run her fingers through her wet locks, subconsciously working her way around the dark horns that sprouted there. "I miss what we used to be." Close, carefree, companionable. It was a genuine admission, even if it didn't hold the same weight or hopeful tone that he might have wanted.
Regardless, a teasing tone worked its way forward, a curling of her lips that suggested mischief. "But what do you want, Liam? Do you want to be Maea's 'friend'" she tilted her head, "or more?" There was something suspiciously feline in her gaze, like a confident predator that knew all too well where the prey would land before she pounced.
