Thalassa
Sometimes you have to
burn yourself to the ground
burn yourself to the ground
He was more attractive than she'd been expecting, but like a pretty flower without a scent, something felt off. Despite the smirk that played on his lips, the flat, haunted look of his eyes told of a cold lack of caring. Thal found herself intrigued by his vacant emotions and she almost genuinely laughed aloud at his comment. With an empty chuckle of her own that bordered flirtatious, she said, "If that's all it takes to turn you on, I would be way too much for you to handle." The blaze of her eyes hinted at the fire humming in her veins and the depths of her carnal desires. He may be empty, but she was overflowing.
She waved her hand dismissively and scoffed. "The daggers are getting melted down anyways." Done with his 'advice' she was about to turn back to the task at hand, when he crouched to rummage through his bag. Suspicion had her keeping a tight grip on her dagger, even as he stood, the pick on the ground between them. Thal narrowed her eyes and sheathed the blade. With a flick of her foot, she flipped the tool into the air and intercepted it with easy grace. Turning it over, she examined the pick. It didn't look like anything special, but it should do the job.
Shrugging her shoulders as if she couldn't care less, she exposed her back again to pound the rock with the pick. It came away much easier, making quick work of the shining black stone. Between the slam of the metal, Thal asked, "Assuming you're not an Ancient, what are you doing out here?" She didn't want to start small talk, but she couldn't deny that he'd made her job a lot easier and a small level of curiosity had her pushing past the comforting silence.
She waved her hand dismissively and scoffed. "The daggers are getting melted down anyways." Done with his 'advice' she was about to turn back to the task at hand, when he crouched to rummage through his bag. Suspicion had her keeping a tight grip on her dagger, even as he stood, the pick on the ground between them. Thal narrowed her eyes and sheathed the blade. With a flick of her foot, she flipped the tool into the air and intercepted it with easy grace. Turning it over, she examined the pick. It didn't look like anything special, but it should do the job.
Shrugging her shoulders as if she couldn't care less, she exposed her back again to pound the rock with the pick. It came away much easier, making quick work of the shining black stone. Between the slam of the metal, Thal asked, "Assuming you're not an Ancient, what are you doing out here?" She didn't want to start small talk, but she couldn't deny that he'd made her job a lot easier and a small level of curiosity had her pushing past the comforting silence.
before you can rise
like a phoenix from the ashes.
like a phoenix from the ashes.
