Some people have an identity.
After the situation in Hak Etme, Thal didn't know what to do with herself. Maea had vanished and she didn't know if she was dead or alive. The only person she'd even thought to start calling a friend, and she was gone. And it was probably her fault. The bottle in her cabins wasn't enough to wash away the guilt eating at her heart, but it did a great job at pushing the thoughts far enough into the darkness of her soul.
Stumbling down the alleyway steps, she made her way to the outside of the Dusklight. Her hood was pulled up high, hiding the dark circles rimming her bloodshot eyes. She didn't know where the pale Ancient might be holding up, but the Dusklight had been one of her first spots to check. All for nothing. So she'd drowned herself in song, sex, and alcohol until she couldn't remember her name. But that just brought back haunted memories of waking up on a sandy beach alone. Again.
Thal placed her hand on the stone wall to keep her body upright. The numbness was dissipating, but she didn't let the worries back in. She tucked a wild strand of dark brown hair behind her ear, letting her see the mess scattered around the different booths of the black-market alley. No one had taken the time to clear the festivities of LongNight despite the weeks that had passed. She found herself kneeling down to pick up an empty bottle, her eyes barely focusing on the dark green glass. Her fingers twisted around the container, just looking for something to occupy them. Before long, her body started moving to pick up other pieces. People didn't glance her way, used to the strange behavior of nearby beggars. Thal didn't have the energy to care about their thoughts or opinions anyways. She just let the movements sweep her mind into another kind of busying numbness.
Stumbling down the alleyway steps, she made her way to the outside of the Dusklight. Her hood was pulled up high, hiding the dark circles rimming her bloodshot eyes. She didn't know where the pale Ancient might be holding up, but the Dusklight had been one of her first spots to check. All for nothing. So she'd drowned herself in song, sex, and alcohol until she couldn't remember her name. But that just brought back haunted memories of waking up on a sandy beach alone. Again.
Thal placed her hand on the stone wall to keep her body upright. The numbness was dissipating, but she didn't let the worries back in. She tucked a wild strand of dark brown hair behind her ear, letting her see the mess scattered around the different booths of the black-market alley. No one had taken the time to clear the festivities of LongNight despite the weeks that had passed. She found herself kneeling down to pick up an empty bottle, her eyes barely focusing on the dark green glass. Her fingers twisted around the container, just looking for something to occupy them. Before long, her body started moving to pick up other pieces. People didn't glance her way, used to the strange behavior of nearby beggars. Thal didn't have the energy to care about their thoughts or opinions anyways. She just let the movements sweep her mind into another kind of busying numbness.
I have an alibi.
I have a shadow self.
I have a shadow self.
Thalassa
