Some people have an identity.
Words and thoughts collided in her mind like explosive fireworks, casting red stars across her vision. As her breaths quickened, things went out of focus, pulling away from her before she had a chance to grasp them. A growl of frustration and exasperation started low in her chest, overwhelming any anxiety along with the logic. When a voice came from next to her, Thal whipped her head around, fangs bared and reaching for her dagger, ready to unleash chaos just to escape the feelings storming within.
And yet there stood Tal's familiar face, riddled with concern. For her.
Embarrassment and regret doused her rage to a simmering boil. Her face fell slack, but her eyebrows stayed knit together in a scowl and her breathing didn't slow, coming out in quick puffs. Tal may have helped her once, and he may have earned her respect enough to escape her current wrath, yet that didn't mean she had a sudden desire to open her heart to him. If anything, him seeing her in this state turned her heart to cold stone.
Gritting her teeth, she spun on her heels to leave the alleyway. The movement jostled a thought from the tumultuous waves of her mind, causing her to pause the brisk exit. Dipping her head low, her voice came out dangerously soft. "If Maea's not dead, tell her to find me." To anyone who might not know her, it would sound like a threat, but Tal might pick up on the exhaustion and desperation in her tone.
And yet there stood Tal's familiar face, riddled with concern. For her.
Embarrassment and regret doused her rage to a simmering boil. Her face fell slack, but her eyebrows stayed knit together in a scowl and her breathing didn't slow, coming out in quick puffs. Tal may have helped her once, and he may have earned her respect enough to escape her current wrath, yet that didn't mean she had a sudden desire to open her heart to him. If anything, him seeing her in this state turned her heart to cold stone.
Gritting her teeth, she spun on her heels to leave the alleyway. The movement jostled a thought from the tumultuous waves of her mind, causing her to pause the brisk exit. Dipping her head low, her voice came out dangerously soft. "If Maea's not dead, tell her to find me." To anyone who might not know her, it would sound like a threat, but Tal might pick up on the exhaustion and desperation in her tone.
I have an alibi.
I have a shadow self.
I have a shadow self.
Thalassa
