Dance with the waves, move with the sea,
Thal leans forward to prop her head on her hand. "Their lossth." The sincerity in her gaze is for the people who wouldn't get a chance to feel the prick of his teeth against their heated skin, to toe that line between pleasure and pain. She feels the sharpness of her own fangs in a mischievous grin, knowing that she's seduced more than a handful of men with a well-placed bite on their earlobe, along their neck, the palm of their hand. It's a wonderful tool that's served her well in her few years as an Ancient. People just had to be open to embracing the possibilities.
As she fills her glass, she watches Asta transform before her eyes to test the mirror. He still feels intimidating, but without the same edge as before. He almost looks... normal, in a way that unsettles her. She shivers, letting out a laugh that says more than her words. "Definitely not." Her head shakes, letting her own glamour fall into place so he might know what it feels like to see such an uncanny shift in appearance. The waves of her hair settle voluminously against her head, somehow looking wilder and more elegant without the juxtaposition of her curving horns. As the fangs vanish, her face softens to something more 'innocent' and 'pretty,' a glimpse into the mermaid that had once held her name. Even her blue eyes trade their fiery depths for crashing waves, swirling playfully. A completely different person sits in the chair across from Astaroth, a different life.
Just as quickly, the glamour falls away, the steely sharpness of her features returning as she nonchalantly sips from her glass. "Doesth it sthow you anything? Like a memory? Or the future? Or a desthire?" Honestly, anything seems possible when it comes to magical items, and she doesn't have enough experience with them to have any clue what it might do. For all the knows, it could just be a regular mirror.
As she fills her glass, she watches Asta transform before her eyes to test the mirror. He still feels intimidating, but without the same edge as before. He almost looks... normal, in a way that unsettles her. She shivers, letting out a laugh that says more than her words. "Definitely not." Her head shakes, letting her own glamour fall into place so he might know what it feels like to see such an uncanny shift in appearance. The waves of her hair settle voluminously against her head, somehow looking wilder and more elegant without the juxtaposition of her curving horns. As the fangs vanish, her face softens to something more 'innocent' and 'pretty,' a glimpse into the mermaid that had once held her name. Even her blue eyes trade their fiery depths for crashing waves, swirling playfully. A completely different person sits in the chair across from Astaroth, a different life.
Just as quickly, the glamour falls away, the steely sharpness of her features returning as she nonchalantly sips from her glass. "Doesth it sthow you anything? Like a memory? Or the future? Or a desthire?" Honestly, anything seems possible when it comes to magical items, and she doesn't have enough experience with them to have any clue what it might do. For all the knows, it could just be a regular mirror.
Thalassa
let the rhythm of the water set your soul free.
