Thalassa
In the back of my mind, I'm still overseas
The hidden grin makes her fire tease towards him threateningly, more out of jealousy than anger. Similar to Asta, Vesper seems to have no difficulties with the tongue twister, his drawling tone gliding over the syllables without an ounce of effort. She can't quite tell if he's just trying to show off or prove his earlier claim.
His words suggest the second, making her eyebrow raise in a way that accuses him as such. Although her mind does brush against sex again, Thal also thinks of music. The two melt together into a seductive dance, melodies pulsing through rhythmic bodies that synchronize beautifully in her mind. Crashing waves and flickering fires harmonize to the soft groans of sex. It certainly helps her understand the concept better, even if it's quite distracting.
This time, when she says the words, a hum underlines them like the tune to a song, punctuating each word. "Lessther leather never weathered wetter weather better." The first word still softens at the S's, but the rest flows effortlessly, like a sweet lullaby. She doesn't stop, repeating it as her gaze lingers on Vesper's own blue eyes, the phrase getting stronger until it practically sings without a single hint of a lisp. And just as suddenly as it had come, the curse departed, leaving her once more in control of her tongue, and quite eager to show it off. Running the agile muscle over her fangs like a cat preparing for a mouse, Thal grins. "Hmm. Maybe you should teach me a little more about rhythm." Not one for beating around the bush, her suggestion is about as subtle as she gets, leaning towards him with that mischievous glint in her eyes.
'Expert' was a strong word, but Thal doesn't correct him, just granting a nod of her head as she flashes a fang, too distracted to really care. If he wants to send his sister to learn from her, she won't stop him, but she also won't be responsible for any undesirable opinions or habits she develops. Pirates aren't the best role models. But they're really good at other things.
His words suggest the second, making her eyebrow raise in a way that accuses him as such. Although her mind does brush against sex again, Thal also thinks of music. The two melt together into a seductive dance, melodies pulsing through rhythmic bodies that synchronize beautifully in her mind. Crashing waves and flickering fires harmonize to the soft groans of sex. It certainly helps her understand the concept better, even if it's quite distracting.
This time, when she says the words, a hum underlines them like the tune to a song, punctuating each word. "Lessther leather never weathered wetter weather better." The first word still softens at the S's, but the rest flows effortlessly, like a sweet lullaby. She doesn't stop, repeating it as her gaze lingers on Vesper's own blue eyes, the phrase getting stronger until it practically sings without a single hint of a lisp. And just as suddenly as it had come, the curse departed, leaving her once more in control of her tongue, and quite eager to show it off. Running the agile muscle over her fangs like a cat preparing for a mouse, Thal grins. "Hmm. Maybe you should teach me a little more about rhythm." Not one for beating around the bush, her suggestion is about as subtle as she gets, leaning towards him with that mischievous glint in her eyes.
'Expert' was a strong word, but Thal doesn't correct him, just granting a nod of her head as she flashes a fang, too distracted to really care. If he wants to send his sister to learn from her, she won't stop him, but she also won't be responsible for any undesirable opinions or habits she develops. Pirates aren't the best role models. But they're really good at other things.
