"All the more reason you should take the bed." As much as she wanted to just demand Maea take the bed, she settled for leaving it up to chance. "Why don't we flip a coin for it? Even odds." She lifted a silver coin, showing that it had both a head and tails. At least this way they wouldn't keep spinning in circles. While her guest decided, Thal stood and gathered a pair of dry outfits. Her own was nearly identical to what she currently wore, tight pants and a black blouse tucked under a leather vest. The other was more 'mundane,' but still black, loose pants and a long sleeve sweater. She offered the second to Maea.
Turning away from the woman for some semblance of privacy in the open room, Thal stripped out of her own damp clothes while she listened. It wasn't until she'd finished that she spoke, "Someone once told me that Dygra doesn't care about what kind of Ancient we are. We all have our own brand of chaos, no matter how separate from blood it is. That doesn't change how she feels about us." It probably wasn't wise to mention that Asta had been the one to tell her that. She shrugged her shoulders into the blouse, then the vest, tucking them into her pants to finish the task. "Although I still don't get your dislike of sex." She turned back with a playful gleam in her blue eyes. To each their own, but she certainly enjoyed losing herself in a strong, rough bout of sex, especially when teasing and sharp teeth were involved.
Now fully redressed, Thal retrieved her glass again, plopping back into her chair on the topic of bloodlust. "Fair. I guess it sometimes feels that way." Contrary to popular belief, she wasn't always in a killing mood. Sometimes she was in a 'merciful' mood, however rare it may be.
Turning away from the woman for some semblance of privacy in the open room, Thal stripped out of her own damp clothes while she listened. It wasn't until she'd finished that she spoke, "Someone once told me that Dygra doesn't care about what kind of Ancient we are. We all have our own brand of chaos, no matter how separate from blood it is. That doesn't change how she feels about us." It probably wasn't wise to mention that Asta had been the one to tell her that. She shrugged her shoulders into the blouse, then the vest, tucking them into her pants to finish the task. "Although I still don't get your dislike of sex." She turned back with a playful gleam in her blue eyes. To each their own, but she certainly enjoyed losing herself in a strong, rough bout of sex, especially when teasing and sharp teeth were involved.
Now fully redressed, Thal retrieved her glass again, plopping back into her chair on the topic of bloodlust. "Fair. I guess it sometimes feels that way." Contrary to popular belief, she wasn't always in a killing mood. Sometimes she was in a 'merciful' mood, however rare it may be.
thalassa
so don't waste the time i don't have
