[SE] hotline

Silver dollar, golden flame
Dirty water, poison rain
Perfect murder, take your aim

Regaining possession of her hand, Thal lets it join her other arm, draped comfortably across his chest to absently trace and travel across his skin. His touch on her hip distracts her from paying very close attention to his words, but she catches the ending, letting out a low laugh. "Responsible is just another name for boring." At his overconfident smirk, she has to wonder what his strong suit is. Maybe it's his willpower to suggest they separate.

Shifting slightly with his movement, she's almost thankful for the assistance it provides, the nudge she needs to get her moving. Her back is both wound tight and satisfyingly weak as she arches upright, arms pushing off his chest as her skin peels away from him, still pleasantly warm and damp. It doesn't tingle anymore, but she immediately feels the lack of his touch, a soft sigh passing her lips. "Does that mean I'm going in alone? Pity." A gentle tsk of her tongue vocalizes the dramatically downcast pull of her features as she finally separates herself from him to stand.

Theres a dull ache in her legs that she has to adjust to, trying not to make it obvious as she shifts her weight to test how steady she is before beginning her trek towards the water. The gentle sway of her tail and her hips should be invitation enough for Vesper to follow her, but just in case, Thal peeks over her shoulder, the roguish glint in her blue eye catching a glimpse of him before turning to the black sands that mark her path to the waves lapping at the shore. She feels the familiar call in her chest, beckoning her closer with each step.

I don't belong to anyone,
but everybody knows my name

Thalassa