Thalassa
I worry this is how I’m always gonna feel.
She can hear in his voice how the strain of the last week has pulled his control from every external component to something coiled within, a tension that requires all of his faculties to keep under wraps. Thal might have commented on how nice it is to see him stripped down, to hear his accent poke through, but the truth is that it puts her on edge. Her mind screams of something wrong. Something that needs fixing. Something to protect against.
Thal has to push past the urge, pasting an intentionally playful expression on her face. "Why limit ourselves? Let's use both." Just pure instinct and openness to help him through the spar. She'll be whatever he needs, a formidable opponent, a teasing distraction, or a supportive friend. Unsheathing one her obsidian daggers from her belt, her eyes scan the nearby gore crows, ready to intervene if they get any funny ideas. But when her gaze falls back on Asta, their blue depths are shockingly compassionate, a steely dose of encouragement that says, You can do this.
Thal has to push past the urge, pasting an intentionally playful expression on her face. "Why limit ourselves? Let's use both." Just pure instinct and openness to help him through the spar. She'll be whatever he needs, a formidable opponent, a teasing distraction, or a supportive friend. Unsheathing one her obsidian daggers from her belt, her eyes scan the nearby gore crows, ready to intervene if they get any funny ideas. But when her gaze falls back on Asta, their blue depths are shockingly compassionate, a steely dose of encouragement that says, You can do this.
But nothing lasts. I know the deal.
