Thalassa
I worry this is how I’m always gonna feel.
There's a greater level of satisfaction that blooms in her chest as Asta's leg gives way, the satisfaction of bringing down a larger opponent. She can't help the light laugh that escapes, not as torn up about an attack that leaves skin intact. However, as his movement to counterattack stutters, her own motions slow in silent assessment, the humor leaving her.
Hearing the croak of the crow, Thal instinctually twists around his other side so that she's between him and the murder again, letting him see them behind her figure as she gathers flames in her hands. There's a determination in her eyes that she tries to share with him, a final push to finish their spar so he can achieve everything he's so close to grasping. Partially to block his view of the corvids, and partially just because, she blasts her flames towards his head.
Hearing the croak of the crow, Thal instinctually twists around his other side so that she's between him and the murder again, letting him see them behind her figure as she gathers flames in her hands. There's a determination in her eyes that she tries to share with him, a final push to finish their spar so he can achieve everything he's so close to grasping. Partially to block his view of the corvids, and partially just because, she blasts her flames towards his head.
But nothing lasts. I know the deal.
