Silver dollar, golden flame
Dirty water, poison rain
Perfect murder, take your aim
Dirty water, poison rain
Perfect murder, take your aim
His laugh settles comfortably in her ear, drawing her eyes away from the horizon to notice the way the star beneath his eye scrunches with the movement. It's almost endearing, a boyish charm to the - Thal shoves the thought down a deep well she chooses to ignore, including the fading tingle of his touch and the all-to-seeing look of his eyes. Then she seals it off with the familiar mask of confident swagger, a flick of her tail added for good measure.
Her shoulders lift like a shrug as she takes a deep breath, a mischievous grin revealing a flash of her fangs. These emotions come easier, all heat and sharp wit blazing in her eyes. "Good thing I like danger then." Especially if 'danger' looks like steamy nights with a soundtrack of lightning - although she could be convinced to enjoy other thrilling activities. Regardless, she can't find any reason she wouldn't be pleased to see the demigod standing at her doorstep.
The cold of the dying sunlight sends a small, trembling shiver down her tired body, but Thal is too intrigued by Vesper to justify moving just yet. She doesn't remember mentioning her ship to him but suspects it's entirely possible she let it slip during one of her moments of 'distraction,' briefly wondering what else she might have revealed, and equally impressed by his attention to detail. It's unusual for her to be so loose lipped, and she makes note to be more cautious before considering his offer - a tempting one certainly. Not having to lug her own tired weight would be nice, but the mental image causes her to let out a soft chuckle of amusement. She notices the way it still scrapes pleasantly against her hoarse throat before she's shaking her head. "As nice as that sounds, my crew would never respect me again if I got dropped off like some sad sack of potatoes." It might not last long when she threatens to rip them limb from limb to make the cremation easier, but that's a little more work than she's interested in doing right now.
Thal raises an eyebrow at what she assumes is an invitation more than reciprocal information - if the shadowy suggestion of his smile is anything to go by. It makes her hum, a teasing smirk on her lips. "Hm? Not tired of me yet?" More than a little ego fuels her question, disguising the bit of curiosity.
Her shoulders lift like a shrug as she takes a deep breath, a mischievous grin revealing a flash of her fangs. These emotions come easier, all heat and sharp wit blazing in her eyes. "Good thing I like danger then." Especially if 'danger' looks like steamy nights with a soundtrack of lightning - although she could be convinced to enjoy other thrilling activities. Regardless, she can't find any reason she wouldn't be pleased to see the demigod standing at her doorstep.
The cold of the dying sunlight sends a small, trembling shiver down her tired body, but Thal is too intrigued by Vesper to justify moving just yet. She doesn't remember mentioning her ship to him but suspects it's entirely possible she let it slip during one of her moments of 'distraction,' briefly wondering what else she might have revealed, and equally impressed by his attention to detail. It's unusual for her to be so loose lipped, and she makes note to be more cautious before considering his offer - a tempting one certainly. Not having to lug her own tired weight would be nice, but the mental image causes her to let out a soft chuckle of amusement. She notices the way it still scrapes pleasantly against her hoarse throat before she's shaking her head. "As nice as that sounds, my crew would never respect me again if I got dropped off like some sad sack of potatoes." It might not last long when she threatens to rip them limb from limb to make the cremation easier, but that's a little more work than she's interested in doing right now.
Thal raises an eyebrow at what she assumes is an invitation more than reciprocal information - if the shadowy suggestion of his smile is anything to go by. It makes her hum, a teasing smirk on her lips. "Hm? Not tired of me yet?" More than a little ego fuels her question, disguising the bit of curiosity.
I don't belong to anyone,
but everybody knows my name
but everybody knows my name
Thalassa
