Fool me once, fool me twice
Are you death or paradise?
Are you death or paradise?
She doesn't answer his question. The blaze in her eyes should be answer enough - although he'll catch images of her early Ancient days, filled with even brighter, uncontrolled emotions that she'd yet to master, plenty of spilled blood over comments, looks, or failure to follow orders. Thal might have changed over the years, but the confidence had only served to hone her feelings to something sharp and coiled just beneath the surface. Only a few had managed to brave the storm enough to earn her trust, to see more than the bravado-wrapped exterior. Vesper wasn't there yet, and she continued to flirt with the idea of stabbing him just to prove it.
His words are pretty, flattering, but she doesn't soften, suspicion lacing her thoughts as she crosses her arms. It sounds almost like an admission. Like he wanted to see her and needed an excuse to do so. But she isn't that naive, and Thal raises a single eyebrow of challenge. "That's it?" That's his only motive? That's his true motive? If he really thinks she's as dangerous as he says, why risk her wrath? There's an accusing look in her eyes as they watch him, waiting.
His words are pretty, flattering, but she doesn't soften, suspicion lacing her thoughts as she crosses her arms. It sounds almost like an admission. Like he wanted to see her and needed an excuse to do so. But she isn't that naive, and Thal raises a single eyebrow of challenge. "That's it?" That's his only motive? That's his true motive? If he really thinks she's as dangerous as he says, why risk her wrath? There's an accusing look in her eyes as they watch him, waiting.
Now you'll never see me cry
There's just no time to die
There's just no time to die
Thalassa
