Life is either a daring adventure or nothing.
Thal notices his every reaction, from the strange tinge of his words around the House of Midnight's owner to the way his tail freezes midair to the tension in his jaw. She drinks it in, learning more about Asta with each nuance. It speaks of his character and the depth of his feelings, the ones that give him so much confidence in his place in the world, the ones he owns unapologetically.
Leaning back again, she nods her head, a teasing grin on her face. "Sounds sappy." But despite her words, there's a bittersweet pull at her tone, another pang of jealousy ringing deep in her chest. It makes something in her ache to feel the same way, to feel so at peace and accepted that nothing can compare, to find her 'home.'
Still, she's happy for Asta, happy that he's found his place in spite of the struggles he's had - and those are only the ones she knows of. Her smile softens as she meets his gaze, hoping her own emotions are hidden well enough as she says, "You're a lucky man." Her bourbon meets her lips again, swallowing more than just the alcohol as she rocks her chair again.
Leaning back again, she nods her head, a teasing grin on her face. "Sounds sappy." But despite her words, there's a bittersweet pull at her tone, another pang of jealousy ringing deep in her chest. It makes something in her ache to feel the same way, to feel so at peace and accepted that nothing can compare, to find her 'home.'
Still, she's happy for Asta, happy that he's found his place in spite of the struggles he's had - and those are only the ones she knows of. Her smile softens as she meets his gaze, hoping her own emotions are hidden well enough as she says, "You're a lucky man." Her bourbon meets her lips again, swallowing more than just the alcohol as she rocks her chair again.
Thalassa
