Fool me once, fool me twice
Are you death or paradise?
Are you death or paradise?
It's hard to tell whether the sharpening of his smile and posture are something she should be reading into - a discomfort, a realization, a hesitation - but she just lets her fangs show through her smile, one of the many reasons she aligns herself with the goddess, and why no other deity would ever suit her. Even, apparently, his mother.
Thal doesn't let her own surprise show, schooling her expression to one of mild interest and an approving nod of her head for his honesty. Safrin's demigod is an easy guess, but Safrin's son isn't something she'd given much thought to. It's hard not to see now, in the starlit freckles that dance over his skin, the way the shadows obey his every will while the glow of the garden looks like moonlight flirting with his hair, even the star on his cheek. She hasn't met many demigods, but she can't imagine they all embody their deity quite as much as Vesper does.
Sensing that it's her turn again, she sweeps her mind for her next morsel of information. When she settles on her secret, the tilt of her head is playfully predatory, as if he might see through to what lies beneath her skin, her voice almost a growling purr of pride. "I have a very pretty - very dangerous lyvern shift." One that better displays the threat she attempts to be. One that better fits his descriptions of her and the 'monster' he'd come to show her.
Thal doesn't let her own surprise show, schooling her expression to one of mild interest and an approving nod of her head for his honesty. Safrin's demigod is an easy guess, but Safrin's son isn't something she'd given much thought to. It's hard not to see now, in the starlit freckles that dance over his skin, the way the shadows obey his every will while the glow of the garden looks like moonlight flirting with his hair, even the star on his cheek. She hasn't met many demigods, but she can't imagine they all embody their deity quite as much as Vesper does.
Sensing that it's her turn again, she sweeps her mind for her next morsel of information. When she settles on her secret, the tilt of her head is playfully predatory, as if he might see through to what lies beneath her skin, her voice almost a growling purr of pride. "I have a very pretty - very dangerous lyvern shift." One that better displays the threat she attempts to be. One that better fits his descriptions of her and the 'monster' he'd come to show her.
Now you'll never see me cry
There's just no time to die
There's just no time to die
Thalassa
