And it burns like a gin and I like it,
She listens patiently as Flora lays out the parameters of the guild, her expectations, her 'rules.' Some of them make her want to sneer or scoff, but Thal keeps her expression calm and casual, a nonchalant smile playing across her lips. It might be hard not to go around stabbing idiots, even if she's done it plenty of time. However, the part that bothers her most is the last part: following order.
In recent years, she's been the one giving the orders, and she wouldn't give that up on her own deck, but Thal gives Flora a look of steely certainty formed in years passed. "I wasn't always the captain. It took months of 'subtlety, silence, and taking orders' that got me exactly where I wanted. I know when to call the shots and when to fall in line." She doesn't say 'when it benefits her,' but Thal assumes the queen understands. Her 'loyalty' has to be earned, but her 'obedience' can be bought for the right price. However, Asta knows better than anyone, once her loyalty is earned, she will fight tooth, nail, and claw for them.
Her eyebrow comes up in prodding question, no longer challenging but resigned confidence. "The real question is whether you want me or not." Thal knows her worth, and she won't beg, letting Flora decide if she thinks the benefits outweigh the risks. There's no sign of concern either way, just a curious tilt of her head.
In recent years, she's been the one giving the orders, and she wouldn't give that up on her own deck, but Thal gives Flora a look of steely certainty formed in years passed. "I wasn't always the captain. It took months of 'subtlety, silence, and taking orders' that got me exactly where I wanted. I know when to call the shots and when to fall in line." She doesn't say 'when it benefits her,' but Thal assumes the queen understands. Her 'loyalty' has to be earned, but her 'obedience' can be bought for the right price. However, Asta knows better than anyone, once her loyalty is earned, she will fight tooth, nail, and claw for them.
Her eyebrow comes up in prodding question, no longer challenging but resigned confidence. "The real question is whether you want me or not." Thal knows her worth, and she won't beg, letting Flora decide if she thinks the benefits outweigh the risks. There's no sign of concern either way, just a curious tilt of her head.
Thalassa
put your lips on my skin and you might ignite it
