Life is either a daring adventure or nothing.
Sometimes she forgets how tall Asta is, watching as he tries to find comfort on the forest floor, whereas she's cradled comfortably, her legs folded close. She tries not to laugh, especially as he flips dramatically into his accent, her eyes flashing with delight. Her tone is equally teasing despite the serious topic, bumping his shoulder with hers. "Well, you're lucky they picked a good one." He could have ended up with a name like Eugene Fitzherbert, or Dick.
Thal watches as he offers out his hand, that annoying nickname on his lips again. If they weren't having such a nice moment, she might try to reenact their first meeting - throwing a dagger at him. Maybe telling him the dumb pet name was a mistake, becoming the new 'darling' in their relationship, something she'd have to beat out of him. However, as much as it scrapes against her ears, she senses that the reveal of his original name is a big deal, that she should treat it as this momentous occasion.
So, if only to humor him, her glamour settles into place, as if it's the only way she could ever be comparable to the person she'd once been, features softening to someone younger, ignorant of the harsh realities of the world. Even her wicked smile looks more charming than deadly despite the threatening gleam in her eyes - the ones that look like gentle waves lapping the shore rather than the crashing depths of the currents beneath a storm. She takes his hand, more delicate and slender than before. "Hi Ferox. I'm Lassie." It lingers for a moment, two people from different world - different lives - meeting in the firelight of the forest, converging like the flash of lightning above them, never to strike the same place twice.
Releasing his hand, Thal pulls back, letting her glamour fall away as her nose scrunches into a disgusted expression. She shakes out her hand like it's coated in someone's snot, a shiver running down her spine. "Let's never do that again."
Thal watches as he offers out his hand, that annoying nickname on his lips again. If they weren't having such a nice moment, she might try to reenact their first meeting - throwing a dagger at him. Maybe telling him the dumb pet name was a mistake, becoming the new 'darling' in their relationship, something she'd have to beat out of him. However, as much as it scrapes against her ears, she senses that the reveal of his original name is a big deal, that she should treat it as this momentous occasion.
So, if only to humor him, her glamour settles into place, as if it's the only way she could ever be comparable to the person she'd once been, features softening to someone younger, ignorant of the harsh realities of the world. Even her wicked smile looks more charming than deadly despite the threatening gleam in her eyes - the ones that look like gentle waves lapping the shore rather than the crashing depths of the currents beneath a storm. She takes his hand, more delicate and slender than before. "Hi Ferox. I'm Lassie." It lingers for a moment, two people from different world - different lives - meeting in the firelight of the forest, converging like the flash of lightning above them, never to strike the same place twice.
Releasing his hand, Thal pulls back, letting her glamour fall away as her nose scrunches into a disgusted expression. She shakes out her hand like it's coated in someone's snot, a shiver running down her spine. "Let's never do that again."
Thalassa
