Contemplatin', beg your pardon
"Depends on the criteria." Thal's voice is thick with suggestion, the kind that says strength might be less important than certain 'skills' on her grading bracket, especially as she flippantly throws the round, not even watching as the hammer strikes the weight. With another mischievous wink in response to his shrug, she moves away to see how everything plays out.
It goes exactly how she expects - except for the tiny firecracker hitting the bell, but who saw that coming? - with Vesper taking the grand prize. He'd certainly proven something to her, Thal's eyes continuing to appraise him as she lounges in the shadows, somewhat pleased that if it isn't her, it's him. It's not until the two men stand face to face that she stops her approving gaze, a thrill of excitement sparking as she watches them. A small part of her hopes they might argue or have a pissing contest or -
She stiffens slightly as Pierce's hand reaches menacingly towards Vesper, a flash of concern rushing through her mind - wondering if she had somehow pushed them too far, not feeling very much like it's a game anymore. However, as it ends in an albeit aggressive pat on the cheek, she allows herself to breathe again, her playfully casual expression having faltered for nothing more than a heartbeat, unnoticeable to any but a mind reader.
Restructuring her composure, her eyes linger on Vesper, unsure whether the words - or the prize - are all that they seem. She's curious enough to want to follow him, to ask, to - who knows - but she doesn't, seeing how close his sisters linger and believing that he'd rather convene with them, to bask in his victory.
Thal turns to leave, the same direction Pierce does, a dangerous invitation in her eyes as she passes.
Thalassa OUT!
It goes exactly how she expects - except for the tiny firecracker hitting the bell, but who saw that coming? - with Vesper taking the grand prize. He'd certainly proven something to her, Thal's eyes continuing to appraise him as she lounges in the shadows, somewhat pleased that if it isn't her, it's him. It's not until the two men stand face to face that she stops her approving gaze, a thrill of excitement sparking as she watches them. A small part of her hopes they might argue or have a pissing contest or -
She stiffens slightly as Pierce's hand reaches menacingly towards Vesper, a flash of concern rushing through her mind - wondering if she had somehow pushed them too far, not feeling very much like it's a game anymore. However, as it ends in an albeit aggressive pat on the cheek, she allows herself to breathe again, her playfully casual expression having faltered for nothing more than a heartbeat, unnoticeable to any but a mind reader.
Restructuring her composure, her eyes linger on Vesper, unsure whether the words - or the prize - are all that they seem. She's curious enough to want to follow him, to ask, to - who knows - but she doesn't, seeing how close his sisters linger and believing that he'd rather convene with them, to bask in his victory.
Thal turns to leave, the same direction Pierce does, a dangerous invitation in her eyes as she passes.
Thalassa OUT!
Thalassa
But there's a part of me that recognizes you
