Thalassa
Hands getting cold
She wishes she could be as fine with it as he is, just accepting that Maea might continue spreading his secret to any who would listen like a harbinger of bad news that might one day bring him misery. It makes her that much angrier on his behalf, enough that it shines briefly through her melancholy mood, a low simmer of heat coloring her words. "You're a good person, Asta. I just wish she could see that." To not feel a need to drag his name through the mud, or make people choose whether being his friend is worth the risk that she poses.
But just as before, he knows exactly what to say to soften the pain, a balm against the raw wound that Maea had left. It reinforces her feelings that it's not her but Maea who's the problem. She isn't the one pushing people away, and Asta is more than evidence of that, his form curled around her as if he has no plans of leaving anytime soon.
Danta's name surprises her a little, not having marked him as a 'friend' just yet, but she doesn't contradict him, hoping it may be true with a little more time. She likes his unhinged and unapologetic vibrancy, how he struts about with all the confidence she pretends to have. She likes how happy he makes Asta. He's certainly someone she wants to spend more time with, and possibly develop that bond; so, to hear that he enjoyed their little excursion makes her hopeful, and a hint of her fiery mischief returns. "That's good. I would hate to disappoint." A small quirk is on her lips, the hold on her legs loosening as she releases some of the pain she'd been clutching close.
As she finally looks up at Asta, she watches the shimmer of metal chains clink against his pretty crystalline red horns. They're a nice touch, although just like the muzzle, it's not something she's seen him in. It reminds her that this wasn't exactly a planned trip, and he might have been in the middle of something. Her eyes soften with a bit of guilt, even as she tries to play it off as teasing when she says. "I hope I didn't pull you away from anything important. I would have been fine if you were busy." 'Fine' being relative, but she would have survived until he had the time.
But just as before, he knows exactly what to say to soften the pain, a balm against the raw wound that Maea had left. It reinforces her feelings that it's not her but Maea who's the problem. She isn't the one pushing people away, and Asta is more than evidence of that, his form curled around her as if he has no plans of leaving anytime soon.
Danta's name surprises her a little, not having marked him as a 'friend' just yet, but she doesn't contradict him, hoping it may be true with a little more time. She likes his unhinged and unapologetic vibrancy, how he struts about with all the confidence she pretends to have. She likes how happy he makes Asta. He's certainly someone she wants to spend more time with, and possibly develop that bond; so, to hear that he enjoyed their little excursion makes her hopeful, and a hint of her fiery mischief returns. "That's good. I would hate to disappoint." A small quirk is on her lips, the hold on her legs loosening as she releases some of the pain she'd been clutching close.
As she finally looks up at Asta, she watches the shimmer of metal chains clink against his pretty crystalline red horns. They're a nice touch, although just like the muzzle, it's not something she's seen him in. It reminds her that this wasn't exactly a planned trip, and he might have been in the middle of something. Her eyes soften with a bit of guilt, even as she tries to play it off as teasing when she says. "I hope I didn't pull you away from anything important. I would have been fine if you were busy." 'Fine' being relative, but she would have survived until he had the time.
Losing feeling is getting old
Was I made from a broken mold?
Was I made from a broken mold?
