- You want me to be yours, -
Her eyebrows raise at his answer, looking at the bones with a new appreciation. The thin, delicate phalanges look like they would make beautiful music in the wind, and she imagines a hollow clacking sound that makes her smile. Nodding her head with approval, she lets out a soft hum. "Mm. I like it. Maybe I can commission one from you for my place." She taps a few of the ivory pieces with a slender finger, curiosity still brimming as she asks, "Do you ever carve into the bones? Like words or designs?" She's sure they're beautiful regardless, but it might add an extra element of style if he did.
Thal looks to the side as he presents the clothes, a pair of black pants and two blouse options: black and blue. He knows her so well. She gives him a pleased smile as she finds his eyes. "These will do." It's a hard choice between the two shirts, so she starts with the pants, sliding them over her hips under Asta's shirt. They fit better than she might have expected, although they're a little long - not that it matters when she tucks them into her boots. She debates strapping her daggers over the top but decides to compromise with only adding her obsidian pair to her thighs. It is a party after all.
Holding up the two tops, she uses the same excuse when picking the blue blouse. Thal doesn't bother to turn or hide as she strips his shirt for the new one. The sleeves turn out to be a dense lace that billows around her arms pleasantly while the rest hugs her figure. When she finishes the last adjustment, she spreads her arms to show the fit to Asta, the deep sapphire shade making her eyes pop through the dark strands of her hair. "Well? Am I presentable now?" There's a teasing look in her eyes, daring him to say otherwise.
Thal looks to the side as he presents the clothes, a pair of black pants and two blouse options: black and blue. He knows her so well. She gives him a pleased smile as she finds his eyes. "These will do." It's a hard choice between the two shirts, so she starts with the pants, sliding them over her hips under Asta's shirt. They fit better than she might have expected, although they're a little long - not that it matters when she tucks them into her boots. She debates strapping her daggers over the top but decides to compromise with only adding her obsidian pair to her thighs. It is a party after all.
Holding up the two tops, she uses the same excuse when picking the blue blouse. Thal doesn't bother to turn or hide as she strips his shirt for the new one. The sleeves turn out to be a dense lace that billows around her arms pleasantly while the rest hugs her figure. When she finishes the last adjustment, she spreads her arms to show the fit to Asta, the deep sapphire shade making her eyes pop through the dark strands of her hair. "Well? Am I presentable now?" There's a teasing look in her eyes, daring him to say otherwise.
Thalassa
- well then you gotta be mine. -
