- You want me to be yours, -
"Maybe one day." It may not be an offer, but she certainly takes it as one; although she doesn't mention that she'd prefer her first visit to the brothel be used for its intended purpose, and she already has a few people in mind who might be interested.
Acting as if the concept of making the carvings of her bone chime something related to her had never crossed her mind, Thal taps his shoulder like she's giving him praise. "That's a great idea. Maybe you should just carve a very flattering image of me into it." Her sharp grin makes its usual appearance just as they step into the party - the loud chorus of people and music immediately overwhelming her. The cadence of her steps doesn't quite stutter, although she tightens her hold on Asta's arm slightly, unconsciously.
This had been a mistake.
She's not sure what it is about the loud laughter and tight crowd that bothers her. It's not like her crew is any quieter or any less boisterous on any given day of the week. It's never bothered her before. But she's also never been to one after such an emotional night.
Maybe it's the fact that she'll never have this with Maea. Maybe it's that her heart still feels a little too tender to joke with strangers. Maybe it's that she'd rather be on the deck of her ship, rocking on the gentle waves in the middle of the midnight ocean. Whatever it is, Thal has to work a little harder to slide her mask in place, a deep breath assisting the efforts.
Following Asta through the crowd, she doesn't spend as much time looking around as she usually would. Her eyes still go through the motions, but they scan more for exits than entertainment, catching only briefly on the body shots before meeting the Butcher's gaze. She releases his arm to let him grab his cane, her tail flicking sharply behind her. "I don't have to, but I don't think I'll find anyone quite as interesting as you." Her cheeky grin doesn't slip, but she knows he'll see the slight tension in her body, the deep emotion in her eyes; so she tries her best not to worry him. He has a job to do, and she'd asked to be here - she might as well enjoy watching him work if nothing else. Shrugging her shoulders, she stays close to him as he moves. "Plus, I know you'd miss me too much. I can't deprive you of your time with me." It's a teasing facade crowned with a smile that she confidently wears.
Acting as if the concept of making the carvings of her bone chime something related to her had never crossed her mind, Thal taps his shoulder like she's giving him praise. "That's a great idea. Maybe you should just carve a very flattering image of me into it." Her sharp grin makes its usual appearance just as they step into the party - the loud chorus of people and music immediately overwhelming her. The cadence of her steps doesn't quite stutter, although she tightens her hold on Asta's arm slightly, unconsciously.
This had been a mistake.
She's not sure what it is about the loud laughter and tight crowd that bothers her. It's not like her crew is any quieter or any less boisterous on any given day of the week. It's never bothered her before. But she's also never been to one after such an emotional night.
Maybe it's the fact that she'll never have this with Maea. Maybe it's that her heart still feels a little too tender to joke with strangers. Maybe it's that she'd rather be on the deck of her ship, rocking on the gentle waves in the middle of the midnight ocean. Whatever it is, Thal has to work a little harder to slide her mask in place, a deep breath assisting the efforts.
Following Asta through the crowd, she doesn't spend as much time looking around as she usually would. Her eyes still go through the motions, but they scan more for exits than entertainment, catching only briefly on the body shots before meeting the Butcher's gaze. She releases his arm to let him grab his cane, her tail flicking sharply behind her. "I don't have to, but I don't think I'll find anyone quite as interesting as you." Her cheeky grin doesn't slip, but she knows he'll see the slight tension in her body, the deep emotion in her eyes; so she tries her best not to worry him. He has a job to do, and she'd asked to be here - she might as well enjoy watching him work if nothing else. Shrugging her shoulders, she stays close to him as he moves. "Plus, I know you'd miss me too much. I can't deprive you of your time with me." It's a teasing facade crowned with a smile that she confidently wears.
Thalassa
- well then you gotta be mine. -
