Thalassa
Her eyes find nothing wrong with Vesper. No winces, no injuries, and no hard feelings; although she does see a lot of sweat, and Thal smiles a little at his discomfort. Big bad demigod can't handle the heat very well.
The playful tilt of her head releases the hold she'd had on any guilt or worry as she closes more of the distance between them. Her ocean eyes shift up to meet his, pleased to leave the negative emotions behind in favor of the excitement ahead. "Good." It means she won't have to hold back.
Grinning, she imagines him having to take a nice, long soak in the fountain when they're through. Depending on how things go, she wouldn't mind keeping him company, the small smirk on her lips giving her away even if her sharp purple thoughts hadn't already. "Maybe. And if you're nice about it, I might just let you keep the hair on your head." She lifts a hand, fire raising at the flicker of her mind to hover above her fingertips. Lazy with ease, she lets her gaze run over them to watch the flames dance and twist through her fingers like ribbons that she might like to tie around him.
When her eyes find his again, they're just as teasing as usual, the glow of her fire giving them a purple hue, her fangs peeking from her grin. "Take your best shot."
The playful tilt of her head releases the hold she'd had on any guilt or worry as she closes more of the distance between them. Her ocean eyes shift up to meet his, pleased to leave the negative emotions behind in favor of the excitement ahead. "Good." It means she won't have to hold back.
Grinning, she imagines him having to take a nice, long soak in the fountain when they're through. Depending on how things go, she wouldn't mind keeping him company, the small smirk on her lips giving her away even if her sharp purple thoughts hadn't already. "Maybe. And if you're nice about it, I might just let you keep the hair on your head." She lifts a hand, fire raising at the flicker of her mind to hover above her fingertips. Lazy with ease, she lets her gaze run over them to watch the flames dance and twist through her fingers like ribbons that she might like to tie around him.
When her eyes find his again, they're just as teasing as usual, the glow of her fire giving them a purple hue, her fangs peeking from her grin. "Take your best shot."
Guess I got caught in the middle of it
Yes I've been taught, got a little of it
In my blood, in my blood
