Thalassa
What she thinks is a final moment to pin and secure the victory for one of them is suddenly not. He's gone in a breath, leaving Thal to sit on the ashen ground like a discarded wrapper, slightly rumpled and very much alone. She has to blink to clear the confusion from her face, schooling it back to the calm, collected expression she's practiced a million times - not that it hides the sudden pain that hits her as she takes in his hovering form.
Despite the teasing tone, Thal sees the distance Vesper holds, feels the coldness in his gaze, watches how he assesses her. It's like liquid nitrogen searing away at something in her chest - so cold it's burning. She doesn't know what changed, doesn't think she's changed enough to elicit such a response - and she certainly doesn't think she deserves to be judged. Biting back a sneer, her eyes narrow as the anger rises to disguise the distinct feeling of rejection and dismissal that reels through her at his words.
Thal doesn't take the bait, but that doesn't mean she can hide where her mind roams, how it rises immediately to who 'they' are. Vesper will easily recognize Pierce's image, flashes of pain, heat, and pleasure filling the recent memory with an intensity that ripples through her violet thoughts. There's no regret tainting the moment, even as something bitter and sharp laces her words, accusing. "I didn't realize you'd care." Rising from the ground, she brushes her hands down her body to remove what ash she can. It isn't very successful, the gray powder smearing along the black fabrics like a stain that she might never remove on her heart. At least she can pretend to be nonchalant as she gathers her own shields and ammunition.
Despite the teasing tone, Thal sees the distance Vesper holds, feels the coldness in his gaze, watches how he assesses her. It's like liquid nitrogen searing away at something in her chest - so cold it's burning. She doesn't know what changed, doesn't think she's changed enough to elicit such a response - and she certainly doesn't think she deserves to be judged. Biting back a sneer, her eyes narrow as the anger rises to disguise the distinct feeling of rejection and dismissal that reels through her at his words.
Thal doesn't take the bait, but that doesn't mean she can hide where her mind roams, how it rises immediately to who 'they' are. Vesper will easily recognize Pierce's image, flashes of pain, heat, and pleasure filling the recent memory with an intensity that ripples through her violet thoughts. There's no regret tainting the moment, even as something bitter and sharp laces her words, accusing. "I didn't realize you'd care." Rising from the ground, she brushes her hands down her body to remove what ash she can. It isn't very successful, the gray powder smearing along the black fabrics like a stain that she might never remove on her heart. At least she can pretend to be nonchalant as she gathers her own shields and ammunition.
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
