Thalassa
His words are so devoid of emotion that it rattles through her. She'd never taken Vesper for the type to judge her for anything, not after every way he'd practically worshipped the blood and violence, the seduction and heat, the danger that comes with her being her. It makes her reassess every interaction they've had, trying to pick up on where she'd been so thoroughly fooled. But no matter where she looks, it doesn't change the fact that he's very clearly done with her, and that digs deeper than any of the purple barbs in her chest.
Looking up at him with all the confidence and defiance she can muster, her lips twist into something that might have been teasing if it wasn't sharpened to a wicked glint with pain. "That didn't stop you before." Maybe that's what hurts the most. She doesn't know that it's the shift in her mind that pushes him away. No, she believes that he's finally found something about her to hate, something that disgusts him enough to discard her like a used tissue. It draws sharp claws against every insecure part of her, deep and full of coppery blood that fills her mouth.
The fact that he won't even look at her brings a bright flush of fury to her cheeks, so strong and fast that it burns her in a way that fire never could. Thal resists the urge to reach for her dagger or light the end of his peppermint stick on fire, throwing her words instead. "Perhaps it's best that you found out now. That way you don't have to keep wasting your time."
Looking up at him with all the confidence and defiance she can muster, her lips twist into something that might have been teasing if it wasn't sharpened to a wicked glint with pain. "That didn't stop you before." Maybe that's what hurts the most. She doesn't know that it's the shift in her mind that pushes him away. No, she believes that he's finally found something about her to hate, something that disgusts him enough to discard her like a used tissue. It draws sharp claws against every insecure part of her, deep and full of coppery blood that fills her mouth.
The fact that he won't even look at her brings a bright flush of fury to her cheeks, so strong and fast that it burns her in a way that fire never could. Thal resists the urge to reach for her dagger or light the end of his peppermint stick on fire, throwing her words instead. "Perhaps it's best that you found out now. That way you don't have to keep wasting your time."
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
