Thalassa
His words don't have quite the intended effect, confusion quickly slipping down a slope into the same pit of insecure anger. Nothing in her is convinced enough to believe that she's any different than before, vibrant fire and drowning oceans that threaten to overwhelm those around her. Vesper might not have seen it before, but something must have made him realize who she really is. Maybe she'd hit him a little too hard.
Thal snaps fast and quick, a slammed door against the ache that sharpens her words, "No, you just finally opened your eyes." It's not denial when she believes every word. Something in her might have changed, but it didn't make her any less who she is, and if Vesper doesn't see that, she's glad to be rid of him - not that the tightness in her gut seems to agree with that line of thinking.
Her tail whips behind her as she raises her head, all unyielding independence and pride. Deep down, she knows what he's implying - knows that it's more than just possible but probable. That doesn't change the judgement she feels or the fact that he has no way to prove it or that she wouldn't care if she was. So, her eyes flare, a storming shade of blue bordering on indigo, her jaw tensing in a stubborn line. "Good thing I didn't ask for your opinion."
The silence is crushing, a heaviness that carries every note of suffocatingly cold rejection. She has to steel herself for when he finally looks to her, no hint of affection or heat that she might have found there before, only a wall of finality that bites into her, pressing behind her eyes. This time, she doesn't hold back the sneer that exposes the sharp tips of her fangs, her voice deathly soft. "And good luck finding anyone better than me, darlin'." The last word is a mockery, thick with the weight that they never have been and never will be anything like the endearing term.
Without another word, Thal spins on her heels, having heard and hurt enough to want to be anywhere but here.
[FIN]
Thal snaps fast and quick, a slammed door against the ache that sharpens her words, "No, you just finally opened your eyes." It's not denial when she believes every word. Something in her might have changed, but it didn't make her any less who she is, and if Vesper doesn't see that, she's glad to be rid of him - not that the tightness in her gut seems to agree with that line of thinking.
Her tail whips behind her as she raises her head, all unyielding independence and pride. Deep down, she knows what he's implying - knows that it's more than just possible but probable. That doesn't change the judgement she feels or the fact that he has no way to prove it or that she wouldn't care if she was. So, her eyes flare, a storming shade of blue bordering on indigo, her jaw tensing in a stubborn line. "Good thing I didn't ask for your opinion."
The silence is crushing, a heaviness that carries every note of suffocatingly cold rejection. She has to steel herself for when he finally looks to her, no hint of affection or heat that she might have found there before, only a wall of finality that bites into her, pressing behind her eyes. This time, she doesn't hold back the sneer that exposes the sharp tips of her fangs, her voice deathly soft. "And good luck finding anyone better than me, darlin'." The last word is a mockery, thick with the weight that they never have been and never will be anything like the endearing term.
Without another word, Thal spins on her heels, having heard and hurt enough to want to be anywhere but here.
[FIN]
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
