Fool me once, fool me twice
Are you death or paradise?
Are you death or paradise?
Letting out a heavy sigh, she kicks another bit of dirt farther into the fog ahead of them. "That's too bad." There's disappointment in her tone. Because where's the fun in 'behaving?'
She doesn't say anything more as she listens, eyes straining ahead to see if she can spot the ocean ahead. There's still an anger that taints her emotions, along with the sadness surrounding his continuing trauma. She instinctually wants to apologize for his suffering but knows she isn't the one who'd caused it, and she certainly won't say the words Maea should be. Instead, Thal gives a darkly humored chuckle. "Has Maea ever needed an invitation to ruin someone's night?" Or week.
Regardless, Thal hates to hear that she wasn't there for Asta. There's no doubt that Danta was by his side, but she bristles nonetheless, knowing that he'd had to turn to drinking to wash away the taste of Maea's harassment. Having been tipsy together multiple times, she finds it hard to believe Asta being 'sloppy' about anything. The flick of her tail matches her steps, starting to calm with his emotions. "Did the alcohol help?" Her crystal blue eyes still take him in, curious if the interaction still bothers him or if he'd cleansed the anger and disgust. If not, she's more than happy to help him find a way to do so.
She doesn't say anything more as she listens, eyes straining ahead to see if she can spot the ocean ahead. There's still an anger that taints her emotions, along with the sadness surrounding his continuing trauma. She instinctually wants to apologize for his suffering but knows she isn't the one who'd caused it, and she certainly won't say the words Maea should be. Instead, Thal gives a darkly humored chuckle. "Has Maea ever needed an invitation to ruin someone's night?" Or week.
Regardless, Thal hates to hear that she wasn't there for Asta. There's no doubt that Danta was by his side, but she bristles nonetheless, knowing that he'd had to turn to drinking to wash away the taste of Maea's harassment. Having been tipsy together multiple times, she finds it hard to believe Asta being 'sloppy' about anything. The flick of her tail matches her steps, starting to calm with his emotions. "Did the alcohol help?" Her crystal blue eyes still take him in, curious if the interaction still bothers him or if he'd cleansed the anger and disgust. If not, she's more than happy to help him find a way to do so.
Now you'll never see me cry
There's just no time to die
There's just no time to die
Thalassa
