Silver dollar, golden flame
Dirty water, poison rain
Perfect murder, take your aim
Dirty water, poison rain
Perfect murder, take your aim
His drawling voice is like a claw scraping against the walls of her mind, a chalkboard cringe reverberating deep in her chest. She doesn't outwardly flinch, but her thoughts recoil as they attempt to remember what Vesper had sounded like before everything had changed. Thal shuts down the line of thinking faster than it takes her to shrug.
"I get the sense you piss a lot of people off, darlin'." The word is sickly sweet, honey that's meant to clog and choke, a threat that dares him to use the term again. Perhaps she'd grown too soft after befriending Asta, too used to hearing him call her 'dear' and 'darling' for it to bother her like it used to, but when Vesper says it, she's reminded of all the times she'd lashed out at those who dared to call her such delicate terms.
Her tail flicks sharp behind her, a hand hovering over a dagger as she imagines the many places she'd like to sink it. Maybe it'll hurt him as much as the realization that she'd been played a fool. Maybe it'd make her feel better.
"I get the sense you piss a lot of people off, darlin'." The word is sickly sweet, honey that's meant to clog and choke, a threat that dares him to use the term again. Perhaps she'd grown too soft after befriending Asta, too used to hearing him call her 'dear' and 'darling' for it to bother her like it used to, but when Vesper says it, she's reminded of all the times she'd lashed out at those who dared to call her such delicate terms.
Her tail flicks sharp behind her, a hand hovering over a dagger as she imagines the many places she'd like to sink it. Maybe it'll hurt him as much as the realization that she'd been played a fool. Maybe it'd make her feel better.
I don't belong to anyone,
but everybody knows my name
but everybody knows my name
Thalassa
