Silver dollar, golden flame
Dirty water, poison rain
Perfect murder, take your aim
Dirty water, poison rain
Perfect murder, take your aim
Thal bristles at the insult, at the implication he still throws around like fact. While her fun with Pierce might not have been 'subtle' in the middle of an occupied bar, she had apparently underestimated how far word would spread; and as for her 'purple STD', she still doesn't quite believe that one. Much like how she wouldn't admit to anyone - especially herself - why she'd actually sought the man out, Thal lives in stubborn denial of the truth. The violet voice in her head seems to say it doesn't matter anyways, so why should she care?
Her lips pull back in a sneer, hand moving down to clutch the hilt of her blade, as if it might keep her from throwing it. "I don't know what you think you know, but it's pretty pathetic that you have to resort to slut shaming to justify not liking me anymore." Would telling her straight out have been better? Maybe not, but she doesn't like this angle, and something in her knows that only Pierce will truly understand her.
Her lips pull back in a sneer, hand moving down to clutch the hilt of her blade, as if it might keep her from throwing it. "I don't know what you think you know, but it's pretty pathetic that you have to resort to slut shaming to justify not liking me anymore." Would telling her straight out have been better? Maybe not, but she doesn't like this angle, and something in her knows that only Pierce will truly understand her.
I don't belong to anyone,
but everybody knows my name
but everybody knows my name
Thalassa
