The world's a little blurry,
or maybe it's my eyes,
or maybe it's my eyes,
Not unlike an obnoxious younger sister, Thal doesn't balk at the oversharing of information, leaning forward so he can see the teasing ammunition that lurks beneath the surface. "I'd expect nothing less." He'd have to do better than that if he wanted to make her yield in a competition, especially one involving salacious material.
Even around the bite of meat, Thal sticks her tongue out at him, taking his playful tease as a gentle jibe. As she lets the bloody pork coat her tongue, she watches as he debates and decides about the risk associated with the new ability that lingers beneath his skin - or is his skin, she supposes.
She's captivated by the transformation, her quiet amusement slowly stretching into a wickedly sharp grin with each passing second. Every one of his beautifully terrifying features is contorted into something more, the stuff of nightmares and horror stories that lived in the bags under people eyes and the empty air of their screams. From the too many tines and too sharp teeth to the blackened flickering eyes and bloodied ivory claws, she sees the real Butcher, and loves every inch of him.
Whereas she finds his glamour unsettling, this fills her with delight, a thrill of satisfaction running down her spine and into the excited twitch of her tail. Nodding, she doesn't hide her enjoyment of the new magic, her fanged smirk wide enough to frighten. "Mmm. Oh yes. I like this very much." Even more so when she glances around, relishing the way people flinch from his image. A soft hush fills the room, the rowdy crowd finding great motivation to quiet their antics while the others sit in silent awe of the monster in their midst. Few could tear their eyes away, frozen in terror or stricken by shock while others dared not look for fear of attracting his attention.
Thal did neither, leaning forward with a casual tilt to her head as she skewers another piece of meat from the platter where his claws rest. "If only you had a mirror so you could see what I do." She raises a suggestive eyebrow, a cunning tilt to her lips. If people think one of him is bad, how would they react to two?
Even around the bite of meat, Thal sticks her tongue out at him, taking his playful tease as a gentle jibe. As she lets the bloody pork coat her tongue, she watches as he debates and decides about the risk associated with the new ability that lingers beneath his skin - or is his skin, she supposes.
She's captivated by the transformation, her quiet amusement slowly stretching into a wickedly sharp grin with each passing second. Every one of his beautifully terrifying features is contorted into something more, the stuff of nightmares and horror stories that lived in the bags under people eyes and the empty air of their screams. From the too many tines and too sharp teeth to the blackened flickering eyes and bloodied ivory claws, she sees the real Butcher, and loves every inch of him.
Whereas she finds his glamour unsettling, this fills her with delight, a thrill of satisfaction running down her spine and into the excited twitch of her tail. Nodding, she doesn't hide her enjoyment of the new magic, her fanged smirk wide enough to frighten. "Mmm. Oh yes. I like this very much." Even more so when she glances around, relishing the way people flinch from his image. A soft hush fills the room, the rowdy crowd finding great motivation to quiet their antics while the others sit in silent awe of the monster in their midst. Few could tear their eyes away, frozen in terror or stricken by shock while others dared not look for fear of attracting his attention.
Thal did neither, leaning forward with a casual tilt to her head as she skewers another piece of meat from the platter where his claws rest. "If only you had a mirror so you could see what I do." She raises a suggestive eyebrow, a cunning tilt to her lips. If people think one of him is bad, how would they react to two?
the friends I've had to bury
they keep me up at night.
they keep me up at night.
Thalassa
