Told you not to worry, but maybe that's a lie
She had to contain her glee at the name, wondering what her luck might have been to find someone so fitting for her plans. Her expression remained softly innocent, that ghostly smile almost 'friendly' in her inquisition. "Ooh. You wouldn't happen to be Maea's Liam, would you?" she asked casually, the interest in the blue of her eyes like the gentle lapping of a calm ocean while the twisted violence of her thoughts sat like salt on her tongue, making her all the more eager for her to succeed.
Her smile was knowing in a way that suggested his compliment didn't require gratitude because she'd expected him to say as much. She just tilted her head, stepping a little more into his space with all the ease and subtlety of a skilled thief slipping through shadows, smoke billowing closer. A single delicate finger moved to trace the line of his chest, letting her eyes roam before drawing up to look at him through the dark curtain of her lashes. "I'm better now that you're here." It was sweet and musical, the twist of her lips too playful to give away her dark intentions.
Her smile was knowing in a way that suggested his compliment didn't require gratitude because she'd expected him to say as much. She just tilted her head, stepping a little more into his space with all the ease and subtlety of a skilled thief slipping through shadows, smoke billowing closer. A single delicate finger moved to trace the line of his chest, letting her eyes roam before drawing up to look at him through the dark curtain of her lashes. "I'm better now that you're here." It was sweet and musical, the twist of her lips too playful to give away her dark intentions.
Thalassa
Honey, what's your hurry? Won't you stay inside?
