Thalassa
She doesn't quite bask in the approval - because that's not very pirate like - but her delight is evident in the wickedly pleased smile on her face. It's only amplified when Dahlia steps closer, a gentle swell to her purple thoughts that makes her pride flare in her chest, dark and full of vicious desires. Chuckling softly, she shares a crooked grin with the woman. "I thought you might."
Her eyes glitter a bright lavender blue as she watches the exchange, fascination and excitement but a few of the emotions she can name when those soft lips brush against Liam's. She feels the shift, the slight pull of gravity that labels friend from foe. It draws her forward just enough to matter without assuming the sacred position of 'right hand' next to Dahlia. Still, she's close enough to watch as his eyes flutter open, scanning for information amidst the unknown.
Glancing to Dahlia, she spins the half-truths in a skillful web of glittering safety, her voice pitching just below her usual tone to something more... Friendly. "I'm Thal. You fainted right after we met, so I brought you to Dahlia so she could help you." Her smile simmers, warm in the heat that hides beneath the surface. "You should be feeling much better now."
His concern is adorable, innocent and genuine with naivety. Thal gets the feeling he might need a lot of guidance and coaxing to loosen up, tilting her head like she might spot the threads of his character woven through his clothes, picking which to tug gently tug first. But her fun is interrupted by his misplaced worry, and she decides to leave the honor of that question to the Reaper, feeling very much like she's the least battered of the three and lacks the authority to presume anything about their situation. However, she still listens with interest, posture attentive despite the hands she tucks into her pockets.
Her eyes glitter a bright lavender blue as she watches the exchange, fascination and excitement but a few of the emotions she can name when those soft lips brush against Liam's. She feels the shift, the slight pull of gravity that labels friend from foe. It draws her forward just enough to matter without assuming the sacred position of 'right hand' next to Dahlia. Still, she's close enough to watch as his eyes flutter open, scanning for information amidst the unknown.
Glancing to Dahlia, she spins the half-truths in a skillful web of glittering safety, her voice pitching just below her usual tone to something more... Friendly. "I'm Thal. You fainted right after we met, so I brought you to Dahlia so she could help you." Her smile simmers, warm in the heat that hides beneath the surface. "You should be feeling much better now."
His concern is adorable, innocent and genuine with naivety. Thal gets the feeling he might need a lot of guidance and coaxing to loosen up, tilting her head like she might spot the threads of his character woven through his clothes, picking which to tug gently tug first. But her fun is interrupted by his misplaced worry, and she decides to leave the honor of that question to the Reaper, feeling very much like she's the least battered of the three and lacks the authority to presume anything about their situation. However, she still listens with interest, posture attentive despite the hands she tucks into her pockets.
Guess I got caught in the middle of it
Yes I've been taught, got a little of it
In my blood, in my blood
