I'm the bad guy.
The approval of her choice stirs a sharp smile, coated in the unmistakable purple swell of her thoughts, thick with Vox's proximity. A small chuckle escapes as he clutches the skull to his chest. "Glad you like it." Although she's eternally grateful that he doesn't have nipples for her to see.
Accepting the smooth bone back into her hands, Thal tosses it nonchalantly as she climbs the stairs. It gives haunting ghosts of whistles with each toss, hinting at the symphony to come. She flicks her tail in dismissal of the other inferior offerings. As her boot clips against the stone of the top step, she reaches out her hand like a promise of death and chaos, a smirk on her lips before she tips her hand to let the skull fall from her fingers.
Thalassa drops her whistling skull.
Accepting the smooth bone back into her hands, Thal tosses it nonchalantly as she climbs the stairs. It gives haunting ghosts of whistles with each toss, hinting at the symphony to come. She flicks her tail in dismissal of the other inferior offerings. As her boot clips against the stone of the top step, she reaches out her hand like a promise of death and chaos, a smirk on her lips before she tips her hand to let the skull fall from her fingers.
Thalassa drops her whistling skull.
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