When you close your eyes, do you picture me?
She certainly takes note of the bandages, the brightness of her eyes darkening like a brewing storm. He always seems to be injured when she sees him nowadays, and Thal wonders if she should check in on the man more; Asta appears to have a habit of attracting trouble when she's not around.
Leaving the thought for later, Thal tilts her head at the information, the movement revealing the yellow-green bruising that's begun to fade around her left eye. Hak Etme... she wonders if that was the shift she'd felt. Was it still infected? And more importantly, was Asta actively fighting against the Family?
Thal doesn't know what she'd do if she had to face him, and she doesn't like the fact that she'd even consider it - or worse, the fact that she knows exactly what she'd have to do. It's an unsettling thought that momentarily wars inside her soul, grappling for purchase, for reason.
But ultimately, a soothing violet reassurance reminds her that the time hasn't come, and it may never if she has anything to say about it. So Thal gives a silent nod of her head at the information, choosing instead to answer his question, "Yes, although we're off again in the morning."
A shift in topic seems safe, and she returns to her previous anger with unsurprising ease. "Tell me, do I need to kill anyone for that?" Her fingers raise to indicate the bandages, a deadly glint in her eyes despite the teasing tone and sharp fanged grin.
Leaving the thought for later, Thal tilts her head at the information, the movement revealing the yellow-green bruising that's begun to fade around her left eye. Hak Etme... she wonders if that was the shift she'd felt. Was it still infected? And more importantly, was Asta actively fighting against the Family?
Thal doesn't know what she'd do if she had to face him, and she doesn't like the fact that she'd even consider it - or worse, the fact that she knows exactly what she'd have to do. It's an unsettling thought that momentarily wars inside her soul, grappling for purchase, for reason.
But ultimately, a soothing violet reassurance reminds her that the time hasn't come, and it may never if she has anything to say about it. So Thal gives a silent nod of her head at the information, choosing instead to answer his question, "Yes, although we're off again in the morning."
A shift in topic seems safe, and she returns to her previous anger with unsurprising ease. "Tell me, do I need to kill anyone for that?" Her fingers raise to indicate the bandages, a deadly glint in her eyes despite the teasing tone and sharp fanged grin.
Thalassa
When you fantasize, am I your fantasy?
