Thalassa
Too intoxicated to be scared
She would be more offended if she couldn't feel effective her efforts had been - despite how Liam pulled her hand gently from his chest. Her lips curved up in a coy, knowing grin as she leaned her head back to look at his face. A playful gleam glitters the blue of her eyes. "Who said I was looking for anything more than friendship?" There wasn't any need to include feelings or other complex emotions, just the pleasure that came with the purple hues coating their minds. They could have plenty of fun if he'd just loosen up.
Thal didn't move away, but she didn't creep any closer, head tilting in an almost predatorily feline way as her voice turned venomously sweet. "Tell me, does this have anything to do with a pale, stubborn Ancient?" Maea had spoken about him a few times, yet she'd always wondered if the feelings were mutual - no longer out of friendly concern, but morbid curiosity at this point.
Thal didn't move away, but she didn't creep any closer, head tilting in an almost predatorily feline way as her voice turned venomously sweet. "Tell me, does this have anything to do with a pale, stubborn Ancient?" Maea had spoken about him a few times, yet she'd always wondered if the feelings were mutual - no longer out of friendly concern, but morbid curiosity at this point.
