Thalassa
Too intoxicated to be scared
Even if she wasn't actively touching him, Thal could see the tension run down his body at the mention of Maea. A mischievous smirk made her fangs more prominent against her lips, a teasing sort of wicked satisfaction filling her. "I think you do." And she wasn't going to let him out of the topic so easily.
If only to keep herself from further annoying rejection, she moved out and back into the water, dipping low so that only her head bobbed above the surface. "You know, she told me about you." There was a trap laid, a little kernel that invited Liam to ask what might have been spoken - although it truthfully hadn't been much. It was one of the many reasons their relationship had grown bitter: the woman couldn't be honest with herself.
The shrug of her shoulder sent ripples through the water as she said nonchalantly, "We were friends after all." As if it was that simple, and death and mistakes and history and allegiances hadn't torn their relationship to shreds, leaving nothing but blood and festering wounds in its wake. The memories alone threatened to spark her anger, but the purple swell made the emotion harder to flare, a sliver of possibility making her head tilt curiously. "It might be nice to be friends again one day." If Maea was ever able to change.
If only to keep herself from further annoying rejection, she moved out and back into the water, dipping low so that only her head bobbed above the surface. "You know, she told me about you." There was a trap laid, a little kernel that invited Liam to ask what might have been spoken - although it truthfully hadn't been much. It was one of the many reasons their relationship had grown bitter: the woman couldn't be honest with herself.
The shrug of her shoulder sent ripples through the water as she said nonchalantly, "We were friends after all." As if it was that simple, and death and mistakes and history and allegiances hadn't torn their relationship to shreds, leaving nothing but blood and festering wounds in its wake. The memories alone threatened to spark her anger, but the purple swell made the emotion harder to flare, a sliver of possibility making her head tilt curiously. "It might be nice to be friends again one day." If Maea was ever able to change.
