When you close your eyes, do you picture me?
The movements of his shadow are so characteristic of Asta that she doesn't even look at one or the other. When the darkness smiles at her, Thal smiles back, a small quirk of her lips that she blocks with the glass she tips. An amused grunt follows, already giving away her opinion about the tree and her time visiting.
Lowering her rum, she tips her chair back in a way that suggests the furniture spends more time in that position than upright. "Once. I'd been helping to fight the Void and nearly died getting slammed into the ground by a tree." 'Rightfully so,' she might add, but Thal keeps that little bit to herself. It's still not an fun experience that she'd recommend to people, and she gives Asta a humorless smirk along with a light shrug. "It wasn't my proudest moment." For multiple reasons.
As if in reminder of all her other sour memories in the Feverlands, Thal hums thoughtfully, her eyes narrowing as she glances away, making the yellowish bruise darken to something creepy and cautionary. "There's also the matter of the lamplighters in the area. Pain in the ass to fight." Not that she wants him getting into a fight with one. Asta barely manages to go a week without new injuries.
Grinning sharply, she lifts her glass to her lips in a threatening manner. "If you come back with another wound after this trip, I might have to start wrapping you in padding or hiring a babysitter." Not that she'd trust anyone enough, but she lets the tease ring, her fangs daring him to find out how far she'll go.
Lowering her rum, she tips her chair back in a way that suggests the furniture spends more time in that position than upright. "Once. I'd been helping to fight the Void and nearly died getting slammed into the ground by a tree." 'Rightfully so,' she might add, but Thal keeps that little bit to herself. It's still not an fun experience that she'd recommend to people, and she gives Asta a humorless smirk along with a light shrug. "It wasn't my proudest moment." For multiple reasons.
As if in reminder of all her other sour memories in the Feverlands, Thal hums thoughtfully, her eyes narrowing as she glances away, making the yellowish bruise darken to something creepy and cautionary. "There's also the matter of the lamplighters in the area. Pain in the ass to fight." Not that she wants him getting into a fight with one. Asta barely manages to go a week without new injuries.
Grinning sharply, she lifts her glass to her lips in a threatening manner. "If you come back with another wound after this trip, I might have to start wrapping you in padding or hiring a babysitter." Not that she'd trust anyone enough, but she lets the tease ring, her fangs daring him to find out how far she'll go.
Thalassa
When you fantasize, am I your fantasy?
