Pierce
It’s beautiful, the way that she seems to cling to him despite his very strong understanding that she doesn’t need to. That she wants to, in whatever Friendly haze he’s put her in. She was still strong willed beneath it, that much he can tell by the way she teases and fights with him. So when he makes his offer and she remembers how to breathe, the smirk he shoots her way is one vibrant as it is content, thumb stroking her temple just beneath her horns before he nods.
“I’ve got a place not far from here.” Ignoring whatever kind of scene they’d created at the White Hart, the brawler pulls himself from Thal, fixes his clothes enough to walk and helps her get back onto her feet and readjusted enough to swing his arm around her shoulders, keeping her tucked into his side, a knowing nod offered to the barkeep that had to witness everything paired with a sharp grin, before Pierce is guiding Thalassa out of the bar and into the cobblestone streets.
“I’ve got a place not far from here.” Ignoring whatever kind of scene they’d created at the White Hart, the brawler pulls himself from Thal, fixes his clothes enough to walk and helps her get back onto her feet and readjusted enough to swing his arm around her shoulders, keeping her tucked into his side, a knowing nod offered to the barkeep that had to witness everything paired with a sharp grin, before Pierce is guiding Thalassa out of the bar and into the cobblestone streets.
