Told you not to worry, but maybe that's a lie
Finishing a sharp remark to a deckhand just outside, Thal shakes her head with a frustrated growl. Her mind is distracted by punishments and reprimanding comments when she enters her cabin, violence and cruelty chasing at her boots that clip against the wood. But the presence in her room drowns everything out.
Surprise is her first emotion, sharp and reeling. It slows her movements into a cautious stillness, her blue eyes falling to take in the hulking man whose other-worldly presence somehow fits within the confines of her room - and does so in all the ways that make her blood heat.
She moves first to close the door, stepping closer into the magnetism that is Pierce, tilting her head so that her dark wind-whipped curls fall around her face. "What are you doing here?" Her tone can't decide what it wants to be. There's annoyance at having been caught off guard - 'How did you get in here?' - and a playfulness that begs to tease - 'You missed me that much?' - but there's concern fighting to overwhelm the words - 'What's wrong?' - and simultaneously, a measure of relief and awe capture her, the rising urgency feeling validated with the possibility of action and what role she'll play - 'What do you need me to do?'
A thousand questions and a million more reactions run through her, but Thal stands quietly, her eyes searching and her heart racing, an experienced captain assessing the morning air for what kind of weather the day might bring.
Surprise is her first emotion, sharp and reeling. It slows her movements into a cautious stillness, her blue eyes falling to take in the hulking man whose other-worldly presence somehow fits within the confines of her room - and does so in all the ways that make her blood heat.
She moves first to close the door, stepping closer into the magnetism that is Pierce, tilting her head so that her dark wind-whipped curls fall around her face. "What are you doing here?" Her tone can't decide what it wants to be. There's annoyance at having been caught off guard - 'How did you get in here?' - and a playfulness that begs to tease - 'You missed me that much?' - but there's concern fighting to overwhelm the words - 'What's wrong?' - and simultaneously, a measure of relief and awe capture her, the rising urgency feeling validated with the possibility of action and what role she'll play - 'What do you need me to do?'
A thousand questions and a million more reactions run through her, but Thal stands quietly, her eyes searching and her heart racing, an experienced captain assessing the morning air for what kind of weather the day might bring.
Thalassa
Honey, what's your hurry? Won't you stay inside?
