Told you not to worry, but maybe that's a lie
The smile is soft, something she's never seen on his face before. Pierce is sharp, he's firm, he's strength personified. Pierce is not soft, and it catches her so off guard that she nearly stumbles - panic rising - because she knows something is wrong.
It doesn't stop her melting into his hug, clutching at him as if she might peel away the layers and find the source of the problem, find what might have broken in him - so she could fix it. Because his voice is gentle and her mind struggles to comprehend that this is the same man despite the pull that keeps her clinging to his grasp.
"You -" she says the word like she might repeat his statement, confusion cutting her off as she starts. "What?" Thal doesn't step out of his hold but pushes against his chest, fingers curling desperately around the fabric of his shirt as she looks at his eyes, certain that he must have misspoken - knowing in her heart that he hasn't.
Her thoughts are a frenzy, too fast to grasp and too hysterical to be natural. They'd only just gotten close. She'd only just asked Dygra for help. Things were only just starting to feel right. Where had she gone wrong? Where had she failed?
Thal can tell that her pulse is racing, knows that the pitch of her voice is rising as she quickly asks, "Why? When will you be back?" Because forever isn't an option. It can't be. And if there's someone to blame for this, she will kill them without mercy.
It doesn't stop her melting into his hug, clutching at him as if she might peel away the layers and find the source of the problem, find what might have broken in him - so she could fix it. Because his voice is gentle and her mind struggles to comprehend that this is the same man despite the pull that keeps her clinging to his grasp.
"You -" she says the word like she might repeat his statement, confusion cutting her off as she starts. "What?" Thal doesn't step out of his hold but pushes against his chest, fingers curling desperately around the fabric of his shirt as she looks at his eyes, certain that he must have misspoken - knowing in her heart that he hasn't.
Her thoughts are a frenzy, too fast to grasp and too hysterical to be natural. They'd only just gotten close. She'd only just asked Dygra for help. Things were only just starting to feel right. Where had she gone wrong? Where had she failed?
Thal can tell that her pulse is racing, knows that the pitch of her voice is rising as she quickly asks, "Why? When will you be back?" Because forever isn't an option. It can't be. And if there's someone to blame for this, she will kill them without mercy.
Thalassa
Honey, what's your hurry? Won't you stay inside?
