Thalassa
Too intoxicated to be scared
Liam's interjection didn't stop her. He'd made it clear that she wasn't someone he was interested in, and she wouldn't stay around to be further insulted by a one-sided conversation after she'd gone out of her way to bring him into the fold. If they didn't share that lovely purple bond now, he'd already be boiling in the water he soaked in.
Not even bothering with her towel, she slid her arms into the sleeves of her shirt, the linen fabric sticking damp to her skin. The first admission did nothing to slow her progress, her flicking tail and echoing silence evident of her continued annoyance. It wasn't until he finally gave her something real that she slowed, the words echoing what she'd once thought, the fears she'd once had - even about Maea. She paused, half her buttons done up as she considered what he'd said. With Maea's track record, she couldn't say death wasn't a very realistic possibility, so Thal didn't try to sugarcoat things or motivate him into some idiotic plan.
Turning around slowly, she crossed her arms and leveled him with a stern blue gaze. "Then change her mind." He could take that to mean her stance on Family, although it wasn't the only meaning behind her words. "That's the only way she'll have a chance." Because Maea had developed a small list of people who would prefer she found harm rather than happiness, and if she ever wanted to live that guilt-free life she seemed to want - particularly with Liam - she'd have to do more than just spin pitiful tales and empty apologies.
It was a more than generous warning, one that she wouldn't give again.
Having said her piece, Thal spun to resume her departure. The fun had still dried up and she wasn't in the mood to help him figure out how to get through Maea's impossibly thick skull.
Not even bothering with her towel, she slid her arms into the sleeves of her shirt, the linen fabric sticking damp to her skin. The first admission did nothing to slow her progress, her flicking tail and echoing silence evident of her continued annoyance. It wasn't until he finally gave her something real that she slowed, the words echoing what she'd once thought, the fears she'd once had - even about Maea. She paused, half her buttons done up as she considered what he'd said. With Maea's track record, she couldn't say death wasn't a very realistic possibility, so Thal didn't try to sugarcoat things or motivate him into some idiotic plan.
Turning around slowly, she crossed her arms and leveled him with a stern blue gaze. "Then change her mind." He could take that to mean her stance on Family, although it wasn't the only meaning behind her words. "That's the only way she'll have a chance." Because Maea had developed a small list of people who would prefer she found harm rather than happiness, and if she ever wanted to live that guilt-free life she seemed to want - particularly with Liam - she'd have to do more than just spin pitiful tales and empty apologies.
It was a more than generous warning, one that she wouldn't give again.
Having said her piece, Thal spun to resume her departure. The fun had still dried up and she wasn't in the mood to help him figure out how to get through Maea's impossibly thick skull.
