Thalassa
She melts into his embrace in every physical and mental way possible without even moving. There's no fight or strength to do anything more than lean into him, letting him support her while the flood of emotions steals her breath. It's suffocating, and she tightens her eyes shut against the dizzying weakness that's suddenly overwhelming.
The question makes her head shake in brief denial, unwilling to say. Thal knows that he won't understand, that no one will understand what it feels like to have that bond now sit so close and so lifeless. Like a nerve now shredded and broken, the impulses and flow of information from that part of her are just gone, leaving it heavy and aching against her heart.
Sucking in a breath, she reaches up to clasp the pendant again, the scent of her dried blood not quite registering; but the memory is there, sharp and tender. As if speaking it aloud might dull the feeling, her voice comes quiet as smoke twining through fingers, "He... asked me to go with him..." That gentle offer, the cruel silence that left the decision to her, and the way she couldn't even speak her answer. It pinches the features of her face, shame and regret and confusion. "But I couldn't."
A small tremble moves through her when the consequences of her decision rub raw against the gaping hollowness. "And Pierce left me." The name slips unintentionally, cracking through the thin pitch of her voice as she burrows her head into his chest, the lonely hopelessness only held at bay by Asta's proximity leaking warmth into her chilled skin.
The question makes her head shake in brief denial, unwilling to say. Thal knows that he won't understand, that no one will understand what it feels like to have that bond now sit so close and so lifeless. Like a nerve now shredded and broken, the impulses and flow of information from that part of her are just gone, leaving it heavy and aching against her heart.
Sucking in a breath, she reaches up to clasp the pendant again, the scent of her dried blood not quite registering; but the memory is there, sharp and tender. As if speaking it aloud might dull the feeling, her voice comes quiet as smoke twining through fingers, "He... asked me to go with him..." That gentle offer, the cruel silence that left the decision to her, and the way she couldn't even speak her answer. It pinches the features of her face, shame and regret and confusion. "But I couldn't."
A small tremble moves through her when the consequences of her decision rub raw against the gaping hollowness. "And Pierce left me." The name slips unintentionally, cracking through the thin pitch of her voice as she burrows her head into his chest, the lonely hopelessness only held at bay by Asta's proximity leaking warmth into her chilled skin.
Walk with me to the end
Stare with me into the abyss
Stare with me into the abyss
