Thalassa
She doesn't protest or tense as he lifts her, only curling her arms in tighter to keep them from getting pinned against his chest, the necklace securely in her grasp. Her breathing has relaxed by the time she feels the scars pressing through his shirt, the warmth encompassing her like a security blanket she didn't know she needed. Even as she closes her eyes, she knows it's Asta, the scent of leather and smoke as much a giveaway as the accented voice that soothes her with reassurance and beautiful suggestions that have her humming quietly in approval.
She hears the sizzle of rain on fire as she thinks about sleep and finding some semblance of comfort despite the ache still eating at her chest. Thal lets out a low, bone-tired sigh that flows into quiet mutters that almost sound like sleep-talking. "I think I need a drink too. Something strong." Although she doubts she could drink enough to fill the hole, or find anything strong enough to erase the memories. That doesn't mean she's not willing to try.
She hears the sizzle of rain on fire as she thinks about sleep and finding some semblance of comfort despite the ache still eating at her chest. Thal lets out a low, bone-tired sigh that flows into quiet mutters that almost sound like sleep-talking. "I think I need a drink too. Something strong." Although she doubts she could drink enough to fill the hole, or find anything strong enough to erase the memories. That doesn't mean she's not willing to try.
Walk with me to the end
Stare with me into the abyss
Stare with me into the abyss
