Thalassa
The familiarity of her home is another balm, an embrace of safety that pulls again at that string of tension to unravel it further; from the smell of whiskey and smoke to the glint of daggers in the dim firelight, she starts to feel a little more like herself. It doesn't bring Pierce back, or fill that void, but it makes the pain more bearable. She isn't as lost, adrift in the world.
When Asta lowers her to the chair, Thal doesn't change positions much, trading his scarred chest for the back of the cushioned chair, her feet tucking under to keep her legs propped close to her - boots and all. The damp of her clothes seeps into the seat's fabric, but she only partially acknowledges it with a shift of her shoulders, settling deeper into the chair. Her eyes look from the fire to Asta as he crouches next to her, glancing briefly at the dark smile. She reaches slowly forward to accept the glass with a silent nod of appreciation, not looking at the drink. Instead, her eyes rest gently on him, a slight embarrassment peeking through as she hesitantly answers, "Just... stay with me?"
She pauses before looking back to the flames, resting her head on her knees, recalling the last time she'd asked someone not to leave. Thal feels her concentration already slipping, treading dangerously close to the wounds that have only just stopped hemorrhaging. The ache starts again, and she closes her eyes against the thoughts that rise. "Tell me something... anything." A soft plea that has the flames flickering gently on her cheeks, doing nothing to disguise the subtle anguish of her expression.
When Asta lowers her to the chair, Thal doesn't change positions much, trading his scarred chest for the back of the cushioned chair, her feet tucking under to keep her legs propped close to her - boots and all. The damp of her clothes seeps into the seat's fabric, but she only partially acknowledges it with a shift of her shoulders, settling deeper into the chair. Her eyes look from the fire to Asta as he crouches next to her, glancing briefly at the dark smile. She reaches slowly forward to accept the glass with a silent nod of appreciation, not looking at the drink. Instead, her eyes rest gently on him, a slight embarrassment peeking through as she hesitantly answers, "Just... stay with me?"
She pauses before looking back to the flames, resting her head on her knees, recalling the last time she'd asked someone not to leave. Thal feels her concentration already slipping, treading dangerously close to the wounds that have only just stopped hemorrhaging. The ache starts again, and she closes her eyes against the thoughts that rise. "Tell me something... anything." A soft plea that has the flames flickering gently on her cheeks, doing nothing to disguise the subtle anguish of her expression.
Walk with me to the end
Stare with me into the abyss
Stare with me into the abyss
