Thalassa
Her eyes watch him more attentively than before, not finding it as difficult to focus when it's concerning Asta and his well-being. She even manages to take a small sip of her drink, although it's slow and distracted. The flavors aren't as strong, bathing her tongue in the amber liquid without giving her the satisfaction of a searing burn, dampened by the numbness still hanging on her limbs. Despite how much she wants to fill the hollowness with alcohol and wipe away the memories, it feels like a futile effort that she doesn't have the energy to pursue.
Thal lowers her glass again, tipping her head to lean it against the cushioned back of her chair as he speaks. As much as she finds his explanation somewhat amusing, her shadowed attempt at a smile doesn't land quite right, her voice more flat than playful when she says, "Doesn't sound all that different from how I usually feel." Now being an exception of course.
The frown is easier to make, her brows furrowing over the icy blue of her eyes. "Does it bother you?"
Thal lowers her glass again, tipping her head to lean it against the cushioned back of her chair as he speaks. As much as she finds his explanation somewhat amusing, her shadowed attempt at a smile doesn't land quite right, her voice more flat than playful when she says, "Doesn't sound all that different from how I usually feel." Now being an exception of course.
The frown is easier to make, her brows furrowing over the icy blue of her eyes. "Does it bother you?"
Walk with me to the end
Stare with me into the abyss
Stare with me into the abyss
