Thalassa
The familiarity of his chuckle is like a refreshing breeze through the hollow cavern of her chest, rustling the cobwebs and dust that feel cemented over the mausoleum of her emotions. Her stiff shoulders ease slightly, letting the warmth of the flames and Asta's presence guide her gently from the darkness and all the thoughts that came with it. Her fingers still clutch to the pendant, but there's more direction in her gaze, a presence that wasn't there before.
It falls on the shadow that seems to match Asta's smile, hovering over it briefly before returning to his face and the expression that says more than his words. She sympathizes with him. After all, her joke had been based in truth, self-aware enough to know that she is often swimming in a sea of emotions that overwhelm and crash against each other, that she feels more than she'd like to admit. If he's not used to that, she can only imagine how disorienting it must be. Although she could say the same for how she feels now, devoid of an entire section that had once been so active and full of input, leaving her underwhelmed by her own impulses.
Glancing into her glass, Thal blinks as if she's debating taking another sip before lifting her eyes to him again. "I didn't realize shifts could have that effect..." Her thoughts skim over the striped fur and unfamiliar senses that he'd found her wrapped in, her eyes narrowing as she tries to piece together information through the jumbled thoughts that feel obscured by fog and fragments of jagged emotions. "Is it permanent?"
It falls on the shadow that seems to match Asta's smile, hovering over it briefly before returning to his face and the expression that says more than his words. She sympathizes with him. After all, her joke had been based in truth, self-aware enough to know that she is often swimming in a sea of emotions that overwhelm and crash against each other, that she feels more than she'd like to admit. If he's not used to that, she can only imagine how disorienting it must be. Although she could say the same for how she feels now, devoid of an entire section that had once been so active and full of input, leaving her underwhelmed by her own impulses.
Glancing into her glass, Thal blinks as if she's debating taking another sip before lifting her eyes to him again. "I didn't realize shifts could have that effect..." Her thoughts skim over the striped fur and unfamiliar senses that he'd found her wrapped in, her eyes narrowing as she tries to piece together information through the jumbled thoughts that feel obscured by fog and fragments of jagged emotions. "Is it permanent?"
Walk with me to the end
Stare with me into the abyss
Stare with me into the abyss
