Thalassa
Too intoxicated to be scared
Her knee connects with something a little softer than she'd expected, the impact like a dousing of icy water over her head as he drops. She makes a muttered sound that might have been an apology through her own shallow breaths, although even if he doesn't hear it, the grimace on her face will make it more than obvious that the underhanded strike hadn't been intentional. Despite being a pirate and utilizing every dirty trick in the book, it's not something she tries to use against 'friends,' particularly not the lovers of her closest friend. A sliver of panic runs through her, catastrophic thoughts of anger and broken friendships gaining traction despite the logic.
The glint of amusement in his eyes calms some of the insanity that had seized against her chest, the fire feeling more reassuring than chastising as it brushes against her cheeks. She breathes in the flames, pulling them from the air into her lungs along with some of her confidence, shifting the tension in her shoulders to fighting preparation rather than bracing anticipation. Her hands twitch at her side, face lined with quiet acceptance of whatever retribution he plans to dole out - still not planning to make it easy for him.
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The glint of amusement in his eyes calms some of the insanity that had seized against her chest, the fire feeling more reassuring than chastising as it brushes against her cheeks. She breathes in the flames, pulling them from the air into her lungs along with some of her confidence, shifting the tension in her shoulders to fighting preparation rather than bracing anticipation. Her hands twitch at her side, face lined with quiet acceptance of whatever retribution he plans to dole out - still not planning to make it easy for him.
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