She steps closer to the wall between them, muscles coiling tighter when he doesn't listen to her like she's prepared for another strike. His celestial parentage is more obvious in the glow of the firelight, his star freckles making for tempting targets to light him on fire as she seethes. "You expect me to want your magic on my skin after what you've said and done? Don't pretend like this shadow is anything but an insult." The flames flicker higher, wobbling with the force of her fluctuating emotions and the urge to scream at the unwanted contact that she can't flick off. Tendrils from the wall of fire move to wrap around her limbs, licking at the edge of her clothes like she might sacrifice them just to rid herself of the way his shadows make her stomach turn with the anticipation of pain.
Thal tries to ignore it as she listens to him and his words that feel oddly specific, as if he somehow knows that she'd shifted into a new form, unable to really think or understand anything as she'd wandered aimlessly for so long. But that's just it about Vesper, isn't it? He always seems to know things without her saying, to know the true intention behind her words and the things she doesn't want to admit to herself. In the midst of so much emotion, she doesn't much care how he comes to say what he does, only what the words mean and how much they hurt, being just vague enough for her to twist them even more. It means she's free to hear them all as thorny insults rather than encouragement to revert to who she'd been before, letting him talk so she can fuel the hatred building in her blood.
Her eyes narrow to smoldering blue slits. She doesn't know where he got 'love' from. It had never quite fit what she'd had with Pierce. A connection so deep and binding, twisted in strings of various colors and origins didn't feel like 'love' to her. The threads didn't fit the pattern, but they also didn't fit any of the other shapes she knows, and now she'll never get a chance to find out what it might have been. All she's certain of is that Vesper doesn't get it and he never will. No matter what she says or does, he won't understand what she'd felt then or how she feels now. So why bother?
Since arguing hasn't seemed to work and Thal wants nothing more than to escape this hell of a conversation, sarcasm comes to her defense. She can't summon the smile, so the sassy head tilt will have to be enough. "You're right. Thanks for that unsolicited opinion. I won't make the same mistake next time." Her voice is too biting to be flat, unclear whether she's referring to warning people or loving them, and she only makes it harder to guess when fire is devouring the grass towards Vesper, not looking like it has any plans of stopping.
Thal tries to ignore it as she listens to him and his words that feel oddly specific, as if he somehow knows that she'd shifted into a new form, unable to really think or understand anything as she'd wandered aimlessly for so long. But that's just it about Vesper, isn't it? He always seems to know things without her saying, to know the true intention behind her words and the things she doesn't want to admit to herself. In the midst of so much emotion, she doesn't much care how he comes to say what he does, only what the words mean and how much they hurt, being just vague enough for her to twist them even more. It means she's free to hear them all as thorny insults rather than encouragement to revert to who she'd been before, letting him talk so she can fuel the hatred building in her blood.
Her eyes narrow to smoldering blue slits. She doesn't know where he got 'love' from. It had never quite fit what she'd had with Pierce. A connection so deep and binding, twisted in strings of various colors and origins didn't feel like 'love' to her. The threads didn't fit the pattern, but they also didn't fit any of the other shapes she knows, and now she'll never get a chance to find out what it might have been. All she's certain of is that Vesper doesn't get it and he never will. No matter what she says or does, he won't understand what she'd felt then or how she feels now. So why bother?
Since arguing hasn't seemed to work and Thal wants nothing more than to escape this hell of a conversation, sarcasm comes to her defense. She can't summon the smile, so the sassy head tilt will have to be enough. "You're right. Thanks for that unsolicited opinion. I won't make the same mistake next time." Her voice is too biting to be flat, unclear whether she's referring to warning people or loving them, and she only makes it harder to guess when fire is devouring the grass towards Vesper, not looking like it has any plans of stopping.
thalassa
so don't waste the time i don't have
