Thalassa
The problem
with wearing a dress
with wearing a dress
She slips in like smoke over water, easing through the crowd in a quiet moment of anonymity. Her identity isn't hard to guess from the scaled blue-black tail peeking out from beneath her midnight cloak or the glistening black horns curling from her dark curtain of hair, but the silver and black swirling mask is just enough to let her pretend like she isn't Thal, like she hasn't been struggling for weeks, like she'd rather be most other places than a giant public gathering. Instead, she's just a nameless individual with no past who looks stunning in a gauzy black gown trailing in the leaves behind her.
It only lasts while she doesn't recognize anyone, so she keeps her icy blue gaze fixed forward. There's no dramatic sway to her hips or alluring looks to draw in the people around her, just a quiet jingle from the delicate silver chains coiling through her hair and horns, an ethereal ghost twisting gracefully through the crowds like a shadow at the edge of their vision.
Thal pauses at the food table, a glass of something that smells strong and spiced vanishing from sight to be replaced empty, before then being followed by another that she keeps tucked beneath her cloak. Snagging a few of the white chocolate snacks, she moves to the edge of the tree line and makes her way around towards a familiar muzzle. She knows that this season has been hard for Asta, but it's still surprising to see the accessory and she notices a few people giving him a wide berth. Whether it's from the muzzle or the scars on full display through his chains is anyone's guess. Maybe it's the straw.
When Dantalion looks away for a moment, she appears beside Astaroth like a flicker of darkness, slightly behind him so she's mostly out of view. "Just blink if you need saving." She tries to infuse the words with some humor, but like everything else this season, it's dampened with the burden of other heavier emotions. There's still a small glint of something familiar in her eyes - perhaps amusement or concern.
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It only lasts while she doesn't recognize anyone, so she keeps her icy blue gaze fixed forward. There's no dramatic sway to her hips or alluring looks to draw in the people around her, just a quiet jingle from the delicate silver chains coiling through her hair and horns, an ethereal ghost twisting gracefully through the crowds like a shadow at the edge of their vision.
Thal pauses at the food table, a glass of something that smells strong and spiced vanishing from sight to be replaced empty, before then being followed by another that she keeps tucked beneath her cloak. Snagging a few of the white chocolate snacks, she moves to the edge of the tree line and makes her way around towards a familiar muzzle. She knows that this season has been hard for Asta, but it's still surprising to see the accessory and she notices a few people giving him a wide berth. Whether it's from the muzzle or the scars on full display through his chains is anyone's guess. Maybe it's the straw.
When Dantalion looks away for a moment, she appears beside Astaroth like a flicker of darkness, slightly behind him so she's mostly out of view. "Just blink if you need saving." She tries to infuse the words with some humor, but like everything else this season, it's dampened with the burden of other heavier emotions. There's still a small glint of something familiar in her eyes - perhaps amusement or concern.
Costume made in [SE] opinions I will try and rewrite
is that it clashes
with a sword.
with a sword.
