Thalassa
The problem
with wearing a dress
with wearing a dress
She bristles at Dantalion's words, not having expected such a snappy response to her bland sarcasm or being called out for her lack of interest in the party. There are too many other emotions to contend with for her to keep her mouth shut and she peeks around Astaroth with a snide remark sharp on her tongue - only to be interrupted by the Butcher between them.
It doesn't stop the icy glare sent Danta's way or the thought that perhaps Asta isn't the only one feeling the effects of the season. But there's also the small matter of her very tender heart and how the reception leaves her feeling less than welcome. While Asta's words reassure her of his willing participation in his current predicament, the warning reminds her achingly of where his priorities lie. She's happy for him - she really is. She's happy that Danta makes him happy - and she can't explain why that makes her feel a little hollower inside.
Maybe she should have stuck to anonymity for a while longer.
Shifting her cloak a little tighter around her shoulders, Thal turns away so Asta won't see, so she won't have to explain what even she can't comprehend. Her shoulders shrug with the motion, deciding not to make a scene for his sake. "Fine, if you say so."
Downing the drink in her hand, she forces herself to step out towards the tables. "I guess I'll find someone who appreciates my humor. Might even give them a wallflower in your honor." The bitter, fanged grin she gives Danta implies that it will be a very charred flower, fluttering to ash when anyone bothers to touch it. Then she turns, ready to find someone who won't know her name and might even say something nice.
It doesn't stop the icy glare sent Danta's way or the thought that perhaps Asta isn't the only one feeling the effects of the season. But there's also the small matter of her very tender heart and how the reception leaves her feeling less than welcome. While Asta's words reassure her of his willing participation in his current predicament, the warning reminds her achingly of where his priorities lie. She's happy for him - she really is. She's happy that Danta makes him happy - and she can't explain why that makes her feel a little hollower inside.
Maybe she should have stuck to anonymity for a while longer.
Shifting her cloak a little tighter around her shoulders, Thal turns away so Asta won't see, so she won't have to explain what even she can't comprehend. Her shoulders shrug with the motion, deciding not to make a scene for his sake. "Fine, if you say so."
Downing the drink in her hand, she forces herself to step out towards the tables. "I guess I'll find someone who appreciates my humor. Might even give them a wallflower in your honor." The bitter, fanged grin she gives Danta implies that it will be a very charred flower, fluttering to ash when anyone bothers to touch it. Then she turns, ready to find someone who won't know her name and might even say something nice.
is that it clashes
with a sword.
with a sword.
