Thalassa
The problem
with wearing a dress
with wearing a dress
Thal sees the pity again, feels it drag claws against her pride, making her bristle and unwilling to give any space for excuses. "Maybe, but if he's not willing to put in the effort, and he can't pick you out among a crowd of disguises, then he doesn't think about you nearly as much as he should." Pierce had gone as far as the appear in her cabin in the middle of the ocean. If a guy isn't at least willing to find her in a dark party, Thal doesn't believe he's worth her time - although, right now, she doesn't think anyone will ever hold a flame to what they'd had.
It's a bittersweet moment to hear Colt announce her departure. Thal craves silence as much as distraction - and the woman has nearly succeeded in doing the later - so she can't bring herself to prolong the conversation, huffing a small breath as she grumbles, "Good luck." Taking another slow drag of her drink, she has to glance away from the sincerity in the woman's eyes - the kindness that makes her want to cry after such a night. She wishes she could cling to that hope, to search for his face in the crowd as much as the dark cavern he's left her with, but she knows the truth, and as Colt turns away, Thal whispers quietly to herself, "He won't."
[FIN]
It's a bittersweet moment to hear Colt announce her departure. Thal craves silence as much as distraction - and the woman has nearly succeeded in doing the later - so she can't bring herself to prolong the conversation, huffing a small breath as she grumbles, "Good luck." Taking another slow drag of her drink, she has to glance away from the sincerity in the woman's eyes - the kindness that makes her want to cry after such a night. She wishes she could cling to that hope, to search for his face in the crowd as much as the dark cavern he's left her with, but she knows the truth, and as Colt turns away, Thal whispers quietly to herself, "He won't."
[FIN]
is that it clashes
with a sword.
with a sword.
