Thalassa
The problem
with wearing a dress
with wearing a dress
It wasn't a no, and Thal nearly scoffed, ready to leave Maea so she might maintain whatever ethical purity she thought she needed. But then the Ancient was speaking again, her words sounding more certain than before, like she'd found some kind of peace, like she might have changed.
Yet Thal was only reminded of their differences and how she was supposedly such an unpalatable character that no one wanted to be around her. It hurt, thinking of her own fiery anger and swaggering facade that kept people at a safe distance, then having to face her violent tendencies and deep-seeded insecurities that ultimately pushed them away. She might blessedly not be like Maea, but she didn't think it was necessarily a compliment to be called the contrary by her.
Her eyes fell to the glass that she hadn't been willing to sip, wondering if she might be better off ending the conversation before the accusations started. She wasn't sure her tender heart could handle the jabs and barbs, her emotions too volatile to give free rein. Clenching her jaw, she set the drink to the table, and froze, her body going rigid with Maea's words. They were exactly what she'd hoped Maea might feel - the longing and fear - but it caught her so off-guard that she had to sort through how she felt about it all.
She nearly echoed it back. She hadn't been lying to Liam when Thal said she might one day hope to repair the relationship, but it was hard to believe Maea would ever change - that Thal could trust her again - and with how she'd treated Asta... Thal wasn't sure she could be friendly with the same person that had caused her closest friend so much pain, or that she could barely her own heart after it'd been so recently wounded. She was confused more than anything, wishing desperately that the gaping darkness would give her guidance - and knowing it wouldn't.
Pursing her lips, she still kept her head lowered, her curtain of dark hair sacrificing a strand to fall across her face. Thal shrugged her shoulders, sliding her silver-ringed finger over the rim in attempt at disinterest. "That sounds like something you should figure out."
Yet Thal was only reminded of their differences and how she was supposedly such an unpalatable character that no one wanted to be around her. It hurt, thinking of her own fiery anger and swaggering facade that kept people at a safe distance, then having to face her violent tendencies and deep-seeded insecurities that ultimately pushed them away. She might blessedly not be like Maea, but she didn't think it was necessarily a compliment to be called the contrary by her.
Her eyes fell to the glass that she hadn't been willing to sip, wondering if she might be better off ending the conversation before the accusations started. She wasn't sure her tender heart could handle the jabs and barbs, her emotions too volatile to give free rein. Clenching her jaw, she set the drink to the table, and froze, her body going rigid with Maea's words. They were exactly what she'd hoped Maea might feel - the longing and fear - but it caught her so off-guard that she had to sort through how she felt about it all.
She nearly echoed it back. She hadn't been lying to Liam when Thal said she might one day hope to repair the relationship, but it was hard to believe Maea would ever change - that Thal could trust her again - and with how she'd treated Asta... Thal wasn't sure she could be friendly with the same person that had caused her closest friend so much pain, or that she could barely her own heart after it'd been so recently wounded. She was confused more than anything, wishing desperately that the gaping darkness would give her guidance - and knowing it wouldn't.
Pursing her lips, she still kept her head lowered, her curtain of dark hair sacrificing a strand to fall across her face. Thal shrugged her shoulders, sliding her silver-ringed finger over the rim in attempt at disinterest. "That sounds like something you should figure out."
is that it clashes
with a sword.
with a sword.
