Thalassa
The problem
with wearing a dress
with wearing a dress
It was baffling how quickly they seemed to slip back into old arguments, like nothing had changed. That sparking hope was thoroughly smothered, exhaustion taking it's place. Thal shook her head in response, slowly running her finger over the glass she still had yet to drink. "I'm not sure you've ever understood what I meant, Maea, because I've never once said you - as a person - were not good enough. Don't put words in my mouth to justify your own inability to accept yourself - to make yourself the victim in everything." Whether it was Maea's death that she'd had no control over or the way there was no remorse for Asta's wounds, Thal had long since realized that the Ancient would find any obscure line of reasoning that made her blameless, even if it hurt 'friends' in the process. She opened her mouth to say more, but what else was there to say that she hadn't already said?
The woman's calm, peaceful, and almost self-satisfied demeanor made it all the worse, like Maea thought she'd matured when it was obvious that no progress had been made. It was sad and frustrating and baffling enough that she was relieved when the conversation didn't continue.
Sensing the woman's departure, Thal gently pushed the untouched glass across the tabletop, no longer in the mood to drag out her presence at the stifling party. Her preparations were only interrupted by Maea's sudden silence, drawing her attention to the red petals sprouting from the ground.
She recoiled, her body thrown back in a single moment of unexplained fear. Thal had seen a Rose before - she'd helped Maea find one to 'redeem' herself - but there was such a dangerous and ominous energy surrounding this one that she couldn't be certain it was the same plant. The alcohol fled her system in a moment, leaving her every nerve on high alert, her heart pounding so fast that it drowned out the sound of the party. It seemed absurd to her when the pale Ancient was lunging for the flower like she was worried it might escape when Thal wanted nothing more than to escape its presence.
Through the clench of her teeth, she ground out a threat, low and commanding, "Move, Maea. We need to burn that." She took a step forward, tense and ready to strike in order to eliminate the threat that loomed.
The woman's calm, peaceful, and almost self-satisfied demeanor made it all the worse, like Maea thought she'd matured when it was obvious that no progress had been made. It was sad and frustrating and baffling enough that she was relieved when the conversation didn't continue.
Sensing the woman's departure, Thal gently pushed the untouched glass across the tabletop, no longer in the mood to drag out her presence at the stifling party. Her preparations were only interrupted by Maea's sudden silence, drawing her attention to the red petals sprouting from the ground.
She recoiled, her body thrown back in a single moment of unexplained fear. Thal had seen a Rose before - she'd helped Maea find one to 'redeem' herself - but there was such a dangerous and ominous energy surrounding this one that she couldn't be certain it was the same plant. The alcohol fled her system in a moment, leaving her every nerve on high alert, her heart pounding so fast that it drowned out the sound of the party. It seemed absurd to her when the pale Ancient was lunging for the flower like she was worried it might escape when Thal wanted nothing more than to escape its presence.
Through the clench of her teeth, she ground out a threat, low and commanding, "Move, Maea. We need to burn that." She took a step forward, tense and ready to strike in order to eliminate the threat that loomed.
is that it clashes
with a sword.
with a sword.
