Thalassa
The problem
with wearing a dress
with wearing a dress
Again, words put into her mouth, intentions and actions misinterpreted, her disinterest and lack of willingness to validate Maea's overcomplication of everything leaving Thal as the villain - the heartless monster who couldn't do anything right. It hurt more than it did before, the violet buffer not there to absorb the brunt of the assault on her character, the lash of the woman's tongue and the disgust in her eyes.
She hadn't wanted a fight tonight. She'd wanted a night of complete anonymity, a night where she might forget all the pain and emptiness inside. Yet everyone seemed intent on digging their fingers into her wounds, ripping them wider so all could see and it sucked.
As Maea finished and Thal pushed the glass forward, she let out low huff of air that most would mistaken for exasperation. "Or maybe, you could just leave me alone - like you said you would." She only looked up again when the rush began, all sense of pity rushing from her in a wave of adrenaline.
Baring her fangs, Thal watched as Maea clutched the Rose to her chest, not bothering to heed the warning. "You never listen to me."
There was little logic in the knowledge that the flower needed to be destroyed - not even distance would make her feel safe from whatever horrendous power it possessed. It was anger and fear and desperation that had her reaching forward, not an ounce of hesitation in her quick movements. She knew it wouldn't hurt Maea - which she found somewhat unfortunate - when the flames licked from her fingers and towards the flower hidden within the fabric, starving for the red petals that would crisp into ash.
Thal lunges and tries to burn the Rose with her fire (through Maea's costume).
Scorch (Ancient): Can generate and manipulate flames within a 30ft radius, pulling heat from the environment or their own body.
Type: Dark | Rank: Mastered | Cost: Action
She hadn't wanted a fight tonight. She'd wanted a night of complete anonymity, a night where she might forget all the pain and emptiness inside. Yet everyone seemed intent on digging their fingers into her wounds, ripping them wider so all could see and it sucked.
As Maea finished and Thal pushed the glass forward, she let out low huff of air that most would mistaken for exasperation. "Or maybe, you could just leave me alone - like you said you would." She only looked up again when the rush began, all sense of pity rushing from her in a wave of adrenaline.
Baring her fangs, Thal watched as Maea clutched the Rose to her chest, not bothering to heed the warning. "You never listen to me."
There was little logic in the knowledge that the flower needed to be destroyed - not even distance would make her feel safe from whatever horrendous power it possessed. It was anger and fear and desperation that had her reaching forward, not an ounce of hesitation in her quick movements. She knew it wouldn't hurt Maea - which she found somewhat unfortunate - when the flames licked from her fingers and towards the flower hidden within the fabric, starving for the red petals that would crisp into ash.
Thal lunges and tries to burn the Rose with her fire (through Maea's costume).
Scorch (Ancient): Can generate and manipulate flames within a 30ft radius, pulling heat from the environment or their own body.
Type: Dark | Rank: Mastered | Cost: Action
is that it clashes
with a sword.
with a sword.
