Thalassa
The quiet offering just confirms what she knows and Thal feels the anger flare, teeth clenching around the seething words, "Shit. That bastard!"
She'd thought her emotions were overwhelming before, but that had been a different kind of pain, a listlessness that left her aching and mourning the loss of the people who'd been controlling her - who'd crippled her with a noose that she'd gladly worn. Compared to this, it had been a suffocating blanket of Void; and it disgusts her and infuriates her and horrifies her in every way imaginable, the emotions feeling like a cyclone plowing through her mind, ripping away the cobwebs and dampened priorities.
Her eyes open to the bile and nail marks on the floor, fire scorching across the wood to clear the evidence as she lets out an inhuman growl. "They deserve to burn." The flames coil through her fingers, searching for the source of all her pain, but they're gone and she's pissed. Slamming a flaming fist into the floor, Thal tries to push the trembling weakness from her body, her tail lashing out behind her. "I'm such an idiot!"
A blue maelstrom lifts to find Asta - not directed at him, but herself for not having the strength to rip it out on her own. "How did you know? When did you know?" She needs to know how much to apologize for, to know how mortified she should be.
She'd thought her emotions were overwhelming before, but that had been a different kind of pain, a listlessness that left her aching and mourning the loss of the people who'd been controlling her - who'd crippled her with a noose that she'd gladly worn. Compared to this, it had been a suffocating blanket of Void; and it disgusts her and infuriates her and horrifies her in every way imaginable, the emotions feeling like a cyclone plowing through her mind, ripping away the cobwebs and dampened priorities.
Her eyes open to the bile and nail marks on the floor, fire scorching across the wood to clear the evidence as she lets out an inhuman growl. "They deserve to burn." The flames coil through her fingers, searching for the source of all her pain, but they're gone and she's pissed. Slamming a flaming fist into the floor, Thal tries to push the trembling weakness from her body, her tail lashing out behind her. "I'm such an idiot!"
A blue maelstrom lifts to find Asta - not directed at him, but herself for not having the strength to rip it out on her own. "How did you know? When did you know?" She needs to know how much to apologize for, to know how mortified she should be.
Don't ask questions you don't wanna know
Learned my lesson way too long ago
Learned my lesson way too long ago
