Thalassa
Amidst the relief and gratitude and returning emotions, there's the dark blemish of her actions. Asta isn't harsh in his reprimand, but she can feel the importance of what he asks, the depth of his feelings for the Maverick - and Thal can't bring herself to fail him again. She answers with a nod, swallowing some of the nerves that rise with the weight of expectation, the knowledge that she needs to succeed. The men are too closely entwined for her to hurt one without hurting the other, and she never wants to bring Asta harm.
She's lingering on quiet thoughts of amends when a single name is cutting through, slashing any peace or calm from her. The reason for all her pain and frustrations. Just hearing his name pulls a sneer to her lips, her eyes falling to the necklace that hangs reverently against her throat like some token of love lost. It makes her feel sick again.
A string of colorful, spitting curses leaves her mouth. "I forgot about this stupid thing." Tugging violently at the pendant, she rips it from her neck, ignoring the pain that laces the top of her spine with the force of it. Her fingers turn white with the strength of her grasp, wishing she could turn it to dust with a thought. "I'm not sure I can make fire strong enough to melt this shit. Maybe I'll throw it in Apopo or somewhere in the Climb." Wherever she manages to dispose of the cursed object, it won't be here, and she can feel the bile rising in her throat just holding it in her hand.
Scoffing, she throws it hastily at the lid of her chest with an echoing thud. Thal shakes her hand like she might rid it of the oily sensation. "For now, I guess the Rose will have to do." She pauses to grin sharply up at Asta. "Want to take turn lighting petals on fire?" He deserves to enjoy the fun after all the work he's put in.
She's lingering on quiet thoughts of amends when a single name is cutting through, slashing any peace or calm from her. The reason for all her pain and frustrations. Just hearing his name pulls a sneer to her lips, her eyes falling to the necklace that hangs reverently against her throat like some token of love lost. It makes her feel sick again.
A string of colorful, spitting curses leaves her mouth. "I forgot about this stupid thing." Tugging violently at the pendant, she rips it from her neck, ignoring the pain that laces the top of her spine with the force of it. Her fingers turn white with the strength of her grasp, wishing she could turn it to dust with a thought. "I'm not sure I can make fire strong enough to melt this shit. Maybe I'll throw it in Apopo or somewhere in the Climb." Wherever she manages to dispose of the cursed object, it won't be here, and she can feel the bile rising in her throat just holding it in her hand.
Scoffing, she throws it hastily at the lid of her chest with an echoing thud. Thal shakes her hand like she might rid it of the oily sensation. "For now, I guess the Rose will have to do." She pauses to grin sharply up at Asta. "Want to take turn lighting petals on fire?" He deserves to enjoy the fun after all the work he's put in.
Don't ask questions you don't wanna know
Learned my lesson way too long ago
Learned my lesson way too long ago
