Thalassa
Appreciative of his shared disgust, the sharp nod of her head makes the decision final, already plotting her new trip to the Climb to purge herself of these damning reminders. "Good point, although it'll probably haunt me either way." She adds the last part as a grumble, shooting another glare at the pendant that peeks menacingly from her chest, a collar that she'd practically begged Pierce to leave her, one that had stained her pride.
But she's content with the knowledge that it will soon be obliterated, choosing to relish in the destruction at her fingertips. Her grin pulls up a little higher, watching as Asta snags the first petal. "I suppose not." When it goes up in flames, curling into ash, something seems to heal in her, a satisfaction that reminds her that it's over - she's free. Her heart beats a little harder, a pin being removed from the stiff stitching of her spine. It's easier to breathe, to think through the onslaught of information that's been released.
Reaching forward, she lifts one of the fragile petals that had somehow held enough magic to cure her. Thal inspects the dull red, a small frown on her lips as she pauses, head angling in a very feline movement. "Aren't you curious? Or angry?" At her? The blue in her eyes is cautious, but otherwise insistent when she looks up at him. She slowly heats her fingers to send a crawling smolder through the velvet, consuming the petal in a ring of glowing ash. "About any of it?"
But she's content with the knowledge that it will soon be obliterated, choosing to relish in the destruction at her fingertips. Her grin pulls up a little higher, watching as Asta snags the first petal. "I suppose not." When it goes up in flames, curling into ash, something seems to heal in her, a satisfaction that reminds her that it's over - she's free. Her heart beats a little harder, a pin being removed from the stiff stitching of her spine. It's easier to breathe, to think through the onslaught of information that's been released.
Reaching forward, she lifts one of the fragile petals that had somehow held enough magic to cure her. Thal inspects the dull red, a small frown on her lips as she pauses, head angling in a very feline movement. "Aren't you curious? Or angry?" At her? The blue in her eyes is cautious, but otherwise insistent when she looks up at him. She slowly heats her fingers to send a crawling smolder through the velvet, consuming the petal in a ring of glowing ash. "About any of it?"
Don't ask questions you don't wanna know
Learned my lesson way too long ago
Learned my lesson way too long ago
