Thalassa
Her own horns glint from the glow of the fireplace when she nods her head, her face momentarily casting in shadow. "That's true." She'd been so similar, not caring enough about the Family or their actions to warrant intervention. The personal interactions she'd had gave no indication of their threat beyond a quiet display of power that had always radiated from Pierce. It hadn't scared her, and she was too prideful to be cautious of having it turned on her or anyone she cared about. And that had been her downfall.
Frowning, she watches as Asta selects his next petal and burns it. "But you don't know how it happened." Thal looks up, pausing in their fun to glare up at him. "You should be angry at me." For leaving herself susceptible and practically tempting fate for reasons that she now sees were pointless to begin with.
She snags another petal, placing it in the palm of her hand so she can glare at something other than Asta, who didn't deserve her frustrations. "I might not have asked Pierce to do it, but I was stupid, too confident, too blind, too naive." The last word has her crushing the petal in her fist, a sort of quiet self-loathing mixing with her hatred for the Family. A small plume of smoke puffs from her hand, flakes of ash falling when she opens it.
Sharp fangs peek through her lips as if she's trying to be angry for the both of them. "I shouldn't have been in that position to begin with and I shouldn't have put you through that."
Frowning, she watches as Asta selects his next petal and burns it. "But you don't know how it happened." Thal looks up, pausing in their fun to glare up at him. "You should be angry at me." For leaving herself susceptible and practically tempting fate for reasons that she now sees were pointless to begin with.
She snags another petal, placing it in the palm of her hand so she can glare at something other than Asta, who didn't deserve her frustrations. "I might not have asked Pierce to do it, but I was stupid, too confident, too blind, too naive." The last word has her crushing the petal in her fist, a sort of quiet self-loathing mixing with her hatred for the Family. A small plume of smoke puffs from her hand, flakes of ash falling when she opens it.
Sharp fangs peek through her lips as if she's trying to be angry for the both of them. "I shouldn't have been in that position to begin with and I shouldn't have put you through that."
Don't ask questions you don't wanna know
Learned my lesson way too long ago
Learned my lesson way too long ago
