Thalassa
Her eyes roll at his extremely nefarious motive - quite certain Danta means more to him than just a heating source - but a smirk remains glued to her lips. "That's what fireplaces are for - and they don't manipulate or say cruel things." She says it with a light playfulness, but there's too much weight for her words, too much history, too much hurt that she pushes deep down with a shrug as she pours herself another glass. "Sounds like a better deal to me." Although, as the nights get colder and the silence creeps in, Thal might have difficulty admitting that the lifeless flickering of light is strong enough to stand against the heartless chill or the emboldened shadows seeking their own companionship.
Until then, Thal stands by her words, grateful at least to have Asta as a friend during her affliction, to be able to share in her anger after it all. If only they could direct it at Pierce and his bulging muscles. She plucks another petal at the thought, tearing it in half before lighting each on fire. "Too bad he sounded fairly certain they weren't coming back. I had some gifts of my own in mind." Her venomous tone suggests that one of them might be an unmedicated castration with a rusty, serrated knife, and she's quite disappointed that he'll never get a chance to receive the thoughtful gesture.
Pouring herself some more alcohol - it had been unsurprisingly bourbon - Thal nods her head at the dull Rose that has become a stump with a single red appendage waving like a flag of surrender. "The honor of the last petal is yours. It's the least I can offer for all your hard work these last few months." Her smile is easy and the sentiment sincere, knowing she's only added to his difficulties this season.
Until then, Thal stands by her words, grateful at least to have Asta as a friend during her affliction, to be able to share in her anger after it all. If only they could direct it at Pierce and his bulging muscles. She plucks another petal at the thought, tearing it in half before lighting each on fire. "Too bad he sounded fairly certain they weren't coming back. I had some gifts of my own in mind." Her venomous tone suggests that one of them might be an unmedicated castration with a rusty, serrated knife, and she's quite disappointed that he'll never get a chance to receive the thoughtful gesture.
Pouring herself some more alcohol - it had been unsurprisingly bourbon - Thal nods her head at the dull Rose that has become a stump with a single red appendage waving like a flag of surrender. "The honor of the last petal is yours. It's the least I can offer for all your hard work these last few months." Her smile is easy and the sentiment sincere, knowing she's only added to his difficulties this season.
Don't ask questions you don't wanna know
Learned my lesson way too long ago
Learned my lesson way too long ago
