Thalassa
At the thought of an enchanted fireplace, Thal glances towards her own, annoyed at the idea of someone invading her space and never leaving. Her nose wrinkles as she shakes her head. "I doubt it. I can't imagine it's something people want." To have a living flame moan and groan about not getting enough firewood or - gods forbid - attention. It sounds worse than having a child. She would prefer hell.
Thal doesn't miss the relief in his eyes, the sigh sounding louder in the quiet space. Her own emotions are mixed, wanting desperately to hurt Pierce in all the ways he hurt her, but knowing that she would probably die in the process - knowing she would rather die than go through it all again. And yet she can't hide the itch of violence and bloodlust, her grin sharper with the knowledge that he can't touch her anymore. "Don't look too upset about it." Her chuckle is dark and smoky like danger on the horizon, glad he can share in her hatred. "Maybe I'll close my eyes and just rip away." If she thinks really hard about it, she just might be able to feel Pierce's skin beneath her fangs.
She can't stop the following laugh that bursts forth, surprised that he has the gall to bargain for his reward but not bothered in the slightest by his request. "Absolutely. I'll take you hunting whenever and wherever you want for the next year." It still doesn't feel like enough, and she makes note to avoid racking up more of a debt, even if he doesn't consider it as such. "If all goes well, maybe Danta could join, too." There's the unspoken fear of what she'd do if things don't go well, but she'll worry about that more when Asta isn't here.
Thal doesn't miss the relief in his eyes, the sigh sounding louder in the quiet space. Her own emotions are mixed, wanting desperately to hurt Pierce in all the ways he hurt her, but knowing that she would probably die in the process - knowing she would rather die than go through it all again. And yet she can't hide the itch of violence and bloodlust, her grin sharper with the knowledge that he can't touch her anymore. "Don't look too upset about it." Her chuckle is dark and smoky like danger on the horizon, glad he can share in her hatred. "Maybe I'll close my eyes and just rip away." If she thinks really hard about it, she just might be able to feel Pierce's skin beneath her fangs.
She can't stop the following laugh that bursts forth, surprised that he has the gall to bargain for his reward but not bothered in the slightest by his request. "Absolutely. I'll take you hunting whenever and wherever you want for the next year." It still doesn't feel like enough, and she makes note to avoid racking up more of a debt, even if he doesn't consider it as such. "If all goes well, maybe Danta could join, too." There's the unspoken fear of what she'd do if things don't go well, but she'll worry about that more when Asta isn't here.
Don't ask questions you don't wanna know
Learned my lesson way too long ago
Learned my lesson way too long ago
