Told you not to worry, but maybe that's a lie
The sigh is heavy with exhaustion, so similar to that last expression he'd worn. It hits harder this time, unfiltered by the haze of infection, layered by the words that have her freezing, mouth gaping like he might have said she'd grown another tail or set of eyes. The grip of her fingers alters the man's screams to something warbled and pathetic before she throws him to the ground.
"Excuse me?" Her number of apologies may have tripled in the last few weeks, but Vesper isn't someone she'd ever consider worthy of hearing the precious words from her lips, not after he'd ripped and tore at her for the fun of it. Thal throws the words as he ignores her, seething at the pure audacity he has. "You think I owe you an apology?" She knows he's stronger - hates herself for recognizing it - but she wants to punch him so bad right now, to force him to see her as something other than a worthless piece of trash that he'd grown tired of having to look at, because even with the infection gone, she can't forget the disgust on his face and the way it had cracked something in her.
Grinding her teeth, she doesn't stop the chilling bite that enters her tone, fangs flashing in the low light of the fires. "Enlighten me, because I sure as hell have no clue what I did to deserve how you treated me." She finally slams her boot into the man's skull, tired of hearing his screams mix with the high-pitched whistle of her anger. He goes silent, leaving her laser focus on Vesper, daring him to turn his back again.
"Excuse me?" Her number of apologies may have tripled in the last few weeks, but Vesper isn't someone she'd ever consider worthy of hearing the precious words from her lips, not after he'd ripped and tore at her for the fun of it. Thal throws the words as he ignores her, seething at the pure audacity he has. "You think I owe you an apology?" She knows he's stronger - hates herself for recognizing it - but she wants to punch him so bad right now, to force him to see her as something other than a worthless piece of trash that he'd grown tired of having to look at, because even with the infection gone, she can't forget the disgust on his face and the way it had cracked something in her.
Grinding her teeth, she doesn't stop the chilling bite that enters her tone, fangs flashing in the low light of the fires. "Enlighten me, because I sure as hell have no clue what I did to deserve how you treated me." She finally slams her boot into the man's skull, tired of hearing his screams mix with the high-pitched whistle of her anger. He goes silent, leaving her laser focus on Vesper, daring him to turn his back again.
Thalassa
Honey, what's your hurry? Won't you stay inside?
