- You think that you're the man. I think, therefore, I am. -
The grin wasn't expected, the laughter even less so. It wasn't something people often did when she made an order, something they didn't dare to do in case it sparked her anger, because most of them were smart enough to know that she didn't take disrespect lightly, and she didn't appreciate it when her authority was disregarded. But Damien's knowing look wasn't one of catalogued advantages or planned insubordination, it was almost familiar, like he'd seen this kind of storm and didn't mind smiling into the roaring winds, confident it wouldn't hurt him.
Thal wasn't sure she liked that, her eyes narrowing in preparation for his argument. And yet he agreed, going as far as to make plans and suggest it as another debt in her favor. She wasn't sure she liked that either, wondering what his angle was despite the various pieces of evidence proving his honesty.
Momentarily distracted by the snagging of the leash, her eyes watched as Aria flopped onto her back, exposing the softest fur of her white underbelly. It was an annoyingly adorable motion that put her suspicions on hold as Damien spoke, watching how the tufts of white between her paws didn't stop the needle-sharp tips of her claws from catching the rope fibers, head turning to claim the piece in her ivory teeth where she gnawed happily.
'Make a living' felt like a very civilized way to reference her profession and it nearly had Thal scoffing - but she kept the instinct under wraps, raising an unimpressed eyebrow at his list of suggested capabilities. In explanation, she leveled him with an assessing gaze, this time lingering on muscles and height as means for labor. "I'm the captain of a ship. We could always use extra hands, but it's hard work, and the crew doesn't go easy on polliwogs." Not to add that they were a rambunctious bunch with loose morals.
Thal wasn't sure she liked that, her eyes narrowing in preparation for his argument. And yet he agreed, going as far as to make plans and suggest it as another debt in her favor. She wasn't sure she liked that either, wondering what his angle was despite the various pieces of evidence proving his honesty.
Momentarily distracted by the snagging of the leash, her eyes watched as Aria flopped onto her back, exposing the softest fur of her white underbelly. It was an annoyingly adorable motion that put her suspicions on hold as Damien spoke, watching how the tufts of white between her paws didn't stop the needle-sharp tips of her claws from catching the rope fibers, head turning to claim the piece in her ivory teeth where she gnawed happily.
'Make a living' felt like a very civilized way to reference her profession and it nearly had Thal scoffing - but she kept the instinct under wraps, raising an unimpressed eyebrow at his list of suggested capabilities. In explanation, she leveled him with an assessing gaze, this time lingering on muscles and height as means for labor. "I'm the captain of a ship. We could always use extra hands, but it's hard work, and the crew doesn't go easy on polliwogs." Not to add that they were a rambunctious bunch with loose morals.
Thalassa
- I'm not your friend or anything, damn -
