Contemplatin', beg your pardon
Something warm and ancient touches her nose, mixed with the copper scent of blood as Charlie appears like a flicker of rosy firelight through red and yellow stained glass. Thal doesn't startle or balk but leans slightly back and blinks to adjust her vision, taking in the static hum of the woman's bubbly energy like she would a blinding light. The bright chime of her voice rings in Thal's ears, musical in a way that's surprisingly pleasant for the early morning, the alcohol not yet amplifying the sound.
She takes a second to absorb it all, the bouncing blonde curls and beaming smile. Charlie is exactly what she'd expected, friendly and boisterous in all the ways she isn't, and yet moving with a dangerous carelessness that Thal knows not to underestimate, that she respects. Even the silly little wave of her fingers is a reminder, Charlie wearing the blood like some people might wear rings. It's a fashion choice Thal can get behind, one she regrets not adding to her own black ensemble today. She nearly smirks at the thought, the motion unusually tempted by the high still thrumming her veins, only amplified by the guarantee from others that she'd get along with this woman who feels very much her opposite.
Tilting her head, Thal gives a fleeting shrug of her shoulders, not quite surprised that Charlie knows of her considering their connections with Asta and Danta. Instead, she agrees, "It's surprising we haven't until now." Her eyes shimmer, a stormy blue that highlights the amusement threatening to break into a smile as they flicker to the blood. "Did I interrupt something?"
She takes a second to absorb it all, the bouncing blonde curls and beaming smile. Charlie is exactly what she'd expected, friendly and boisterous in all the ways she isn't, and yet moving with a dangerous carelessness that Thal knows not to underestimate, that she respects. Even the silly little wave of her fingers is a reminder, Charlie wearing the blood like some people might wear rings. It's a fashion choice Thal can get behind, one she regrets not adding to her own black ensemble today. She nearly smirks at the thought, the motion unusually tempted by the high still thrumming her veins, only amplified by the guarantee from others that she'd get along with this woman who feels very much her opposite.
Tilting her head, Thal gives a fleeting shrug of her shoulders, not quite surprised that Charlie knows of her considering their connections with Asta and Danta. Instead, she agrees, "It's surprising we haven't until now." Her eyes shimmer, a stormy blue that highlights the amusement threatening to break into a smile as they flicker to the blood. "Did I interrupt something?"
Thalassa
But there's a part of me that recognizes you
