When you close your eyes, do you picture me?
Her eyes drag to where the figure flickers away, fingers still gripped against the counter as she calms the heat of her blood. She doesn't catch more than shifting features, a sense that she can't quite place, one that becomes more obvious with the answer Asta gives her. "Frey, huh?"
But Thal doesn't get a chance to respond, the party seeming to dissipate into secluded couples that she's not inclined to follow or intrude on. It leaves her with only a few people, including Charlie who looks more starved than she is, although perhaps not in the same way. Still, company is company, and Thal flicks her tail, propping a hand on her hip as she asks the priestess, "Should we go find our own cake? It seems everyone else is busy, and I was actually looking forward to something sweet."
But Thal doesn't get a chance to respond, the party seeming to dissipate into secluded couples that she's not inclined to follow or intrude on. It leaves her with only a few people, including Charlie who looks more starved than she is, although perhaps not in the same way. Still, company is company, and Thal flicks her tail, propping a hand on her hip as she asks the priestess, "Should we go find our own cake? It seems everyone else is busy, and I was actually looking forward to something sweet."
Thalassa
When you fantasize, am I your fantasy?
