Thalassa
It might be a good thing that Colt puts some distance between them, Thal's temper turning sharper with every word of judgement. Her tail snaps against the wood of a nearby barstool, sharp enough to accent the hiss of her seething words. "You wouldn't understand." No one can because Thal refuses to be honest with herself about it, to investigate how she might as well have asked Pierce to infect her, how she'd rather jump into the pit of chaos than face her feelings.
Not even Colt's loss makes her feel better, a sourness coating her mouth that the alcohol hasn't washed down yet, but the proposition flares like a beacon of chaos, strong enough to be fueled by her anger. It's enough to make her stay, the punishment too enticing to pass up as she looks to the woman. "Fine." The wicked grin on her face doesn't pretend to be nice, a bitter venom there that leaves no illusion of sweetness. "I'll try not to cut something I shouldn't."
Before Colt can regret her suggestion, Thal reaches for a dagger on her hip, the blade sliding easily from its sheath while she props herself on top of a nearby stool. She grabs at the blonde tresses with slightly more force than necessary, pulling them taught to slide the knife through the strands. A few people nearby gape at them, watching with each cut as golden hair falls to the floor. The blade slides dangerously close to the skin at times, pressing into the surface without breaking through as she strips away the beautifully blonde curls until there's nothing left. Her hands move with precision despite the alcohol that nearly has her wobbling off the stool, showcasing her familiarity with the weapon.
When Thal leans away from her work to see the unflattering shorn hair and byproducts scattering the floor, she almost feels guilty, her gaze sliding towards her glass as she downs another large swig. She props her elbow on the counter, finally slipping her dagger back onto her hip, some of the anger filing away with it. Pursing her lips, her tone loses some of its bite, leaving a muted pain veiled in a thrown accusation. "Anything else you want to hear? Maybe another life choice you'd like to criticize?"
Thal chooses to shave Colt's hair with her dagger.
She then chooses 'truth.'
Not even Colt's loss makes her feel better, a sourness coating her mouth that the alcohol hasn't washed down yet, but the proposition flares like a beacon of chaos, strong enough to be fueled by her anger. It's enough to make her stay, the punishment too enticing to pass up as she looks to the woman. "Fine." The wicked grin on her face doesn't pretend to be nice, a bitter venom there that leaves no illusion of sweetness. "I'll try not to cut something I shouldn't."
Before Colt can regret her suggestion, Thal reaches for a dagger on her hip, the blade sliding easily from its sheath while she props herself on top of a nearby stool. She grabs at the blonde tresses with slightly more force than necessary, pulling them taught to slide the knife through the strands. A few people nearby gape at them, watching with each cut as golden hair falls to the floor. The blade slides dangerously close to the skin at times, pressing into the surface without breaking through as she strips away the beautifully blonde curls until there's nothing left. Her hands move with precision despite the alcohol that nearly has her wobbling off the stool, showcasing her familiarity with the weapon.
When Thal leans away from her work to see the unflattering shorn hair and byproducts scattering the floor, she almost feels guilty, her gaze sliding towards her glass as she downs another large swig. She props her elbow on the counter, finally slipping her dagger back onto her hip, some of the anger filing away with it. Pursing her lips, her tone loses some of its bite, leaving a muted pain veiled in a thrown accusation. "Anything else you want to hear? Maybe another life choice you'd like to criticize?"
Thal chooses to shave Colt's hair with her dagger.
She then chooses 'truth.'
Never been the type to
Let someone see right through
Let someone see right through
