Thalassa
Thal shrugs her shoulders, not really sure how to answer when she's only barely started figuring out who she is, regaining the ground she'd lost while infected. She glares menacingly at her glass, ignoring the way it starts to wobble, ignoring the frustration for a past she doesn't remember, for a naive girl who still haunts her.
Lifting her eyes back to Colt, they snag on the lack of hair again. She's not as subtle this time, leaning heavier against the bar to take some of the strain off her weakening balance. But the answer 'falling in love' snaps her gaze back to Colt's face, finally finding something they can wholeheartedly agree on. She wants to like the woman, to gripe and complain about the stupidity of men and love; but Thal can't quite tear down the walls, can't bare her truth in the same way after having her mistakes scrutinized.
The dare lands with a blink of annoyance, Thal pulling a shot across the counter. Fire erupts across the surface when she raises it to her lips - the ones almost sporting a smirk. "I don't trust you to defrost me." She throws it back, dark hair shifting to show off Colt's long forgotten artwork. It goes down easily, although her head is starting to swim dangerously.
"Did you love Vesper?" The question slips unbidden, morbid curiosity and alcohol driven when the shot glass clinks back against the wood. It's not something she should care about, and she tells herself she doesn't, but it's hard to argue when the words linger between them.
Her tail sways in a confused dance behind her, not quite sure which direction to move as she accepts her own turn with a curt "Truth.
Thal drinks.
She asks if Colt loved Vesper.
Thal picks truth.
Lifting her eyes back to Colt, they snag on the lack of hair again. She's not as subtle this time, leaning heavier against the bar to take some of the strain off her weakening balance. But the answer 'falling in love' snaps her gaze back to Colt's face, finally finding something they can wholeheartedly agree on. She wants to like the woman, to gripe and complain about the stupidity of men and love; but Thal can't quite tear down the walls, can't bare her truth in the same way after having her mistakes scrutinized.
The dare lands with a blink of annoyance, Thal pulling a shot across the counter. Fire erupts across the surface when she raises it to her lips - the ones almost sporting a smirk. "I don't trust you to defrost me." She throws it back, dark hair shifting to show off Colt's long forgotten artwork. It goes down easily, although her head is starting to swim dangerously.
"Did you love Vesper?" The question slips unbidden, morbid curiosity and alcohol driven when the shot glass clinks back against the wood. It's not something she should care about, and she tells herself she doesn't, but it's hard to argue when the words linger between them.
Her tail sways in a confused dance behind her, not quite sure which direction to move as she accepts her own turn with a curt "Truth.
Thal drinks.
She asks if Colt loved Vesper.
Thal picks truth.
Never been the type to
Let someone see right through
Let someone see right through
