You are not alone
Her head cocked to the side, dark horns parting her blonde hair as she raised an eyebrow. "And yet I still look better than you." There was a hint of her playful mischief, the smallest musical lilt in her tone that wasn't all harmless teasing, the softest glow of danger flickering in the blue of her eyes.
Thal still hadn't decided if Liam was a friend or foe, their relationship too twisted and painted in purple for her to determine whether he was the kind of person she'd let get away with insults or prodding comments, or whether he was someone she'd joke with when she'd dragged him into the depths of hell with her. No matter how much he claimed to have absolved her of blame, she refused to let it all go.
His question was met with a shrug of her shoulders, her arm dangling the glass as she moved to take another sip of bourbon. "Ursur." It wasn't a lie, although she failed to elaborate that the ursur was a man and the man was someone who'd hurt her while she was infected. That part of the truth didn't matter, not when her wounds were those of someone mauled by teeth and claws and Liam was someone she didn't feel inclined to explain herself to.
"You?" She didn't look at him when she asked the question. Not at first. Her eyes lingered on her liquor, pausing to enjoy the flavor of it - and definitely not to give him privacy - before they drifted back to him, waiting.
Thal still hadn't decided if Liam was a friend or foe, their relationship too twisted and painted in purple for her to determine whether he was the kind of person she'd let get away with insults or prodding comments, or whether he was someone she'd joke with when she'd dragged him into the depths of hell with her. No matter how much he claimed to have absolved her of blame, she refused to let it all go.
His question was met with a shrug of her shoulders, her arm dangling the glass as she moved to take another sip of bourbon. "Ursur." It wasn't a lie, although she failed to elaborate that the ursur was a man and the man was someone who'd hurt her while she was infected. That part of the truth didn't matter, not when her wounds were those of someone mauled by teeth and claws and Liam was someone she didn't feel inclined to explain herself to.
"You?" She didn't look at him when she asked the question. Not at first. Her eyes lingered on her liquor, pausing to enjoy the flavor of it - and definitely not to give him privacy - before they drifted back to him, waiting.
- Thalassa -
You are not unknown
