Thal is no stranger to death - mainly causing it - but she's also not eager to imagine theirs, no matter how hypothetical it might be. Her laughter is sarcastic, dark with humor as her fangs flash. "Let's hope so." If she has any say in it, she'd die a quick death on a hunt or buried beneath the waves in a storm.
Her face scrunches at the description, tail flicking sharply to imagine what it must have been like. She immediately pictures Asta glowing from the inside, fizzing like champagne in his veins, and she hates the idea. "That does not sound pleasant." Thal makes a mental note to avoid the goddess, not that it should be hard for her to do.
As for Frey, she spares Asta a knowing look that drips with more sarcasm. "Oh, I'm sure it was great for you." No one had missed the couple's departure. She tries not to let any jealousy show, shrugging her shoulders as she flips the page on her book. "Maybe I'll like them more next time." When she has an outlet of her own for all the pent-up desire. With nowhere for it to go, all she'd earned was frustration.
Much like reading books for hours on end.
Tapping her foot in the air, Thal scans another page. Her lips are slightly pursed, tired concentration making her gaze sharp across the paper when she asks, "What else do we still need?" Flowers, goddesses, and outfits aside, she's not sure what else a wedding requires, and despite the love and support she holds for her friend, she's starting to lose stamina quickly.
Her face scrunches at the description, tail flicking sharply to imagine what it must have been like. She immediately pictures Asta glowing from the inside, fizzing like champagne in his veins, and she hates the idea. "That does not sound pleasant." Thal makes a mental note to avoid the goddess, not that it should be hard for her to do.
As for Frey, she spares Asta a knowing look that drips with more sarcasm. "Oh, I'm sure it was great for you." No one had missed the couple's departure. She tries not to let any jealousy show, shrugging her shoulders as she flips the page on her book. "Maybe I'll like them more next time." When she has an outlet of her own for all the pent-up desire. With nowhere for it to go, all she'd earned was frustration.
Much like reading books for hours on end.
Tapping her foot in the air, Thal scans another page. Her lips are slightly pursed, tired concentration making her gaze sharp across the paper when she asks, "What else do we still need?" Flowers, goddesses, and outfits aside, she's not sure what else a wedding requires, and despite the love and support she holds for her friend, she's starting to lose stamina quickly.
I just want you to set me free.
Thalassa
