You are not alone
The contact is timid, the hesitancy clear in the hover of his hand. While her own hand is small yet surprisingly rough from years of working the ship, she can feel Liam's soldierly callouses through the brush of contact. She doesn't pay any mind to the dry skin or transferring of heat. Her mind latches onto the invisible thread that forms between them, a bridge which she can reach across. Letting her eyes rest on the place they touch as if she can see the magic, Thal draws on the connection.
If anyone were to call her 'gentle,' the Captain would scoff and show them how 'gently' she can bury her dagger beneath their skin, however, Liam has offered her something willingly despite the apprehension singing through every muscle of his body. So when Thal begins to siphon his energy, it's not with the force of ripping out a heart as she'd used in Rae's Fingers, it's with the slow ease of a claw drawn delicately across skin, splitting it only enough to see a small trickle of red blood follow its path.
Tension falls from her shoulders, her breath deepening as a thin haze of healing spreads across her body. Pain weakens first, the burn of her wounds dampening as new skin begins to form in the deepest sections. The blue of her eyes darkens before she can hide it, the briefest moment of relief as her eyelashes flutter against the multi-colored bruise that softens to a smudge along her cheekbone.
By the time she stops, only a few seconds have passed. Her tail moves slower behind her, the sharpness of her features relaxing without the edge of pain when she looks to Liam. Swallowing, she blinks her humor and defenses back into place, raising an expectant brow to hear his analysis.
If anyone were to call her 'gentle,' the Captain would scoff and show them how 'gently' she can bury her dagger beneath their skin, however, Liam has offered her something willingly despite the apprehension singing through every muscle of his body. So when Thal begins to siphon his energy, it's not with the force of ripping out a heart as she'd used in Rae's Fingers, it's with the slow ease of a claw drawn delicately across skin, splitting it only enough to see a small trickle of red blood follow its path.
Tension falls from her shoulders, her breath deepening as a thin haze of healing spreads across her body. Pain weakens first, the burn of her wounds dampening as new skin begins to form in the deepest sections. The blue of her eyes darkens before she can hide it, the briefest moment of relief as her eyelashes flutter against the multi-colored bruise that softens to a smudge along her cheekbone.
By the time she stops, only a few seconds have passed. Her tail moves slower behind her, the sharpness of her features relaxing without the edge of pain when she looks to Liam. Swallowing, she blinks her humor and defenses back into place, raising an expectant brow to hear his analysis.
- Thalassa -
You are not unknown
