Her head tilts, blonde hair falling over a shoulder to dangle enticingly over the cleavage peeking from the low cut of her black blouse as he leans closer across the bar. She notes the distance he covers, trying to ascertain exactly how tall he is to manage such a feat. His proximity casts a new light on the darkly charming crookedness of his smile, the scent of cloying smoke, a salt-kissed breeze, and something she can't quite pinpoint mixing with the whiskey she raises casually to her lips.
When she lowers it, there's a measuring look in her eyes, a quirk to her mouth that's reminiscent of laughter. "Too early to tell." She lets her gaze scan the patrons of the bar like she hasn't already dismissed each and every one of them, intentionally lingering on a few so hope might flash through their eyes before she turns disappointedly to the next. Licking a drop of whiskey from her lip, Thal sharpens a smile that drags back to Sunjata like a blade delicately across skin. "There aren't many that can stomach my appetite."
When she lowers it, there's a measuring look in her eyes, a quirk to her mouth that's reminiscent of laughter. "Too early to tell." She lets her gaze scan the patrons of the bar like she hasn't already dismissed each and every one of them, intentionally lingering on a few so hope might flash through their eyes before she turns disappointedly to the next. Licking a drop of whiskey from her lip, Thal sharpens a smile that drags back to Sunjata like a blade delicately across skin. "There aren't many that can stomach my appetite."
we care so much until we don't
Thalassa
