She gets a lungful of smokey salt air as he leans forward, the words he utters sparking a smirk of approval. He still has to prove it, but she might just believe it from the easy way he enters her space, the way he doesn't shy away from the challenge. She likes that.
With her agreement cast between them, Thal watches him down the last of his liquor, following suit with equal skill and ease - even if it has slightly more effect on her smaller stature. She waits for him to push off, eyes trailing before she moves with a casually prowling grace after him. There's no talking or gentlemanly niceties about the way he leads, just a quiet confidence of where to go and how to act, like he's done it a million times before. The silence is almost better, the smallest bit of anticipation beginning to settle in her gut while she pretends to be interested in the various doors.
But when Sunjata steps just inside a door on the second floor, Thal's attention is fully on him. She slows her stride to something unhurried and darkly sultry. As she walks past, her eyes linger on him, a low blaze glowing as she flashes a dangerous smile. "Anything, huh?" Her tail brushes against him, just a fleeting, suggestive invitation as she moves into the space, turning her back to him as she takes it in.
At first it flickers, color rippling uncertainly around the room. It shifts to blue then red then a deep black, shadowy outlines solidifying and fading away like it can't quite decide what to be. The sound of ocean waves and crackling flames clash softly in the distance, a crack of lightning punctuating the low din of chaos in a roaring crescendo before it all settles into a potent silence. The shadows darken when the low light of sconces appear along the brick stone walls. The smell of smoke and ash permeate the thick heat of the air, but there's no fire to be seen, a salty breeze brushing the tips of her blonde hair without any windows to break the rough textures of the walls. A lone desk and chair sit beneath one of the few sconces, a wardrobe in the back flickering in and out of the light, a small nightstand one each side of the room's focal point: a single bed filling the center of the room, inelegant and sturdy like all the other furniture in the room, fit with deep red sheets and a large black chest at the end, hiding what she can only assume contains the depths of her darkest imagination.
Raising an eyebrow, Thal steps farther inside, boots silent against the wooden floorboards, tail moving in sync with the swing of her hips, deciding with a subtle dip of her head that the space would work. Then she turns, pinning Sunjata with a torrent of blue that dares to ask whether she has to make the first move.
With her agreement cast between them, Thal watches him down the last of his liquor, following suit with equal skill and ease - even if it has slightly more effect on her smaller stature. She waits for him to push off, eyes trailing before she moves with a casually prowling grace after him. There's no talking or gentlemanly niceties about the way he leads, just a quiet confidence of where to go and how to act, like he's done it a million times before. The silence is almost better, the smallest bit of anticipation beginning to settle in her gut while she pretends to be interested in the various doors.
But when Sunjata steps just inside a door on the second floor, Thal's attention is fully on him. She slows her stride to something unhurried and darkly sultry. As she walks past, her eyes linger on him, a low blaze glowing as she flashes a dangerous smile. "Anything, huh?" Her tail brushes against him, just a fleeting, suggestive invitation as she moves into the space, turning her back to him as she takes it in.
At first it flickers, color rippling uncertainly around the room. It shifts to blue then red then a deep black, shadowy outlines solidifying and fading away like it can't quite decide what to be. The sound of ocean waves and crackling flames clash softly in the distance, a crack of lightning punctuating the low din of chaos in a roaring crescendo before it all settles into a potent silence. The shadows darken when the low light of sconces appear along the brick stone walls. The smell of smoke and ash permeate the thick heat of the air, but there's no fire to be seen, a salty breeze brushing the tips of her blonde hair without any windows to break the rough textures of the walls. A lone desk and chair sit beneath one of the few sconces, a wardrobe in the back flickering in and out of the light, a small nightstand one each side of the room's focal point: a single bed filling the center of the room, inelegant and sturdy like all the other furniture in the room, fit with deep red sheets and a large black chest at the end, hiding what she can only assume contains the depths of her darkest imagination.
Raising an eyebrow, Thal steps farther inside, boots silent against the wooden floorboards, tail moving in sync with the swing of her hips, deciding with a subtle dip of her head that the space would work. Then she turns, pinning Sunjata with a torrent of blue that dares to ask whether she has to make the first move.
we care so much until we don't
Thalassa
