And it burns like a gin and I like it,
He moves and Thal thinks she might have finally scared the man off. Maybe he doesn't think he has any skills actually worth her time, or perhaps his pride has just been wounded enough to send him slinking away with his tail tucked between his legs. Not that it matters to her. At least she'll be able to enjoy her drink in peace.
And yet, she senses that he doesn't leave, lingering just in her periphery. Her tail slows, muscles coiling in similar anticipation, never trusting a disgruntled man not to stab her in the literal back. Her free hand charts a path to her daggers, ready to act at the slightest threat.
Luckily, the card thrown on the bar top isn't a threat beyond sticking permanently to the wood.
Her eyes snap to it, recognizing the card from her earlier game - the one she'd stowed in an empty tankard just to piss off the remaining players. The drunks obviously hadn't noticed, but he had, and as the man fades into the crowd with echoed words, hidden beneath the shadow of her hood, a smirk finally pulls at the edge of her lips.
[FIN]
And yet, she senses that he doesn't leave, lingering just in her periphery. Her tail slows, muscles coiling in similar anticipation, never trusting a disgruntled man not to stab her in the literal back. Her free hand charts a path to her daggers, ready to act at the slightest threat.
Luckily, the card thrown on the bar top isn't a threat beyond sticking permanently to the wood.
Her eyes snap to it, recognizing the card from her earlier game - the one she'd stowed in an empty tankard just to piss off the remaining players. The drunks obviously hadn't noticed, but he had, and as the man fades into the crowd with echoed words, hidden beneath the shadow of her hood, a smirk finally pulls at the edge of her lips.
[FIN]
Thalassa
put your lips on my skin and you might ignite it
