Fool me once, fool me twice
Are you death or paradise?
Are you death or paradise?
Her eyes rolls, glad that he finds it funny. Time has allowed her to see some of the humor in it, but a chill still tingles along her spine just thinking of his voice in her mind, the way she'd taunted him and the ultimate outcome only months later when she'd been possessed by the infection.
Doing her best to ignore the lovely reminder she'd brought on herself, she pushes out a huff of forced laughter. "Anyone would've wanted to join in - and if he were anyone else - " Thal shrugs her shoulders, giving Asta a wicked grin that's a little more genuine when she recalls the rest of that sexcapade. Then the disgust reappears with a vengeance, her fangs bared at the thought of Vox being the third. "But I would've slit my own throat first."
She accepts the refill, nodding her passionate agreement before taking a long sip of her whiskey in hopes of washing the taste from her mouth - or the taint from her memory.
Looking up at the lightning, a smile slips back onto her face, equally playful in its demeanor. "I'll wait patiently for your response." As patient as the lightning that snaps across the sky.
Thal tilts her head back, blinking when the light flashes over them, just enjoying the echoes of thunder and silence for a moment before asking, "Any plans for Danta's birthday?"
Doing her best to ignore the lovely reminder she'd brought on herself, she pushes out a huff of forced laughter. "Anyone would've wanted to join in - and if he were anyone else - " Thal shrugs her shoulders, giving Asta a wicked grin that's a little more genuine when she recalls the rest of that sexcapade. Then the disgust reappears with a vengeance, her fangs bared at the thought of Vox being the third. "But I would've slit my own throat first."
She accepts the refill, nodding her passionate agreement before taking a long sip of her whiskey in hopes of washing the taste from her mouth - or the taint from her memory.
Looking up at the lightning, a smile slips back onto her face, equally playful in its demeanor. "I'll wait patiently for your response." As patient as the lightning that snaps across the sky.
Thal tilts her head back, blinking when the light flashes over them, just enjoying the echoes of thunder and silence for a moment before asking, "Any plans for Danta's birthday?"
Now you'll never see me cry
There's just no time to die
There's just no time to die
Thalassa
