Fool me once, fool me twice
Are you death or paradise?
Are you death or paradise?
The alcohol eases some of the tensions memories had surfaced, her figure melting further into the blanket when the stress leaves. The lightning has become a comfort, the rumbling and flashes of light a constant source of danger she doesn't mind. It's better than the unknown threat lurking in the forest.
When Asta answers her question, Thal has lowered herself to lay completely flat, able to keep both him and the sky in her sights easily enough. "Vacations are good," she says, nodding her head until he reveals where he plans to have them visit. "Halo? Why there?" It's not exactly most people's first choice for 'relaxing,' especially not Ancients, where a few minutes too long out in the cold could render them statues.
When Asta answers her question, Thal has lowered herself to lay completely flat, able to keep both him and the sky in her sights easily enough. "Vacations are good," she says, nodding her head until he reveals where he plans to have them visit. "Halo? Why there?" It's not exactly most people's first choice for 'relaxing,' especially not Ancients, where a few minutes too long out in the cold could render them statues.
Now you'll never see me cry
There's just no time to die
There's just no time to die
Thalassa
