What do you get when two ruthless assassins raise their daughter travelling through the wildest reaches of Caido? Take one look at Theea and you'll get a pretty good idea. Cheerful and tenacious in equal measure, and curious beyond all else, she began her journey on a mission to find those her mother once called family. And find them she did, soon rubbing elbows with demigods, leaders and even ghosts from the past. Her determination is resolute, her thirst for knowledge unmatched. We can't wait to see where her next adventure takes her!
Congratulations, Theea!
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His words are so devoid of emotion that it rattles through her. She'd never taken Vesper for the type to judge her for anything, not after every way he'd practically worshipped the blood and violence, the seduction and heat, the danger that comes with her being her. It makes her reassess every interaction they've had, trying to pick up on where she'd been so thoroughly fooled. But no matter where she looks, it doesn't change the fact that he's very clearly done with her, and that digs deeper than any of the purple barbs in her chest.
Looking up at him with all the confidence and defiance she can muster, her lips twist into something that might have been teasing if it wasn't sharpened to a wicked glint with pain. "That didn't stop you before." Maybe that's what hurts the most. She doesn't know that it's the shift in her mind that pushes him away. No, she believes that he's finally found something about her to hate, something that disgusts him enough to discard her like a used tissue. It draws sharp claws against every insecure part of her, deep and full of coppery blood that fills her mouth.
The fact that he won't even look at her brings a bright flush of fury to her cheeks, so strong and fast that it burns her in a way that fire never could. Thal resists the urge to reach for her dagger or light the end of his peppermint stick on fire, throwing her words instead. "Perhaps it's best that you found out now. That way you don't have to keep wasting your time."
Sunlit Shadows (mastered) | The user can read the surface thoughts and emotions of those within a 60ft radius. Control is excellent. Note: "Thoughts and emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
Type: Grey | Style: Offensive | Level: Mastered
Deadly Recall | Can recall 1, or 2, or 3 of her feathers to her hand, within a range of 30ft. Recalled daggers do 1/2 damage when recalled.
Rescue (Mastered) | Remi can bring a fellow Old God demigod to his side in a time of crisis for three concurrent posts. One use per thread. If the summoned demigod also has mastered this ability, they can remain until the end of the thread.
Doesn’t snarl, doesn’t lash out, doesn’t let her fury tear him open the way it might’ve done—back when her fire was all blood and heat and none of this violet rot that now clings to her mind like barnacles to a drowning thing. Instead, he chews slowly on the peppermint bark, letting it burn cool against his tongue, letting it anchor him while her anger spills like hot oil across the obsidian ground between them.
The words don’t strike clean. They graze. They sting. But only because he can feel the hurt behind them. "Wasn’t like this before," he says at last, and though his voice stays lazy-soft, it doesn’t have the usual warmth it might’ve. "You," he clarifies with a vague tilt of his head toward her, "weren’t."
He lets his shadows slip a little farther, pooling around the soles of his boots like melted glass. He doesn’t point fingers. Doesn’t call it what it is, because he doesn’t need to. Just shrugs one shoulder, his tone drifting somewhere between casual and cruel. "Could feel it soon as I touched you." He smirks faintly, not in mockery, but with the ease of someone speaking a plain fact despite it being an utter lie. "I don’t think purple’s your colour, darlin'. I liked you better in red."
As for wasting his time? He doesn’t even bother answering that. Just slips another piece of bark from his coat and slides it past his teeth, the crisp snap of it breaking the quiet more than anything else he might’ve said. Then, with a glance that finally—finally—lands on her, he adds, just barely audible: "Hope it was worth it."
Push, shove, a little bruised and battered oh lord, I ain't coming home with you
Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!
☆ has a pale star tattoo beneath his left eye, and freckle-sized constellations move across his skin
☽ hair changes from bleached blonde to brown
☆ telepathic: Sunlit Shadows | The user can read the surface thoughts and emotions of those within a 60ft radius. Control is excellent. Note: "Thoughts and emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
His words don't have quite the intended effect, confusion quickly slipping down a slope into the same pit of insecure anger. Nothing in her is convinced enough to believe that she's any different than before, vibrant fire and drowning oceans that threaten to overwhelm those around her. Vesper might not have seen it before, but something must have made him realize who she really is. Maybe she'd hit him a little too hard.
Thal snaps fast and quick, a slammed door against the ache that sharpens her words, "No, you just finally opened your eyes." It's not denial when she believes every word. Something in her might have changed, but it didn't make her any less who she is, and if Vesper doesn't see that, she's glad to be rid of him - not that the tightness in her gut seems to agree with that line of thinking.
Her tail whips behind her as she raises her head, all unyielding independence and pride. Deep down, she knows what he's implying - knows that it's more than just possible but probable. That doesn't change the judgement she feels or the fact that he has no way to prove it or that she wouldn't care if she was. So, her eyes flare, a storming shade of blue bordering on indigo, her jaw tensing in a stubborn line. "Good thing I didn't ask for your opinion."
The silence is crushing, a heaviness that carries every note of suffocatingly cold rejection. She has to steel herself for when he finally looks to her, no hint of affection or heat that she might have found there before, only a wall of finality that bites into her, pressing behind her eyes. This time, she doesn't hold back the sneer that exposes the sharp tips of her fangs, her voice deathly soft. "And good luck finding anyone better than me, darlin'." The last word is a mockery, thick with the weight that they never have been and never will be anything like the endearing term.
Without another word, Thal spins on her heels, having heard and hurt enough to want to be anywhere but here.
