you are coming down with me, hand in unlovable hand
I'M DUMPING YOU, BYE
11-21-2021, 10:03 AM
(This post was last modified: 11-21-2021, 10:03 AM by Thalia. Edited 1 time in total.)
Thalia planned to return to Aerie before long. The strange sickness that had seemingly been unleashed upon the world had made her hesitate though. Such a thing was no doubt brought into existence by Abraxas himself- or perhaps it had always been here since He had fallen, waiting for a moment of weakness to strike. Either way she wanted to see things through before she made her departure. There would be no alliance, though Thalia hoped she could continue to stay in Theory's good graces and convince her she was exactly what she'd wanted - that she was a wolf of her word, dedicated beyond comprehension. She had value to Abaven even if she could not be to Theory what either of them wanted.
Though she'd had a good plan of action to ensure Theory didn't feel the distance growing between them in her last few days (or weeks, it seemed) here, but suddenly she'd gotten sick and Thalia's instincts had been to detach. She couldn't get sick, couldn't bring this strange illness home to Aerie if they were not yet enduring it themselves. Despite her desire for distance she knew that all her time here would be wasted if Theory grew too suspicious. Her own feelings, which certainly existed, had been pushed so far down she could barely even access them. Everything was done with a cold, critical eye - seeing Eligos in his disappointment had been enough to repress nearly everything she'd been feeling here.
But seeing Theory in her current state was enough to unearth some of that genuine care she felt toward her. She knew she needed to do something, even if from a distance. Her scent stopped at the edge of the beach, at the water.. had she really swam across? In the state she was in? Did she had a death wish of some sort? She'd always had too level a head to grow this upset over something like Thalia going home, but she didn't know enough about this sickness to give it all the blame. Warily she crossed the water to the edge of the islands, not far off from where Theory had landed. "Theory," she called out once she was within earshot. Her brows furrowed tightly, her eyes narrowing to slits. "What are you doing out here? You should be resting at home," she suggested, more warmly than she might usually. She was worried, genuinely, but she couldn't let her emotions run wild, not again.
Though she'd had a good plan of action to ensure Theory didn't feel the distance growing between them in her last few days (or weeks, it seemed) here, but suddenly she'd gotten sick and Thalia's instincts had been to detach. She couldn't get sick, couldn't bring this strange illness home to Aerie if they were not yet enduring it themselves. Despite her desire for distance she knew that all her time here would be wasted if Theory grew too suspicious. Her own feelings, which certainly existed, had been pushed so far down she could barely even access them. Everything was done with a cold, critical eye - seeing Eligos in his disappointment had been enough to repress nearly everything she'd been feeling here.
But seeing Theory in her current state was enough to unearth some of that genuine care she felt toward her. She knew she needed to do something, even if from a distance. Her scent stopped at the edge of the beach, at the water.. had she really swam across? In the state she was in? Did she had a death wish of some sort? She'd always had too level a head to grow this upset over something like Thalia going home, but she didn't know enough about this sickness to give it all the blame. Warily she crossed the water to the edge of the islands, not far off from where Theory had landed. "Theory," she called out once she was within earshot. Her brows furrowed tightly, her eyes narrowing to slits. "What are you doing out here? You should be resting at home," she suggested, more warmly than she might usually. She was worried, genuinely, but she couldn't let her emotions run wild, not again.
