// You've got your demons
“Yeah.” Thorn murmurs with a soft little laugh and a shrug of his shoulder. “Maybe I’ve got some secret luck charm, huh?” He doesn’t think that’s true, but he does know that he does his best to try and survive and learn, and so far that’s worked out for him.
The House of Midnight draws closer and Thorn knows this path like the back of his hand, content to step backward on the road to explain in full dramatic flair just what the rooms allowed, the grin spreading wide in complete and utter agreement. “It keeps things fresh. Remember what I said about the sailors?” He tacks on with a little teasing wink, before he spins again, able to smell the hint of smoke wafting from the fires in the kitchen the closer they get.
“Hmm,” he pauses, because it certainly does take him a moment to think back to his clients to determine which was the best out of all the varying places he’s been in those rooms. “I had a client once come up with this… Treetop clearing? Apparently he loved heights and wanted to feel on top of the world and as close to the golden sun he could get.” Thorn’s head tilts this way and that as he recollects it, reaching the dark painted door, flashing an amused grin over his shoulder to Ronin. “So the rooms offered the safety of not falling to one’s death, but my gods the view from up there.” He half groans his appreciation, opening the door and stepping aside to let Ronin into the dark sultry interior of the brothel. A place that in its decor screamed Frey and Sunjata, of course, but with a myriad and multitude of touches from Isla, still found everywhere throughout.
The House of Midnight draws closer and Thorn knows this path like the back of his hand, content to step backward on the road to explain in full dramatic flair just what the rooms allowed, the grin spreading wide in complete and utter agreement. “It keeps things fresh. Remember what I said about the sailors?” He tacks on with a little teasing wink, before he spins again, able to smell the hint of smoke wafting from the fires in the kitchen the closer they get.
“Hmm,” he pauses, because it certainly does take him a moment to think back to his clients to determine which was the best out of all the varying places he’s been in those rooms. “I had a client once come up with this… Treetop clearing? Apparently he loved heights and wanted to feel on top of the world and as close to the golden sun he could get.” Thorn’s head tilts this way and that as he recollects it, reaching the dark painted door, flashing an amused grin over his shoulder to Ronin. “So the rooms offered the safety of not falling to one’s death, but my gods the view from up there.” He half groans his appreciation, opening the door and stepping aside to let Ronin into the dark sultry interior of the brothel. A place that in its decor screamed Frey and Sunjata, of course, but with a myriad and multitude of touches from Isla, still found everywhere throughout.
Thorn
and darling, they all look like me //
