// the only heaven i'll be sent to —
“The Flood keeps a good rotation on the drinks.” Thorn offers with a very casual and languid shrug. It was leagues above the things that Halo had to offer before the Kraai came around, and something that Thorn quite often relished in when he wasn’t working. During work, however, mixed cocktails with little to no alcohol were typically his go to.
With some exceptions of other vices, that is.
As for the sailors here, it sparks a huff of a laugh, another slight stretch of a shake of his head. “There are some, of course. But people travel from all over to the brothel with shifting rooms, blessed by Frey and their demigod.” He nearly purrs toward the end with his own little delight over the fact. “So while yes, I still get sailors, it isn’t all day every day nor is it the same boring room again and again.” He’s content to stand in the sun while he speaks, like a cat soaking up its warmth as he watches the flush hit Tal’s ears.
Shaking his head to Tal’s assumption, the courtesan shifts to sit in the grasses and flowers, legs crossed beneath him as he watches (he’s little use for manual labor in the grand scheme, but he does love to watch). “Mm, I wouldn’t know. I grew up in Halo, wanted to explore the world and the stories people had. Turns out you get a lot of unique perspectives when you’re beneath ‘em.” He purposefully doesn’t look at Tal now, instead stretching again with his arms lifted above his head, falling back a little into the grasses and flowers, exposing more of that midriff and hidden tattoos.
With some exceptions of other vices, that is.
As for the sailors here, it sparks a huff of a laugh, another slight stretch of a shake of his head. “There are some, of course. But people travel from all over to the brothel with shifting rooms, blessed by Frey and their demigod.” He nearly purrs toward the end with his own little delight over the fact. “So while yes, I still get sailors, it isn’t all day every day nor is it the same boring room again and again.” He’s content to stand in the sun while he speaks, like a cat soaking up its warmth as he watches the flush hit Tal’s ears.
Shaking his head to Tal’s assumption, the courtesan shifts to sit in the grasses and flowers, legs crossed beneath him as he watches (he’s little use for manual labor in the grand scheme, but he does love to watch). “Mm, I wouldn’t know. I grew up in Halo, wanted to explore the world and the stories people had. Turns out you get a lot of unique perspectives when you’re beneath ‘em.” He purposefully doesn’t look at Tal now, instead stretching again with his arms lifted above his head, falling back a little into the grasses and flowers, exposing more of that midriff and hidden tattoos.
thorn
— is when i'm alone with you //
