// the only heaven i'll be sent to —
“Mm, nothing that comes to mind. I’m not exactly the fighting type.” He was perfect at fucking around, not so great at finding out. So he’s content to continue to praise the deity he’s chosen in the ways he knows how and hopes that despite his status as an Abandoned, it makes all the difference. And perhaps, it might make a bit more understanding for Talyson just why he hasn’t gone – with air, healing, and telekinesis at his fingertips, it certainly kept the bedroom alive.
The mojito, though, resonates with Thorn as he continues to lazily lounge about in the grasses, the magic dispersed and pale yellow petals littering his flowing and tight fitting clothes, allowing Tal the view before the courier seems to notice he’s watching him, and he sits up back on his hands, the curve of a playful smirk starting to bloom on the side of his face. “Everyone’s got a good rum story.” Gods knew he did, so he can only imagine what everyone else’s were.
But he wants to go back to those chaste looks, because Thorn is nothing if not infinitely more interested in being looked at, even if Tal seemed to be busying himself with the sails. “Would it help if I didn’t pay attention so you could get a full look?” He asks, tilting his head toward the sky as if for emphasis as his musical tones return, playful and flirty and purring, despite the fact Tal had said he had a partner. To Thorn, there was little harm in just looking. “I don’t mind. I like to be looked at.”
The mojito, though, resonates with Thorn as he continues to lazily lounge about in the grasses, the magic dispersed and pale yellow petals littering his flowing and tight fitting clothes, allowing Tal the view before the courier seems to notice he’s watching him, and he sits up back on his hands, the curve of a playful smirk starting to bloom on the side of his face. “Everyone’s got a good rum story.” Gods knew he did, so he can only imagine what everyone else’s were.
But he wants to go back to those chaste looks, because Thorn is nothing if not infinitely more interested in being looked at, even if Tal seemed to be busying himself with the sails. “Would it help if I didn’t pay attention so you could get a full look?” He asks, tilting his head toward the sky as if for emphasis as his musical tones return, playful and flirty and purring, despite the fact Tal had said he had a partner. To Thorn, there was little harm in just looking. “I don’t mind. I like to be looked at.”
thorn
— is when i'm alone with you //
