// the only heaven i'll be sent to —
It isn’t exactly a confirmation for the courtesan, but Thorn takes it in stride regardless – offering up all the dramatics he can when Tal boosts that ego of his, the grin spreading as a content sigh slips from parted lips. “What, this old thing?” He jests, absolutely teasing and taunting Talyson as long as he can get away with it.
And it’s a good thing the courier clarifies because Thorn certainly thinks he’s heading that direction when the mention of his tattoos is brought up, and suddenly Thorn’s focus is on the shackles of vines and thorns around his wrists, one hand moving to trace a finger along each and ever swirl of the flora. “A bit. Tattoos just hurt in general.” But there’s a toothy grin that shoots Talyson’s way when he shrugs. “I’ve had worse.” Not that he means to say it in a way that sounds sad, because it shouldn’t, but there is the distinct pale line of a scar beneath his collarbone now far more visible in the shade.
“It can be later when she’s in tip top shape, mm?” He pauses, cocking his head at the Messenger. “Wouldn’t want to wear her out.”
And it’s a good thing the courier clarifies because Thorn certainly thinks he’s heading that direction when the mention of his tattoos is brought up, and suddenly Thorn’s focus is on the shackles of vines and thorns around his wrists, one hand moving to trace a finger along each and ever swirl of the flora. “A bit. Tattoos just hurt in general.” But there’s a toothy grin that shoots Talyson’s way when he shrugs. “I’ve had worse.” Not that he means to say it in a way that sounds sad, because it shouldn’t, but there is the distinct pale line of a scar beneath his collarbone now far more visible in the shade.
“It can be later when she’s in tip top shape, mm?” He pauses, cocking his head at the Messenger. “Wouldn’t want to wear her out.”
thorn
— is when i'm alone with you //
