// the only heaven i'll be sent to —
There were some subjects better left to more friendly company, not that Tal couldn’t be. But they’d only just met today and despite the commonality of growing up in Halo, he keeps his secrets close to his chest. Both literally and figuratively.
He reaches up for Tal’s hand, ignoring the protest in favor for fixing his needle jabbed finger, and when the courier stops and lets him hold his hand a few moments longer, Thorn’s seafoam gaze remains locked on Tal’s face. “You’re very welcome.” He says chipperly in spite of the darker parts of the conversation.
It’s no matter, though, because his soft manicured hand slips away from Tal’s so that he might regain some amount of composure, settling back into the grass to look up at the skyboat, so incredibly casually like he isn’t just opening up his entire figure for the Messenger to look at. “I have air and telekinesis, too.” He hums thoughtfully. “Also useful in the bedroom.” He has no problem saying it, because it was his line of work after all. But he does seem to accentuate the point, helping to guide a small breeze to ruffle his hair, as if for emphasis of just how he could utilize it to accentuate what he had to offer.
He reaches up for Tal’s hand, ignoring the protest in favor for fixing his needle jabbed finger, and when the courier stops and lets him hold his hand a few moments longer, Thorn’s seafoam gaze remains locked on Tal’s face. “You’re very welcome.” He says chipperly in spite of the darker parts of the conversation.
It’s no matter, though, because his soft manicured hand slips away from Tal’s so that he might regain some amount of composure, settling back into the grass to look up at the skyboat, so incredibly casually like he isn’t just opening up his entire figure for the Messenger to look at. “I have air and telekinesis, too.” He hums thoughtfully. “Also useful in the bedroom.” He has no problem saying it, because it was his line of work after all. But he does seem to accentuate the point, helping to guide a small breeze to ruffle his hair, as if for emphasis of just how he could utilize it to accentuate what he had to offer.
thorn
— is when i'm alone with you //
