champagne, cocaine, gasoline; and most things in between
Sometimes Mateo likes to take a little time out in Mother Molly's, visiting some old friends and making plenty of new ones while he's at it. Other times, his best friend decides to take his literal house on a trip around the whole fucking world (apparently), and Mateo is left couch-surfing indefinitely. Luckily for him, he's got a lot of couches and beds (and tents, treehouses, even a hammock once) that he can surf on, and he's not run out of people yet.
And so as Hawthorn takes a glance around at his prospects for the evening, he'll find Stormbreak's resident Taliesin being fed cherries on a chaise lounge. It's with eyes that are a little glazed over (hooray dreamdust) and a dimpled smile that he gazes up at the woman whose lap he's using as a pillow, leaning up to suck the juice from her fingers in a way that suggests he might do much more interesting things with other parts of her body.
And so as Hawthorn takes a glance around at his prospects for the evening, he'll find Stormbreak's resident Taliesin being fed cherries on a chaise lounge. It's with eyes that are a little glazed over (hooray dreamdust) and a dimpled smile that he gazes up at the woman whose lap he's using as a pillow, leaning up to suck the juice from her fingers in a way that suggests he might do much more interesting things with other parts of her body.
