// and it's alright, that's the way i like it —
The large bowl is finished and Thorn thinks he might fully explode given the chance to, sitting back comfortably as he answers Zavien’s question and listens while half watching Erica in his peripheral vision, spotting her work to prep something else. And that extremely full sensation blooms again, distracted, thankfully, by the offer and the realization that Zavien’s own mother had been a courtesan. It sparks more interest and he forgets about Erica for a moment, the younger man’s grin broadening as he nods his head. “Yeah, I’d really like that.” He says with every ounce of meaning behind it, already looking forward to it.
Considering the Accepted for a moment, Thorn tilts a little toward him before he speaks. “Do ya think I could maybe come ‘n stay tonight with ya before I do my explorin’ of Mother Molly’s tomorrow?” His dark brows lift in question, seafoam gaze lingering on the other man – content to be turned away if need be, but figuring he should ask anyway before he already made plans as to where he might stay for the night.
Considering the Accepted for a moment, Thorn tilts a little toward him before he speaks. “Do ya think I could maybe come ‘n stay tonight with ya before I do my explorin’ of Mother Molly’s tomorrow?” His dark brows lift in question, seafoam gaze lingering on the other man – content to be turned away if need be, but figuring he should ask anyway before he already made plans as to where he might stay for the night.
thorn
— getting crucified,
every time you cross my mind //
every time you cross my mind //
