// you can't keep a secret if it never was a secret to start —
The fact that Deimos is interested (or seems to be) is enough for Thorn to easily find that little space where he can slip into, to keep the conversation going rather than the Sword escaping his clutches. After all, they were both Abandoned and were both here in Stormbreak of all places. Something that felt surprisingly exciting, like they were forging new paths just by being there.
It helps to keep that boon on his face as he lets his long fingers toy with the edge of the book cover, running his thumb along it as he gives the Sword his full attention. “Other’s stories. Like a bartender, in a sense.” He knows so many people’s woes and problems, some they still refuse to face, others he’d been a beacon in their changing of behavior.
A larger bay, though, brings Thorn’s brows to lift, before they pinch almost immediately after. “Gods. Everyone’s okay now though?” He assumes, if Deimos was here, that things were settled back in Halo.
It helps to keep that boon on his face as he lets his long fingers toy with the edge of the book cover, running his thumb along it as he gives the Sword his full attention. “Other’s stories. Like a bartender, in a sense.” He knows so many people’s woes and problems, some they still refuse to face, others he’d been a beacon in their changing of behavior.
A larger bay, though, brings Thorn’s brows to lift, before they pinch almost immediately after. “Gods. Everyone’s okay now though?” He assumes, if Deimos was here, that things were settled back in Halo.
thorn
— at least pretend you didn't wanna get caught,
we're concentrating on falling apart //
we're concentrating on falling apart //
