// you can't keep a secret if it never was a secret to start —
Thorn keeps the book he’s picked out up against his chest, like it’s some forgotten treasure he fully intends on giving all of his attention to later – but for now, there’s far more stimulating company that the courtesan can’t help but to be drawn to the larger man, like a moth to a flame in pure unadulterated curiosity.
The agreement only helps – Thorn’s head bobbing lightly with the smile that continues to pull at his cheeks, nodding. A smile that even remains as he’s asked whether he found something suitable, and while he doesn’t know Deimos’ inclinations toward the choice of work he has, they’re strangers regardless. He’s not going to just up and tell him every little detail, even if a small part of him wants to.
“Enough of one. I consider myself a keeper of stories these days.” He admits with a more sobering smile, something a touch softer. “I lived in Torchline for quite some time. Now I’m in King’s End. I missed the occasional snow.” A surprisingly truthful admission for the courtesan to offer.
The agreement only helps – Thorn’s head bobbing lightly with the smile that continues to pull at his cheeks, nodding. A smile that even remains as he’s asked whether he found something suitable, and while he doesn’t know Deimos’ inclinations toward the choice of work he has, they’re strangers regardless. He’s not going to just up and tell him every little detail, even if a small part of him wants to.
“Enough of one. I consider myself a keeper of stories these days.” He admits with a more sobering smile, something a touch softer. “I lived in Torchline for quite some time. Now I’m in King’s End. I missed the occasional snow.” A surprisingly truthful admission for the courtesan to offer.
thorn
— at least pretend you didn't wanna get caught,
we're concentrating on falling apart //
we're concentrating on falling apart //
