-Thorn-
His acceptance of her answer is enough to let her lead the way on continuing – all information that was important for Thorn to follow the second that it clicked and made sense. Of course he’d heard of the brothel in the Silk Houses. But no, he’s never been, since he was Abandoned. It was one of the few places he’d not visited, though a part of him itched to see the architecture and the buildings of such an old, important location. Regardless, he was here to listen to her stories, and the fact that it pertained to something involving people like him? It was just a cherry on top. “That’s incredible.” He offers, appreciation lingering in his gaze. “Admittedly, there are few places that allow such an open conversation about this kind of work, especially medically.” Here and Torchline are the only two that come to mind, (having not visited the Grounds since choosing to come here, that is).
But he realizes it the second that it clicks that he isn’t just another stranger choosing to stay a night in the House of Midnight. This had become his work and his home, and it’s with a twitch of his lips that tilt it a bit more playful that he scans her face with that seafoam gaze of his, picking up on the warmth and the fact her hand hasn’t left his own. His fingertips stroke a gentle motion in the soft skin of her hand, and he offers a soft chuckle of a laugh at the mention of the drinks. “Have any of them interested you so far?” He asks curiously, before he breaks his eye contact with her to glance back at the bartender (who he’s certainly on the nerves of now and is more than content to let Ellyra keep Thorn distracted). “He does make the best drinks.” He says to her, while his gaze lingers on the bartender, a wink offered to the bartender’s direction.
And a second later, he has his own drink to match, slid over to him as the bartender offers a kinder smile to Ellyra than Thorn would receive today. ‘Let me know if he’s bothering you. He’s been restless since LongNight ended.’ The bartender informs her, all while Thorn’s hand slips from the attuned’s to press against his heart in a flare of dramatics. “Wow, Jaz, after I complimented you?!” He knows it’s all in good fun, of course, but should Ellyra not be interested, Thorn knows precisely when to back off.
But he realizes it the second that it clicks that he isn’t just another stranger choosing to stay a night in the House of Midnight. This had become his work and his home, and it’s with a twitch of his lips that tilt it a bit more playful that he scans her face with that seafoam gaze of his, picking up on the warmth and the fact her hand hasn’t left his own. His fingertips stroke a gentle motion in the soft skin of her hand, and he offers a soft chuckle of a laugh at the mention of the drinks. “Have any of them interested you so far?” He asks curiously, before he breaks his eye contact with her to glance back at the bartender (who he’s certainly on the nerves of now and is more than content to let Ellyra keep Thorn distracted). “He does make the best drinks.” He says to her, while his gaze lingers on the bartender, a wink offered to the bartender’s direction.
And a second later, he has his own drink to match, slid over to him as the bartender offers a kinder smile to Ellyra than Thorn would receive today. ‘Let me know if he’s bothering you. He’s been restless since LongNight ended.’ The bartender informs her, all while Thorn’s hand slips from the attuned’s to press against his heart in a flare of dramatics. “Wow, Jaz, after I complimented you?!” He knows it’s all in good fun, of course, but should Ellyra not be interested, Thorn knows precisely when to back off.
// let's fall in love for the night //
