// You've got your demons
Who would’ve thought that little ol’ Thorn could surprise a whole demigod? Certainly not him, and he can’t hide the soft little laughed out apology as he drifts closer, letting the warm wind tug and pull at his billowing clothes. He doesn’t know much about the void people that can kill demigods – not exactly one to seek out that kind of information when he’s got far more fun things to do.
“I’ve heard it could be a bunch of different things. Best to save yourself the stomachache, hm?” He’s drawn closer now, standing before the demigod as he introduces himself and sticks out his hand, and Thorn mimics it and shakes his hand gently, a dark tattoo of vines wrapping around his wrists like little shackles can be seen. “Hawthorn. Though, people just call me Thorn.” At the question, though, he seems to pretend to be thinking hard. “Well… There’s the House of Midnight if you want something good, though it’s a bit of a walk.” It had taken him nearly forever to get here just to stretch his legs, after all.
Of course, he did come for another reason too, hand slipping into his pocket to withdraw a bud of a flower, a deep red hue, and moves slightly to lean around Ronin to toss it into the dreaming well, boldly getting up close and personal for a brief moment before he withdraws and lets his seafoam gaze linger back on the demigod before him.
“I’ve heard it could be a bunch of different things. Best to save yourself the stomachache, hm?” He’s drawn closer now, standing before the demigod as he introduces himself and sticks out his hand, and Thorn mimics it and shakes his hand gently, a dark tattoo of vines wrapping around his wrists like little shackles can be seen. “Hawthorn. Though, people just call me Thorn.” At the question, though, he seems to pretend to be thinking hard. “Well… There’s the House of Midnight if you want something good, though it’s a bit of a walk.” It had taken him nearly forever to get here just to stretch his legs, after all.
Of course, he did come for another reason too, hand slipping into his pocket to withdraw a bud of a flower, a deep red hue, and moves slightly to lean around Ronin to toss it into the dreaming well, boldly getting up close and personal for a brief moment before he withdraws and lets his seafoam gaze linger back on the demigod before him.
Thorn
and darling, they all look like me //
