// the only heaven i'll be sent to —
There’s a quiet satisfaction Thorn receives from spying the heat that spreads along the courier’s neck. His playfulness easily having an effect that honestly helps the courtesan thrive. At Talyson’s question, though, his head tilts a little bit one way before the other, as if considering whether or not it was normal, before he shakes his head. “They typically tend to have a few options for bars. Nothing like this one though. Suppose it comes with the territory when the owner’s made the VlamVloed and the Kraai.” Both bar expansions the Flood had done in the past, now no longer owned by him but the touch lingers.
A sharp grin shoots Tal’s way at his comment of King’s End, though. “Mm, I’d been meaning to make a change for a while. There’s only so many ways to fuck a sailor before it becomes boring. And I had done my fair share of it.” His tone nearly whines toward the end, full swing dramatics as an arm lifts to run his hand through his hair, resting it on the back of his neck. As for the ruin, he had heard through the grapevine and visitors about it, and it seems to only minutely sober the courtesan.
“I heard. That and Halo. Looks like I dodged two bullets there in picking my happy medium.” He shrugs lightly, before that saccharine smile returns. “I’ll keep it in mind. Alas, I only had contacts in Torchline who now come here if they want to see my darling face.” He winks to the Messenger, before he shifts a little in the grass with how the suns moved, aiming to step into the light a bit more rather than let the peregrine cast a shadow over him.
A sharp grin shoots Tal’s way at his comment of King’s End, though. “Mm, I’d been meaning to make a change for a while. There’s only so many ways to fuck a sailor before it becomes boring. And I had done my fair share of it.” His tone nearly whines toward the end, full swing dramatics as an arm lifts to run his hand through his hair, resting it on the back of his neck. As for the ruin, he had heard through the grapevine and visitors about it, and it seems to only minutely sober the courtesan.
“I heard. That and Halo. Looks like I dodged two bullets there in picking my happy medium.” He shrugs lightly, before that saccharine smile returns. “I’ll keep it in mind. Alas, I only had contacts in Torchline who now come here if they want to see my darling face.” He winks to the Messenger, before he shifts a little in the grass with how the suns moved, aiming to step into the light a bit more rather than let the peregrine cast a shadow over him.
thorn
— is when i'm alone with you //
