// the only heaven i'll be sent to —
“Just enough snow for me.” Thorn hums contently, letting the sun continue to permeate warmth around him, twisting slightly to drag his long fingers through the flowers, plucking a dandelion from the grasses to start plucking the petals from while they talked. “Ironically, I haven’t gone to see Frey. Perhaps I should.” He’d always followed them, especially now, but the thought hadn’t occurred to him – After all, being an Abandoned made it seem like one of the last things to do when he could just honor the god himself in his actions.
It's a thought that lasts all of about four seconds, as yellow petals start to rain down and he uses his air magic to swirl the wind a little, creating a tiny little useless tornado above his chest where the petals swirl around within, focusing on it while he contemplates his drinks. “It’s called a mojito, technically, but the bartender likes to give a little spin of whichever fruit syrup he has on hand.” The tornado vanishes for a moment, in favor of now slipping his hands behind his head, eyes closing again skyward as he purrs, “It’s very refreshing.” Especially after the nights he has. His head tilts, hair parting to reveal the three silver hoops in his ear that trail up the outside of the shell of it. “You seem like a beer kinda guy.” One seafoam eye slits open, peering at the courier from his position in the grass, looking down the length of his body to try and ascertain if he’s correct.
It's a thought that lasts all of about four seconds, as yellow petals start to rain down and he uses his air magic to swirl the wind a little, creating a tiny little useless tornado above his chest where the petals swirl around within, focusing on it while he contemplates his drinks. “It’s called a mojito, technically, but the bartender likes to give a little spin of whichever fruit syrup he has on hand.” The tornado vanishes for a moment, in favor of now slipping his hands behind his head, eyes closing again skyward as he purrs, “It’s very refreshing.” Especially after the nights he has. His head tilts, hair parting to reveal the three silver hoops in his ear that trail up the outside of the shell of it. “You seem like a beer kinda guy.” One seafoam eye slits open, peering at the courier from his position in the grass, looking down the length of his body to try and ascertain if he’s correct.
thorn
— is when i'm alone with you //
