// the only heaven i'll be sent to —
Thorn can’t help the small amount of a snicker that slips from him, the shake of his head as he sighs over toward Tal. Not because of what he says isn’t valid – it absolutely is – but the fact is that he’s Accepted, and Thorn comes from a steady line of Abandoned family members that had done everything in their power to remain on Safrin’s good side, a history that stretched as far back as when the Voice had gotten her start – memories and stories laced down through the generations until him.
So he decides to elaborate – flashing Tal with a toothy and amused grin despite the subject. “You’re Accepted, though. I’m not. It’s a bit harder for us.” He rolls a shoulder before deciding that it’s probably time he heads back, and as he sits up a bit more to stand again and stretch, he lets his seafoam gaze land on Tal with a small easy shrug. It didn’t bother him that his family was shitty about it. Most days, at least.
The courtesan certainly doesn’t expect the offer, either, something that has him blinking before a curved and more playful smile blooms across his face. “Sure, Tal. That sounds nice.” He’s a little bit softer despite the sharper smile, and he tilts his head back toward the Peregrine for a moment before looking off into the distance, back toward the House of Midnight. “Well, should be getting back now. I’m gonna look forward to the trip on the Peregrine when she’s up and running.” He winks to the courier before he starts to step away, offering a little wave.
So he decides to elaborate – flashing Tal with a toothy and amused grin despite the subject. “You’re Accepted, though. I’m not. It’s a bit harder for us.” He rolls a shoulder before deciding that it’s probably time he heads back, and as he sits up a bit more to stand again and stretch, he lets his seafoam gaze land on Tal with a small easy shrug. It didn’t bother him that his family was shitty about it. Most days, at least.
The courtesan certainly doesn’t expect the offer, either, something that has him blinking before a curved and more playful smile blooms across his face. “Sure, Tal. That sounds nice.” He’s a little bit softer despite the sharper smile, and he tilts his head back toward the Peregrine for a moment before looking off into the distance, back toward the House of Midnight. “Well, should be getting back now. I’m gonna look forward to the trip on the Peregrine when she’s up and running.” He winks to the courier before he starts to step away, offering a little wave.
thorn
— is when i'm alone with you //
