// i am heaven sent, don't you dare forget —
“Mmm, I think you’re lying.” Thorn says quite contently as he settles into the Attuned’s lap, practically vibrating at the arm that braces around his lower back that keeps him close, his legs shifting to hook around the other man’s to keep him precisely where he needs to be. He’s silent, though, as he gets a relative TLDR, and for a second there’s a flicker of recognition that blooms in the courtesan’s face, lips quirking in a smirk as he arches his back a little, as if trying to get a bit taller.
His seafoam gaze meets the steel of Harper’s and there’s mischief swimming within them, smirking as he cocks his head slightly, hips wiggling ever so slightly in a less visible form of a grind, especially given that they haven’t gotten a room yet. He imagines it’s the next step, though. “You must be the Stalwart, then?” He breathes in a purred tone, a dark brow rising as he tilts his head, trying to determine whether or not he was correct. He’s pretty sure, though.
“Maybe we should get a room and you can continue to tell me your tales? You can bring your drink.” He asks after a moment, heavy lidded gaze peering back at the Attuned.
His seafoam gaze meets the steel of Harper’s and there’s mischief swimming within them, smirking as he cocks his head slightly, hips wiggling ever so slightly in a less visible form of a grind, especially given that they haven’t gotten a room yet. He imagines it’s the next step, though. “You must be the Stalwart, then?” He breathes in a purred tone, a dark brow rising as he tilts his head, trying to determine whether or not he was correct. He’s pretty sure, though.
“Maybe we should get a room and you can continue to tell me your tales? You can bring your drink.” He asks after a moment, heavy lidded gaze peering back at the Attuned.
thorn
— i am all you've ever wanted,
what all the other boys all promised //
what all the other boys all promised //
