// i am heaven sent, don't you dare forget —
Thorn is nothing but a fan of touch – craving it and attention like a drug. And the second that Harper has seemed interested is the second that he’s immediately pressing up against him, settling in his lap, smiling with ease and flirtation when he shrugs in the face of Harper’s disapproval of his moniker. “If you could change it, what would you prefer?” He asks instead, still giving him his full attention even as he continues to preen, straightening up when Harper’s hand smooths up his spine, exhaling a tender sigh.
The bargain is an easy one to give, though, his head tilting slightly as he blinks at him through that same heavy lidded gaze. “Hawthorn. But you can call me Thorn.” He murmurs, withdrawing one hand from around Harper’s neck as he starts to stand, slipping off the other man’s lap to guide him, while his other seeks out the Stalwart’s hand. He’ll see that beneath the attire of the courtesan, tattoos spread all across his sides and back, as well as two cuffs around his wrists – made of vines with thorns, while his back leads it all to an explosion of colorful flowers.
He remains keeping his hand in Harper’s as he guides him up toward the rooms, picking the first available one and allows Harper to step in first to shift the room to whatever he wished it to be in that moment, eager to see just what the Stalwart’s mind can make up.
The bargain is an easy one to give, though, his head tilting slightly as he blinks at him through that same heavy lidded gaze. “Hawthorn. But you can call me Thorn.” He murmurs, withdrawing one hand from around Harper’s neck as he starts to stand, slipping off the other man’s lap to guide him, while his other seeks out the Stalwart’s hand. He’ll see that beneath the attire of the courtesan, tattoos spread all across his sides and back, as well as two cuffs around his wrists – made of vines with thorns, while his back leads it all to an explosion of colorful flowers.
He remains keeping his hand in Harper’s as he guides him up toward the rooms, picking the first available one and allows Harper to step in first to shift the room to whatever he wished it to be in that moment, eager to see just what the Stalwart’s mind can make up.
thorn
— i am all you've ever wanted,
what all the other boys all promised //
what all the other boys all promised //
