// i am heaven sent, don't you dare forget —
He’s half tempted to say that it doesn’t matter whether or not it means something here. That was kind of the whole point of these shifting rooms – especially for Outlanders. And while the thought might have others shying away from the Attuned, Hawthorn doesn’t. Neither would any here at the House of Midnight. (It’s a bad look when the owner’s an Outlander, to be honest). So there’s no hard feelings from the courtesan as he leads him through the paths to the room, hanging back as he beckons for Harper to enter. “Let me know when you’re ready, Harper.” Comes the purring voice, content to let the other man figure out just how he wanted the room to be.
And while it might be a frequent occurrence here to others, to Thorn it’s incredible. And for a moment his feelings drop off in surprise, forgetting he’s playing the playful courtesan in lieu of the view as he’s beckoned in. He’s immediately drawn to the large windows, the sunrise beyond that lightens them in a soft warm glow while a sunset might make it moodier. This is… Fresh, feeling. And he regains his composure as he scans the view in all of his amazement, turning back toward the Stalwart as he remembers himself, stepping over toward the bed as he tilts his head toward Harper. “What would you like to be called here?” He asks with a mixture of bewilderment and excitement, overshadowing the previous purring tones.
Truth is, he’s far more excited to see this than even he knew, and he hopes that the Attuned will let him stick around to indulge in it.
And while it might be a frequent occurrence here to others, to Thorn it’s incredible. And for a moment his feelings drop off in surprise, forgetting he’s playing the playful courtesan in lieu of the view as he’s beckoned in. He’s immediately drawn to the large windows, the sunrise beyond that lightens them in a soft warm glow while a sunset might make it moodier. This is… Fresh, feeling. And he regains his composure as he scans the view in all of his amazement, turning back toward the Stalwart as he remembers himself, stepping over toward the bed as he tilts his head toward Harper. “What would you like to be called here?” He asks with a mixture of bewilderment and excitement, overshadowing the previous purring tones.
Truth is, he’s far more excited to see this than even he knew, and he hopes that the Attuned will let him stick around to indulge in it.
thorn
— i am all you've ever wanted,
what all the other boys all promised //
what all the other boys all promised //
