// and it's alright, that's the way i like it —
Honestly, ever since the announcement that Abandoned were allowed to come to Stormbreak after so many years banning their arrival, Thorn had started to take little treks here more and more. First to the library, but then when he’d realized there was a surplus of shops in the Plaza and some that could cater to exactly what Thorn was looking for, both for work and for anything else, he finds himself here again and again. This time, a bag hanging from his arm that hosts a surprising amount of clothes within it, when he’s wandering down a street trying to get across to another one – aimlessly wandering and exploring.
That’s when he spots a surprising familiar face he wasn’t intending to run into – and gods, with a ghastly looking décor out front of the home. He nearly drops his bag, stepping up toward Zavien with a playful grin on his face and a gentle laugh. “Hey Zavien!” The courtesan starts, head tilting as he scans the wreath and the garland, the ornaments that stand out amongst the myriad of clashing colors. It looks like from a distance someone had dropped paint nearby and it had somehow managed to make a clashing illusion on the Accepted’s door.
“You want some help?” He asks, already starting to set his bag down.
That’s when he spots a surprising familiar face he wasn’t intending to run into – and gods, with a ghastly looking décor out front of the home. He nearly drops his bag, stepping up toward Zavien with a playful grin on his face and a gentle laugh. “Hey Zavien!” The courtesan starts, head tilting as he scans the wreath and the garland, the ornaments that stand out amongst the myriad of clashing colors. It looks like from a distance someone had dropped paint nearby and it had somehow managed to make a clashing illusion on the Accepted’s door.
“You want some help?” He asks, already starting to set his bag down.
thorn
— getting crucified,
every time you cross my mind //
every time you cross my mind //
