// i am heaven sent, don't you dare forget —
Seafoam eyes scan the area to spot a few that seem quite involved with their partner for the night (not that Thorn judges them in the slightest, it is his job after all, just in a different region), the courtesan finally lands on a dark haired beauty with eyes glazed over by a drug that Thorn is quite familiar with from his time in Torchline and the occasional dabbler in the House of Midnight. But it seems things haven’t picked up yet between him and his partner, and with all the grace and familiarity that comes with each and every courtesan regardless of where they come from, the abandoned slips over beside the two of them.
It's an overt confidence and comfortability that affords him a sickeningly sweet smile, arms bracing on one side of the lounge and on the back of the other above Mateo as he leans in, eyes dancing between the two of them as he oozes all of his too muchness which typically works quite well in the House of Midnight. “Hey, you got room for another to join your little party?” He asks in a breathy tone, dark brow rising. If that's all he has to do to secure a room for the night, well, he's completely fine with that.
It's an overt confidence and comfortability that affords him a sickeningly sweet smile, arms bracing on one side of the lounge and on the back of the other above Mateo as he leans in, eyes dancing between the two of them as he oozes all of his too muchness which typically works quite well in the House of Midnight. “Hey, you got room for another to join your little party?” He asks in a breathy tone, dark brow rising. If that's all he has to do to secure a room for the night, well, he's completely fine with that.
thorn
— i am all you've ever wanted,
what all the other boys all promised //
what all the other boys all promised //
