// and it's alright, that's the way i like it —
“That’s good.” Thorn says with a softer touch of a laugh – pleased to see his newfound friend is doing well since they’d last spoke. As for what he does for work, though, there’s no shame or awkwardness when Thorn flashes him a playful, rougish smile, one typically used for work but occasionally slips out. “I’m a courtesan. I work and live at the House of Midnight.” Not unlike the courtesans that work at Mother Molly’s, he supposes, which he tacks on in a mental list of places to visit considering he’s only just been allowed to come to Stormbreak.
Either way.
The excitement of which Zavien offers a place for him to stay and the freedom and comfort of which he doesn’t need to worry about keeping his door locked is a bright surprise as Thorn works, placing the rainbow colors in strategic points to hide the cracking and peeling paint. He’s always locked his doors, when he had them to lock, anyway. “I think I can manage that.” Thorn offers with another chime of a chuckle, rolling a slender shoulder as he steps back to admire his work on the window.
“Before I started what I do now, I originally wanted to do architecture.” He knows it’s a swift change to go from building and designing buildings to being call boy, but he doesn’t regret it. Half the time he’s in it for the stories people have anyway, and what better way to find out than working at the House of Midnight? “What do you think?” He asks, gesturing to the window, letting the grin spread on his face to something softer and more boyish.
Either way.
The excitement of which Zavien offers a place for him to stay and the freedom and comfort of which he doesn’t need to worry about keeping his door locked is a bright surprise as Thorn works, placing the rainbow colors in strategic points to hide the cracking and peeling paint. He’s always locked his doors, when he had them to lock, anyway. “I think I can manage that.” Thorn offers with another chime of a chuckle, rolling a slender shoulder as he steps back to admire his work on the window.
“Before I started what I do now, I originally wanted to do architecture.” He knows it’s a swift change to go from building and designing buildings to being call boy, but he doesn’t regret it. Half the time he’s in it for the stories people have anyway, and what better way to find out than working at the House of Midnight? “What do you think?” He asks, gesturing to the window, letting the grin spread on his face to something softer and more boyish.
thorn
— getting crucified,
every time you cross my mind //
every time you cross my mind //
