// and it's alright, that's the way i like it —
Thorn is very much on the same wavelength as Zavien, even if the compliment has him laughing lightly to himself, running a hand through wild tousled hair with as casual shrug as he can muster. “Popular enough, I think?” He asks with a shade of red blooming in his pierced ears, focusing on his work with the window frame if only to not think about how that compliment had gotten him all flustered (in a nice way, of course).
Instead, he finishes up the window and lets his seafoam gaze flicker to the Accepted as he nods, stepping over to look at the remaining items, a grin seemingly permanently placed on his lips as he scans what’s left. “Hmmm…” Thorn says, adjusting his weight to being mostly on one hip as he folds one arm across his chest and the other rests at his chin, thumb brushing across his lower lip as he scans the building.
He lingers on the fuchsia wreath a little long, head tilting before he finds a few white and dark blue ornaments in the mix to add to the wreath to tie it in with the house a bit more – figuring that the fuchsia might match the rainbow effect to the windows well enough if the baubles on it weren’t too intensely a different color. “Add some neutral colors to the wreath so it doesn’t get lost in the fuchsia maybe?” He asks, holding it up for Zavien to see and get his opinion on it.
Instead, he finishes up the window and lets his seafoam gaze flicker to the Accepted as he nods, stepping over to look at the remaining items, a grin seemingly permanently placed on his lips as he scans what’s left. “Hmmm…” Thorn says, adjusting his weight to being mostly on one hip as he folds one arm across his chest and the other rests at his chin, thumb brushing across his lower lip as he scans the building.
He lingers on the fuchsia wreath a little long, head tilting before he finds a few white and dark blue ornaments in the mix to add to the wreath to tie it in with the house a bit more – figuring that the fuchsia might match the rainbow effect to the windows well enough if the baubles on it weren’t too intensely a different color. “Add some neutral colors to the wreath so it doesn’t get lost in the fuchsia maybe?” He asks, holding it up for Zavien to see and get his opinion on it.
thorn
— getting crucified,
every time you cross my mind //
every time you cross my mind //
