// and it's alright, that's the way i like it —
The wink and the polite confidence that Zavien speaks with is enough to relieve any lingering tension in the courtesan’s shoulders, humming a little laugh as he nods and shrugs his shoulders in a way that says alright, you got me. Even if he didn’t think it was particularly true, it was still enough that someone else thought he did. For now, though, he can offer the location of the House of Midnight with ease. “It’s in King’s End. Meadowreach to be exact. It’s Frey blessed so it’s got rooms that change to whatever you want ‘em to be inside.” It’s a feat that he thinks is incredibly neat, even if one didn’t use it for sexual endeavors.
It's easy talk while he fiddles with he wreath, deciding what ornaments to adorn it with and what kind of look it might give off given the state of the house it’ll be placed on, and he’s almost a little self conscious about the choices when he shows them to the Accepted. It escapes him instantly as Zavien grabs the wreath to put it up and he tilts his head as he looks for the best placement. “Top, near the middle?” He suggests, before straightening up and helping with the other little bit of decorations here and there until he hears the grumble of the other man’s stomach.
Hiding his snicker behind his hand, Thorn nods to him eagerly. “Yeah, sounds good. And it’s okay, I’m not really a good cook either.” He offers – finding some commonality between them in yet another space, and Thorn thinks it’s likely he’s just found another friend. “I’m sure Stormbreak’s got lots of good options for food, yeah? Got any recommendations?” He asks as they start to finish up, and clean up any little mess they’ve made in the process.
It's easy talk while he fiddles with he wreath, deciding what ornaments to adorn it with and what kind of look it might give off given the state of the house it’ll be placed on, and he’s almost a little self conscious about the choices when he shows them to the Accepted. It escapes him instantly as Zavien grabs the wreath to put it up and he tilts his head as he looks for the best placement. “Top, near the middle?” He suggests, before straightening up and helping with the other little bit of decorations here and there until he hears the grumble of the other man’s stomach.
Hiding his snicker behind his hand, Thorn nods to him eagerly. “Yeah, sounds good. And it’s okay, I’m not really a good cook either.” He offers – finding some commonality between them in yet another space, and Thorn thinks it’s likely he’s just found another friend. “I’m sure Stormbreak’s got lots of good options for food, yeah? Got any recommendations?” He asks as they start to finish up, and clean up any little mess they’ve made in the process.
thorn
— getting crucified,
every time you cross my mind //
every time you cross my mind //
