// and it's alright, that's the way i like it —
As the wet ladle is shook at him, Thorn’s attention flits back toward her like a child being caught doing something they shouldn’t be – doe eyed and apologetic as he ducks his chin a little with referencing Zavien most recently to say “yes ma’am” before the courtesan snorts lightly into the bowl as he tries to cool it down a fraction. He hears the whisper and it sparks that smile to return, nodding a little to ensure he’d heard it, before Erica is getting on their case again.
She reminds him of his mother, in a good way, and it’s surprisingly charming to experience this – even as he struggles so hard to finish the meal. Eternally grateful for the way Zavien smoothly pours half of the bowl into his own, Thorn snorts and finishes off his bowl as he listens, before he finds it in him to try and help Zavien’s portion with a few of the noodles when Erica isn’t looking, flashing him a wink back, despite feeling like he might combust. “I planned on stayin' a couple’ve days, ‘n then headin’ back.” He glances up at Zavien with an easier gleam in his seafoam gaze. “Was wantin’ to check out Mother Molly’s to see how different it was from the House of Midnight, but other than that? Nothin’ else.” He watches the Accepted curiously, wondering what he might have to say or offer.
Though it’s no surprise that the courtesan would be wanting to take a look at the brothel, it could always wait until tomorrow.
She reminds him of his mother, in a good way, and it’s surprisingly charming to experience this – even as he struggles so hard to finish the meal. Eternally grateful for the way Zavien smoothly pours half of the bowl into his own, Thorn snorts and finishes off his bowl as he listens, before he finds it in him to try and help Zavien’s portion with a few of the noodles when Erica isn’t looking, flashing him a wink back, despite feeling like he might combust. “I planned on stayin' a couple’ve days, ‘n then headin’ back.” He glances up at Zavien with an easier gleam in his seafoam gaze. “Was wantin’ to check out Mother Molly’s to see how different it was from the House of Midnight, but other than that? Nothin’ else.” He watches the Accepted curiously, wondering what he might have to say or offer.
Though it’s no surprise that the courtesan would be wanting to take a look at the brothel, it could always wait until tomorrow.
thorn
— getting crucified,
every time you cross my mind //
every time you cross my mind //
