// and it's alright, that's the way i like it —
Seeing Zavien light up at the acceptance of his offer has the courtesan relaxing immediately – his shoulders loosening some tension as he laughs a soft sound and shrugs, completely content with wherever. Besides, it isn’t like he hasn’t shared a bed platonically before. “I don’t mind sharin’. Don’t want you to work too hard after such short’ve notice.” Thorn offers with an easy smile, one blooming more genuinely as he reflects on the compliment. “You’ve got a nice place, even if the roof leaks. And now it sounds like you’ll have a lot of people enjoyin’ your decorations.” He tacks on about the time that Erica is setting the pudding bowl down.
Watching curiously as Zavien starts to dive in, Thorn is equally just as shocked when the smack echoes, his seafoam gaze lifting immediately to the chef with raised brows. “Yes ma’am.” Thorn says immediately, plucking the spoon from the table and takes a bite almost comically quickly so that Zavien could enjoy it as soon as possible. What he doesn’t expect is how incredible it is. Once again stunned into silence (and as close to that same look that Remy in Ratatouille has when he’s smelling all the ingredients and having the time of his life) Thorn flashes a very content smile to Erica. “This’s really, really good.” He compliments, immediately going for a second bite despite how full he still is.
Watching curiously as Zavien starts to dive in, Thorn is equally just as shocked when the smack echoes, his seafoam gaze lifting immediately to the chef with raised brows. “Yes ma’am.” Thorn says immediately, plucking the spoon from the table and takes a bite almost comically quickly so that Zavien could enjoy it as soon as possible. What he doesn’t expect is how incredible it is. Once again stunned into silence (and as close to that same look that Remy in Ratatouille has when he’s smelling all the ingredients and having the time of his life) Thorn flashes a very content smile to Erica. “This’s really, really good.” He compliments, immediately going for a second bite despite how full he still is.
thorn
— getting crucified,
every time you cross my mind //
every time you cross my mind //
