// and it's alright, that's the way i like it —
“Really is.” Thorn offers with a light laugh, shrugging a shoulder slightly as if it might alleviate tension in his gut from all the food that feels like he might die if he considers moving even more than he already is. Either way, he catches Zavien’s apologetic smile and waves him off, shaking his head as he snickers a bit more. “No, it was nice. She reminded me of my mom, actually.” Which had been a nice bout of nostalgia he hadn’t known he’d needed.
Dusk hits as they walk, though, and music embraces the square and people start to dance and lights start to glimmer, and it seems almost like it’s come from one of those fantasy books Thorn has read, so much so that he bumps into Zavien as he remains at his side but takes it all in, fully unaware of his surroundings. “Huh? Oh.” The courtesan looks over at Zavien with an easy smile, a touch apologetic to mirror the one the Accepted had given him previously. “I think if I’m s’posed to gain some weight, walkin’ it off won’t help next time I see her.” He teases, before he shakes his head and laughs a little again. “Honestly though I think I’ll die if I have to walk it off more.” Here his tone takes on a bit of a whine, looking up at Zavien with seafoam eyes that are more akin to a puppy dog kind of stare to request that they just go back and sleep.
Dusk hits as they walk, though, and music embraces the square and people start to dance and lights start to glimmer, and it seems almost like it’s come from one of those fantasy books Thorn has read, so much so that he bumps into Zavien as he remains at his side but takes it all in, fully unaware of his surroundings. “Huh? Oh.” The courtesan looks over at Zavien with an easy smile, a touch apologetic to mirror the one the Accepted had given him previously. “I think if I’m s’posed to gain some weight, walkin’ it off won’t help next time I see her.” He teases, before he shakes his head and laughs a little again. “Honestly though I think I’ll die if I have to walk it off more.” Here his tone takes on a bit of a whine, looking up at Zavien with seafoam eyes that are more akin to a puppy dog kind of stare to request that they just go back and sleep.
thorn
— getting crucified,
every time you cross my mind //
every time you cross my mind //
