// and it's alright, that's the way i like it —
“Makes sense.” Thorn says with a soft laugh, before he’d fallen into step, watching the crowd and dances begin, meandering through in what he thinks to be a straight line before he’s nearly bumping into Zavien, turning to listen to the question and offer his answer with his very well practiced puppy dog eyes (one that he utilizes on occasion for work).
But the Accepted’s arm slings around his shoulders and Thorn soaks into the warmth offered from the other man, letting another soft laugh leave him in delight at the fact his request was granted, and the playful answer is one that the courtesan latches onto. Especially as he’s guided through the crowd by his gracious host.
Inside the home, warmth begins to spark from the fire that Zavien sparks and Thorn drifts further in, shrugging out of the loose coat he wears. He hadn’t come entirely prepared – given that he’d expected to get a few pieces of clothes while out and about shopping here, so for now he remains in a relatively sheer dark purple crop top, showing off the tattoos that trail from his lower back, up his sides, and down his arms to make the two little thorned vine cuffs that encircle each of his wrists. “S’a nice place, Zav.” He says with a touch of softness. Despite the leaking roof, it was Zavien’s. He didn’t have to share rooms or have a small portion of one to himself. Thorn realizes once again that he longs for such a space, deep in the recesses of his mind and heart.
Either way, he follows Zavien into the bedroom to see the bed and the extra blankets piled up, and Thorn slips out of his shoes as well, removing any jewelry that might try to stab him in his sleep. “Gods, you’re tellin’ me.” Thorn hums with a laugh, immediately flopping back onto the bed and taking up quite a small amount of space as to not encroach too much on Zavien’s space.
Though he does steal a blanket.
But the Accepted’s arm slings around his shoulders and Thorn soaks into the warmth offered from the other man, letting another soft laugh leave him in delight at the fact his request was granted, and the playful answer is one that the courtesan latches onto. Especially as he’s guided through the crowd by his gracious host.
Inside the home, warmth begins to spark from the fire that Zavien sparks and Thorn drifts further in, shrugging out of the loose coat he wears. He hadn’t come entirely prepared – given that he’d expected to get a few pieces of clothes while out and about shopping here, so for now he remains in a relatively sheer dark purple crop top, showing off the tattoos that trail from his lower back, up his sides, and down his arms to make the two little thorned vine cuffs that encircle each of his wrists. “S’a nice place, Zav.” He says with a touch of softness. Despite the leaking roof, it was Zavien’s. He didn’t have to share rooms or have a small portion of one to himself. Thorn realizes once again that he longs for such a space, deep in the recesses of his mind and heart.
Either way, he follows Zavien into the bedroom to see the bed and the extra blankets piled up, and Thorn slips out of his shoes as well, removing any jewelry that might try to stab him in his sleep. “Gods, you’re tellin’ me.” Thorn hums with a laugh, immediately flopping back onto the bed and taking up quite a small amount of space as to not encroach too much on Zavien’s space.
Though he does steal a blanket.
thorn
— getting crucified,
every time you cross my mind //
every time you cross my mind //
