// the only heaven i'll be sent to —
“Yeah, it prolly did.” Comes another voice from within the maze, Thorn rounding a corner as he’s trying his best to get out of the fuckin’ maze. What he doesn’t expect is to stumble across quite a gorgeous face – one he thinks he can remember seeing back in Torchline when he’d worked and lived there. Either way, he flashes his most charming and seductive smile, head cocking as he gestures with his tattooed arm toward the path she’d just turned into the dead end from.
He's wearing a loose fitting shirt, shimmering and sheer, leaving not much to the imagination of his torso, where the vines and thorns wind around his wrists and up his arms and down his sides.
“Ya comin’ or goin’, beautiful?” He purrs with a slight smirk and a raise of his brow. He’s no hero, of course, but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t mind spending a bit of time with such a beautiful woman.
He's wearing a loose fitting shirt, shimmering and sheer, leaving not much to the imagination of his torso, where the vines and thorns wind around his wrists and up his arms and down his sides.
“Ya comin’ or goin’, beautiful?” He purrs with a slight smirk and a raise of his brow. He’s no hero, of course, but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t mind spending a bit of time with such a beautiful woman.
thorn
— is when i'm alone with you //
