// the only heaven i'll be sent to —
The courtesan is all too happy to give her a good long look, before attempting to be some kind of gentleman. (His polite manners are much of a lack there of when he’d spent the last however long working and living in brothels, after all). At her question, though, Thorn snickers before he shakes his head, sending the multitude of dangling earrings dancing in the sunlight. “Unfortunately for you, I’m makin’ my grand escape.” Jeweled fingers waggle for emphasis.
As for her and her tan, though, his seafoam gaze meets her freshly revealed own as the sunglasses are pulled down. “Thought I’d see what the fuss was about for the bowl of fire in the middle.” He folds his tattooed arms across his chest with a dramatic sigh, leaning heavily on one leg. “In case you’re wonderin’, no, it doesn’t work.” Flashing her a playful smirk, he twists an amount that surely suggests he’s quite flexible, to show the burnt edge of his pant leg.
As for her and her tan, though, his seafoam gaze meets her freshly revealed own as the sunglasses are pulled down. “Thought I’d see what the fuss was about for the bowl of fire in the middle.” He folds his tattooed arms across his chest with a dramatic sigh, leaning heavily on one leg. “In case you’re wonderin’, no, it doesn’t work.” Flashing her a playful smirk, he twists an amount that surely suggests he’s quite flexible, to show the burnt edge of his pant leg.
thorn
— is when i'm alone with you //
