// and it's alright, that's the way i like it —
Thorn has notoriously had this on and off again love hate relationship with the bartender this evening down in the lobby of the House of Midnight. And it’s that reason that guides him down, having just finished up with a client, showered, cleaned up and dressed again in a light, airy silver shirt, leaving not much to be imagined when it came to his torso.
As such, the first thing Melita will see is the cuff of thorns around a certain wrist, before the willowy courtesan slips through, offering a purring remark to a purveyor before drifting to slink into a seat by a particularly grumpy pumpkin — which was fucking weird, first of all, but he wasn’t in the business of controlling or handling lost companions or creatures.
So, taking a hand through his poofy hair, Thorn flashes his most dazzling smile to the bartender that both loves and hates him, asking for a mocktail, lounging halfway across the bar completely unaware of what awaits him.
As such, the first thing Melita will see is the cuff of thorns around a certain wrist, before the willowy courtesan slips through, offering a purring remark to a purveyor before drifting to slink into a seat by a particularly grumpy pumpkin — which was fucking weird, first of all, but he wasn’t in the business of controlling or handling lost companions or creatures.
So, taking a hand through his poofy hair, Thorn flashes his most dazzling smile to the bartender that both loves and hates him, asking for a mocktail, lounging halfway across the bar completely unaware of what awaits him.
thorn
— getting crucified,
every time you cross my mind //
every time you cross my mind //
