// the only heaven i'll be sent to —
Caught in the lie, Thorn can’t help the huff of a laugh that bubbles out of him at her question, a bright smile planting itself onto his face as he calculates quickly what kind of excuse he can come up with. Alas, it’s nothing, and so he simple settles for “I’m gonna try to fuckin’ remember how I got in here in the first place.” Said on the air of another snort, Thorn shrugs as if that was the end all be all.
Glancing back to meet the blues of her eyes, Thorn’s brow lifts with a smirk overtaking the smile. “I know, right? I paid a lot for ‘em.” Rolling his eyes playfully, Thorn’s interest is immediately captured as she reveals her own get away free card, his brows rising as a whistle slips past his lips and he crosses his arms across his chest. “Oy, isn’t that kinda cheating?” He asks, despite the fact he’d use the same thing had he had the option to. As it stands, Thorn’s helplessly gotta figure it out on his own.
His gaze flickers down the path of the maze, squinting as if trying to remember whether he’d been down this way at all when Flora offers her name and his head swings back to her with a raised brow. “Ha, no fuckin’ way. I’m Hawthorn. Friends call me Thorn, though.” And his clients call him whatever they want.
Regardless, he certainly knows who she is, and he drops into a dramatic and playful bow toward her, rising with a glint of playfulness in his eyes. “Nice to meet ya, your majesty.”
Glancing back to meet the blues of her eyes, Thorn’s brow lifts with a smirk overtaking the smile. “I know, right? I paid a lot for ‘em.” Rolling his eyes playfully, Thorn’s interest is immediately captured as she reveals her own get away free card, his brows rising as a whistle slips past his lips and he crosses his arms across his chest. “Oy, isn’t that kinda cheating?” He asks, despite the fact he’d use the same thing had he had the option to. As it stands, Thorn’s helplessly gotta figure it out on his own.
His gaze flickers down the path of the maze, squinting as if trying to remember whether he’d been down this way at all when Flora offers her name and his head swings back to her with a raised brow. “Ha, no fuckin’ way. I’m Hawthorn. Friends call me Thorn, though.” And his clients call him whatever they want.
Regardless, he certainly knows who she is, and he drops into a dramatic and playful bow toward her, rising with a glint of playfulness in his eyes. “Nice to meet ya, your majesty.”
thorn
— is when i'm alone with you //
