// and it's alright, that's the way i like it —
“This is fuckin’ weird.” Thorn hisses under his breath, already feeling a stream of embarrassment by how excited this murderous looking pumpkin was that he was following. Why? Well, it hadn’t chosen anyone else, so the courtesan tries to reason that it’s decided to choose him based off the vine tattoos along his body. A kinship and all that.
And maybe that means that this pumpkin with too many teeth wouldn’t murder him behind the door. Right?
Right?
Taking a deep breath, he continues to follow the gourd who’s revealing plenty of urgency that he follow, and he crosses that threshold of the door with his seafoam gaze glued to Fangorn as stress bleeds into his veins that he can’t quite push away. "I dunno what'ya think you're tryin' to do but.. S'really kinda weirdin' me out." Thorn complains, a touch under his breath.
And maybe that means that this pumpkin with too many teeth wouldn’t murder him behind the door. Right?
Right?
Taking a deep breath, he continues to follow the gourd who’s revealing plenty of urgency that he follow, and he crosses that threshold of the door with his seafoam gaze glued to Fangorn as stress bleeds into his veins that he can’t quite push away. "I dunno what'ya think you're tryin' to do but.. S'really kinda weirdin' me out." Thorn complains, a touch under his breath.
thorn
— getting crucified,
every time you cross my mind //
every time you cross my mind //
