// and it's alright, that's the way i like it —
Absolutely prepared to be murdered the second he steps over the threshold – it isn’t entirely wrong as he takes that tentative step toward the gourd, focused so intensely on the orange shell of the creature, that he doesn’t notice the floating Ludo head immediately. If anything, Thorn hears the banshee cry, zinging in his ear and leaving it ringing, flinching as his hands come up and his air magic focuses on pushing whatever’s around him out, as he pops open his seafoam eyes and curses come spewing out of his lips.
All because his heart is trying to fall out of his ass. “Frey’s fuckin’ tits, what fuckin’ shit ass Ludo fuckin' bullshit is this?!! Hey! Where're ya goin?!” He all but gasps out, seeing nothing more than a floating head of red hair and a shitty Ludo mask for emphasis, darting and twirling and vanishing toward the entrance. And Thorn, with his stomach completely knotted up in his throat, sags against the doorframe, sucking in breaths like a fish out of water, all while the bartender behind the bar – the one that adores and loathes him – cackles like a maniac.
All because his heart is trying to fall out of his ass. “Frey’s fuckin’ tits, what fuckin’ shit ass Ludo fuckin' bullshit is this?!! Hey! Where're ya goin?!” He all but gasps out, seeing nothing more than a floating head of red hair and a shitty Ludo mask for emphasis, darting and twirling and vanishing toward the entrance. And Thorn, with his stomach completely knotted up in his throat, sags against the doorframe, sucking in breaths like a fish out of water, all while the bartender behind the bar – the one that adores and loathes him – cackles like a maniac.
thorn
— getting crucified,
every time you cross my mind //
every time you cross my mind //
