// the only heaven i'll be sent to —
Snickering to himself – because he also doubts that will be the case, but he makes it a point to drop in and bother Zavien whenever he can given that he’s got a standing invitation. And rather than speak his gratitude for it, the courtesan simply bobs his head in a quiet little thanks before his grin is spreading wide at the burst of laughter from the Dragoon. “Gods it was so good but I thought you were gonna have t’roll me home.” He laments, full dramatics as he tosses his head up and presses a hand over his heart, sighing through the words.
Erica made damn good food, but fuck if she wasn’t somewhat intimidating to Thorn. And he certainly wouldn’t go and see her without the Accepted. That sounded like a recipe for trouble he didn’t know how to get out of. At least last time Zavien had taken pity and helped him out.
“Not much’ve one to be honest.” Thorn says around a laugh, thanking the barmaid and cradling the drink in both hands. “I just finished with a client an’ I came down to get a drink an’ there was this pumpkin on the stool tryin’ to get my attention? And then I gave in because it looked lost, y’know, and I wasn’t gonna jus’ let it get lost or somethin’. So I followed it out th’ door an’ this horrible shrieking happened from a floatin’ shitty Ludo mask. Then the pumpkin floated away.” He takes a sip from his drink and his brows pinch as if saying the story out loud made any more sense.
It doesn’t in the slightest.
But he pipes down to listen to what Zavien’s been up to, and his brows lift high enough to hide under his poofy long hair, nodding. He doesn’t get a chance to mention anything about Dahlia – positive he’d seen her at the House of Midnight once before, but he keeps silent on that front too, not wanting to drag too much attention to himself. Instead, he’s simply proud of the Accepted for moving up in the world. “Jeez, Zav, you’re a busy guy. D’ya ever sleep?” He chides playfully with a giggling laugh. “I uh… Met Flora. She’s the Queen of Torchline. It wasn’t work related or whatever, I almost got lost in Queen’s Gambit when I stumbled across her. And uhh, what else… I’ve been thinkin’ about joinin’ the magic academy in Halo?” His lips purse for a moment as he tries to rack his brain over it. “Haven’t had too many new clients that’re notable. Though I got one client that changed th’room in the House of Midnight to this… Real bright, tall buildin’ with lots of metal and a lot of lights. It was really beautiful.” He seems nostalgic for a moment before the thought passes and Thorn’s seafoam gaze lands on Zavien again.
Erica made damn good food, but fuck if she wasn’t somewhat intimidating to Thorn. And he certainly wouldn’t go and see her without the Accepted. That sounded like a recipe for trouble he didn’t know how to get out of. At least last time Zavien had taken pity and helped him out.
“Not much’ve one to be honest.” Thorn says around a laugh, thanking the barmaid and cradling the drink in both hands. “I just finished with a client an’ I came down to get a drink an’ there was this pumpkin on the stool tryin’ to get my attention? And then I gave in because it looked lost, y’know, and I wasn’t gonna jus’ let it get lost or somethin’. So I followed it out th’ door an’ this horrible shrieking happened from a floatin’ shitty Ludo mask. Then the pumpkin floated away.” He takes a sip from his drink and his brows pinch as if saying the story out loud made any more sense.
It doesn’t in the slightest.
But he pipes down to listen to what Zavien’s been up to, and his brows lift high enough to hide under his poofy long hair, nodding. He doesn’t get a chance to mention anything about Dahlia – positive he’d seen her at the House of Midnight once before, but he keeps silent on that front too, not wanting to drag too much attention to himself. Instead, he’s simply proud of the Accepted for moving up in the world. “Jeez, Zav, you’re a busy guy. D’ya ever sleep?” He chides playfully with a giggling laugh. “I uh… Met Flora. She’s the Queen of Torchline. It wasn’t work related or whatever, I almost got lost in Queen’s Gambit when I stumbled across her. And uhh, what else… I’ve been thinkin’ about joinin’ the magic academy in Halo?” His lips purse for a moment as he tries to rack his brain over it. “Haven’t had too many new clients that’re notable. Though I got one client that changed th’room in the House of Midnight to this… Real bright, tall buildin’ with lots of metal and a lot of lights. It was really beautiful.” He seems nostalgic for a moment before the thought passes and Thorn’s seafoam gaze lands on Zavien again.
thorn
— is when i'm alone with you //
