// the only heaven i'll be sent to —
“’Cause it was one of those, uh, vampire gourds or somethin’!” Thorn says around another bubbling laugh, racking through his thin frame. “Sentient ‘n shit, I dunno. Looked confused ‘n really wanted me t’follow it.” And he had, and the frightening reveal had been done. Maybe it’s a sign that he should go and see Ludo instead of continuing to follow Frey if only so he can ask it a simple hey, what the fuck was that??
At any rate, the snickering, bubbling laugh continues as he’s pointed at – because the courtesan was familiar with the way that he was ninety nine percent sure that Zavien had decided to do home renovations in the middle of the night with how many logs he’d sawed. It’s a tidbit that he does keep to himself, though, amused as much as he is to have witnessed it in person, even if he hadn’t been too excited with the lack of sleep the next day.
Not that he can complain too much, Thorn is a light sleeper, but he moves all over the place, legs and arms thrown around in his own little restless party. But thankfully Zavien doesn’t bring that up either.
Regarding the Academy, though, Zavien does bring up a good point and the courtesan makes a show of thinking about it long and hard before he nods. “You’re prolly right.” He agrees, flashing a smile toward the Dragoon before he sighs a little, swept away shortly after for talk of the House of Midnight and its varying, changing rooms. “So, ‘side from the big ol’ building with all th’ lights, my other favorite was this client that wanted t’be in a big ass forest at the very top of the trees in a real nice treehouse.” The view had been amazing, even if completely conjured up out of nothing. And he realizes shortly after that maybe Halo’s rubbed off on him with the thrill of being in high up places.
Maybe that’s why he keeps finding himself drawn to Stormbreak, whether or not he goes.
At any rate, the snickering, bubbling laugh continues as he’s pointed at – because the courtesan was familiar with the way that he was ninety nine percent sure that Zavien had decided to do home renovations in the middle of the night with how many logs he’d sawed. It’s a tidbit that he does keep to himself, though, amused as much as he is to have witnessed it in person, even if he hadn’t been too excited with the lack of sleep the next day.
Not that he can complain too much, Thorn is a light sleeper, but he moves all over the place, legs and arms thrown around in his own little restless party. But thankfully Zavien doesn’t bring that up either.
Regarding the Academy, though, Zavien does bring up a good point and the courtesan makes a show of thinking about it long and hard before he nods. “You’re prolly right.” He agrees, flashing a smile toward the Dragoon before he sighs a little, swept away shortly after for talk of the House of Midnight and its varying, changing rooms. “So, ‘side from the big ol’ building with all th’ lights, my other favorite was this client that wanted t’be in a big ass forest at the very top of the trees in a real nice treehouse.” The view had been amazing, even if completely conjured up out of nothing. And he realizes shortly after that maybe Halo’s rubbed off on him with the thrill of being in high up places.
Maybe that’s why he keeps finding himself drawn to Stormbreak, whether or not he goes.
thorn
— is when i'm alone with you //
