// the only heaven i'll be sent to —
“I don’t think I’ll even be able t’eat a pumpkin pie.” Thorn laments wholly dramatically, at least he thinks he is – until Zavien brings up a good point about Leafchange and Thorn groans, immediately bringing up both hands to rub at his face. “I didn’t even think’ve that.” Spreading his fingers out to peer his seafoam gaze at the Dragoon, it’s with a mixture of amusement and also a touch of pain that the sentiment – while fully – would potentially be terrible.
Luckily thoughts of Halo and adventures back there without even needing to mention to his family that he’s returning briefly – hoping to not run into them as he makes those treks – the courtesan flashes Zavien an easy smile as he recalls the rooms he’d liked the best. Yet, realizing that Zavien wasn’t quite fond of heights has him imagining something quaint for the dragoon – a nice cobblestone cottage, perhaps adorned with vines and wisteria in the middle of nowhere, with good food, tea, drinks, and a multitude of people milling about.
“Oh, me? No.” Thorn says with a chuckle, pausing to take a sip of his drink before he lets his gaze land back on the other man. “I’ve never got to pick the room. It’d prolly be something gaudy and far too fancy.” Bouncing his brows playfully, he settles in his seat easier. “Not that it’s a problem for the room, but it could be a problem for me gettin’ my hopes up, y’know?” It’s sarcastically said – though the amount of varying spaces he’s been in, he hasn’t paid too much attention to for obvious reasons (unless they were the big and vibrant differences, like the tree houses and the skyscrapers).
Luckily thoughts of Halo and adventures back there without even needing to mention to his family that he’s returning briefly – hoping to not run into them as he makes those treks – the courtesan flashes Zavien an easy smile as he recalls the rooms he’d liked the best. Yet, realizing that Zavien wasn’t quite fond of heights has him imagining something quaint for the dragoon – a nice cobblestone cottage, perhaps adorned with vines and wisteria in the middle of nowhere, with good food, tea, drinks, and a multitude of people milling about.
“Oh, me? No.” Thorn says with a chuckle, pausing to take a sip of his drink before he lets his gaze land back on the other man. “I’ve never got to pick the room. It’d prolly be something gaudy and far too fancy.” Bouncing his brows playfully, he settles in his seat easier. “Not that it’s a problem for the room, but it could be a problem for me gettin’ my hopes up, y’know?” It’s sarcastically said – though the amount of varying spaces he’s been in, he hasn’t paid too much attention to for obvious reasons (unless they were the big and vibrant differences, like the tree houses and the skyscrapers).
thorn
— is when i'm alone with you //
