// i am heaven sent, don't you dare forget —
Collecting quite the variety of pink and red blooms, Thorn’s basket also starts to fill a little quickly, much to his surprise. He’s lagging behind Colt, likely because there seemed to be a lot more clusters of these red flowers back here as opposed to the blue ones she’s focusing on. Not that he’s complaining as he straightens up and heads back to the wagon to unload the flowers when he hears Colt’s voice presumably ringing out toward him.
Seafoam eyes slip to her as he dumps his contents into the wagon, flashing her an easy smile. “Yeah, that’s me.” He says a touch proudly. “Hawthorn, but everyone calls me Thorn.” He offers before he’s inclining his head, his wild curls dancing against his neck. “Nice t’meet ya officially, Colt.” Ah, but then she’s spinning on her heel to talk to Sunjata and the courtesan’s gaze flits toward the owner of the brothel.
Interjecting briefly before Sunjata can respond, its with a playful and curious smile on his face that he offers his own answer. “Think I heard somethin’ 'bout pineapple?” He tosses out before he’s getting back to work, smirking to himself in spite of whether or not it was true as he starts collecting the red and pink flowers again.
Seafoam eyes slip to her as he dumps his contents into the wagon, flashing her an easy smile. “Yeah, that’s me.” He says a touch proudly. “Hawthorn, but everyone calls me Thorn.” He offers before he’s inclining his head, his wild curls dancing against his neck. “Nice t’meet ya officially, Colt.” Ah, but then she’s spinning on her heel to talk to Sunjata and the courtesan’s gaze flits toward the owner of the brothel.
Interjecting briefly before Sunjata can respond, its with a playful and curious smile on his face that he offers his own answer. “Think I heard somethin’ 'bout pineapple?” He tosses out before he’s getting back to work, smirking to himself in spite of whether or not it was true as he starts collecting the red and pink flowers again.
thorn
— i am all you've ever wanted,
what all the other boys all promised //
what all the other boys all promised //
