// i am heaven sent, don't you dare forget —
Her joke hits the nose, Thorn’s smile brightening as a laugh leaves him, nodding. “Yeah, jus’ like that.” Nevermind the tattoos that spiral from his wrists and along his body, the thorned cuffs visible with each pluck of flowers. He does snort to her follow up about it being on the menu every night, and while it was, something about the freshness of Longheat pineapple was far more tantalizing.
He’s fairly certain the Archon would be able to answer that better, though.
“Oh but like… I could go for ribs.” The courtesan says as he plucks flowers, reaching in to grab the next bundle of red and pink flowers to toss them into his basket. His seafoam gaze lifts toward Colt and the Archon in turn, dark brows lifting thoughtfully.
Once he’s loaded up the basket, he returns to dump more flowers in, and get back to work, using a bit of his telekinesis to help loosen the roots of the next series of blooms.
He’s fairly certain the Archon would be able to answer that better, though.
“Oh but like… I could go for ribs.” The courtesan says as he plucks flowers, reaching in to grab the next bundle of red and pink flowers to toss them into his basket. His seafoam gaze lifts toward Colt and the Archon in turn, dark brows lifting thoughtfully.
Once he’s loaded up the basket, he returns to dump more flowers in, and get back to work, using a bit of his telekinesis to help loosen the roots of the next series of blooms.
thorn
— i am all you've ever wanted,
what all the other boys all promised //
what all the other boys all promised //
