// and all my flowers grew back as thorns //
Content to have as many varieties of stylish things, Thorn’s excitement never fades with the gift received. So as he stands as she agrees to him putting them on, the courtesan unfolds them delicately, slipping them on and affixing them into place, feeling the additional weight to them as he twists a little to show her. “How do they look?” He asks, waiting until he gets the confirmation before he’s leaning against the bar toward her, one leg over the other as he sips from the glass and turns his seafoam gaze onto her to take in every bit of information she says.
Luckily for the courtesan, anxiety wasn’t much of a thing for him these days. So even not knowing how the dance will go doesn’t perturb him. If anything, it intrigues him that much more. “Kay, mkay. So, all those names for ‘em don’t make any fuckin’ sense.” The courtesan snorts, before he shakes his head.
“Maybe one’ve these times we can be in the middle, huh?” He teases, his grin bright as he loosens up a little and glances over to the crowd that’s beginning to form, already ready to take in everything Colt’s informed him, making all those mental notes.
Luckily for the courtesan, anxiety wasn’t much of a thing for him these days. So even not knowing how the dance will go doesn’t perturb him. If anything, it intrigues him that much more. “Kay, mkay. So, all those names for ‘em don’t make any fuckin’ sense.” The courtesan snorts, before he shakes his head.
“Maybe one’ve these times we can be in the middle, huh?” He teases, his grin bright as he loosens up a little and glances over to the crowd that’s beginning to form, already ready to take in everything Colt’s informed him, making all those mental notes.
THORN
