// i am heaven sent, don't you dare forget —
Having absolutely zero idea anything about keeping wild unicorns out of Colt’s pastures, Thorn spends time plucking more flowers, loading them up into his basket and returning to dump them into the wagon. It’s an easy back and forth, and he takes a moment to even snag a yellow flower as it snaps from its stem in his attempts to remove it, deciding it can be the sacrifice to stick into his hair.
It's precisely that time as he snags the last of the flowers in the general vicinity that the courtesan looks up to see the dirt flying his way – and in a similar fashion to the water, he squeals a little and snags a bit of the breeze to spread the flare of dirt back at her. “Oy! Now ‘m gonna need to shower again!” He complains, the little peppering of dirt splattering his wrists and subsequently smearing a line across his forehead as he brushes his hair out of the way with his tongue poking out toward Colt for the audacity.
Thorn also picks ALL THE FLOWERS
It's precisely that time as he snags the last of the flowers in the general vicinity that the courtesan looks up to see the dirt flying his way – and in a similar fashion to the water, he squeals a little and snags a bit of the breeze to spread the flare of dirt back at her. “Oy! Now ‘m gonna need to shower again!” He complains, the little peppering of dirt splattering his wrists and subsequently smearing a line across his forehead as he brushes his hair out of the way with his tongue poking out toward Colt for the audacity.
Thorn also picks ALL THE FLOWERS
thorn
— i am all you've ever wanted,
what all the other boys all promised //
what all the other boys all promised //
