// and all my flowers grew back as thorns //
“I’ve got rhythm for other things, ‘course I’d be able to apply ‘em here.” Thorn boasts proudly into the brief hug, panting as he tries to catch his breath. The music has a lull, before a new song picks up, and he bumps into Colt by accident as she begins to retreat, and Thorn – always watching and very in tune with those around him – notes immediately that something’s off. Letting her slip away without his immediate pummeling of inserting himself in whatever’s going on, the courtesan takes a break here too.
Snagging a new drink – water this time – from the bar, he gulps down a decent amount of it before he gets a refill and heads outside toward where he’d seen her vanish to. She isn’t hard to find, and the tassel portions of the outfit he wears swishes lightly as he makes his approach, snagging a smoke from the man already indulging with a bright grin and a wink.
Taking a drag from it, the courtesan leans against the railing of the House of Midnight’s porch beside Colt, close enough but not too close, he glances over his shoulder into the darkness before resting his weight on one leg and his hip against the rail. “Y’want another shot? Or talk? Or jus’ sit in silence? I’m good at all three.” He offers her gently, giving her option sin a way that allowed her to choose without having to put a face on for him if she didn’t want to.
Snagging a new drink – water this time – from the bar, he gulps down a decent amount of it before he gets a refill and heads outside toward where he’d seen her vanish to. She isn’t hard to find, and the tassel portions of the outfit he wears swishes lightly as he makes his approach, snagging a smoke from the man already indulging with a bright grin and a wink.
Taking a drag from it, the courtesan leans against the railing of the House of Midnight’s porch beside Colt, close enough but not too close, he glances over his shoulder into the darkness before resting his weight on one leg and his hip against the rail. “Y’want another shot? Or talk? Or jus’ sit in silence? I’m good at all three.” He offers her gently, giving her option sin a way that allowed her to choose without having to put a face on for him if she didn’t want to.
THORN
