// and it's alright, that's the way i like it —
The darlin’ is heard and processed immediately as Thorn pulls away from the warm hug he practically melts into from Colt. And it does little to keep him from twisting as he nibbles on the cookie to greet the man that arrives, certainly taking him in and giving him a slow, dragging look — appreciation mostly, but also absolute curiosity. His smile is bright yet sly, a traditional courtesan look of taking someone in when he nods his head to Vesper’s question. “That’s me. Thorn.” He says in a playful hum, settling beside Colt on the railing as the next person arrives.
Offering a nod to the additional help, Thorn’s gaze flits back to Colt as she begins to explain, only for the sudden call to look out and the rage of a bull distracts Thorn entirely, tossing him on edge within the fraction of a second. He watches Vesper and his shadows move with such ease it’s distractingly beautiful to watch, but the courtesan realizes he needs to work too.
Cursing under his breath, he slips into the pen and bolts to the other side where the latch has been open, and while he doesn’t know if it would truly work, he reaches out to the greenery that can be seen through this portion of the gate and uses his illusion magic, shifting the view to ripple slightly, distorting enough to hopefully piss off the bull more to head toward the opening. “Aye! Lookit this!” He calls out for a more verbal approach, too.
Thorn bolts to the other gate and uses his illusion magic to make the gate entrance ripple to hopefully attract the bull over toward it!
Offering a nod to the additional help, Thorn’s gaze flits back to Colt as she begins to explain, only for the sudden call to look out and the rage of a bull distracts Thorn entirely, tossing him on edge within the fraction of a second. He watches Vesper and his shadows move with such ease it’s distractingly beautiful to watch, but the courtesan realizes he needs to work too.
Cursing under his breath, he slips into the pen and bolts to the other side where the latch has been open, and while he doesn’t know if it would truly work, he reaches out to the greenery that can be seen through this portion of the gate and uses his illusion magic, shifting the view to ripple slightly, distorting enough to hopefully piss off the bull more to head toward the opening. “Aye! Lookit this!” He calls out for a more verbal approach, too.
Thorn bolts to the other gate and uses his illusion magic to make the gate entrance ripple to hopefully attract the bull over toward it!
thorn
— getting crucified,
every time you cross my mind //
every time you cross my mind //
