// the only heaven i'll be sent to —
“Readyin’ my mind for pictures.” Thorn rumbles as he closes his eyes with a hint of dramatics, like it’s a movie he’s about to paint in his head while she speaks. But the act doesn’t last long, his seafoam gaze popping open immediately when she says that this stranger can shift into a horse and took her practically backpacking across the whole desert. So rather than paint the picture in complete darkness of closed lids, he watches as she makes the margarita, his own brow raised.
So he nods when she pauses, asking the question while she bites her tongue, his gaze narrowing a touch as he tilts his head. “Sounds almost too good.” Drumming his fingertips along the countertop from where he’s still perched on it, his other hand snags the margarita to sip from it as she hops up to sit beside him, laying back to peer up at him. And all the while, Thorn’s mind is already racking based off of what he did and didn’t know about Colt.
And yet somehow still finding himself protective of her, like he has any right to be.
But her excitement over the ordeal is palpable, and Thorn snorts a little as she mentions he’s got his favorites – to which he can’t lie and say he doesn’t. There are those that he’s more excited to see when they book him, because at the very least he’d get something he enjoyed at the end of the day instead of completely providing for his clients all on his own. “I’m glad you’re happy, Colt. I just.. It’s weird that it seems like he’s able to give ya everything without wantin’ anything, right? People’re selfish.” Maybe that’s the courtesan in him talking. Maybe it’s the fact he hasn’t had just a spontaneous fuck in a long while that he didn’t get paid for that’s talking, but he takes a long deep sip of the margarita and works his brain as he considers her and the situation, letting the alcohol flood him with warmth.
So he nods when she pauses, asking the question while she bites her tongue, his gaze narrowing a touch as he tilts his head. “Sounds almost too good.” Drumming his fingertips along the countertop from where he’s still perched on it, his other hand snags the margarita to sip from it as she hops up to sit beside him, laying back to peer up at him. And all the while, Thorn’s mind is already racking based off of what he did and didn’t know about Colt.
And yet somehow still finding himself protective of her, like he has any right to be.
But her excitement over the ordeal is palpable, and Thorn snorts a little as she mentions he’s got his favorites – to which he can’t lie and say he doesn’t. There are those that he’s more excited to see when they book him, because at the very least he’d get something he enjoyed at the end of the day instead of completely providing for his clients all on his own. “I’m glad you’re happy, Colt. I just.. It’s weird that it seems like he’s able to give ya everything without wantin’ anything, right? People’re selfish.” Maybe that’s the courtesan in him talking. Maybe it’s the fact he hasn’t had just a spontaneous fuck in a long while that he didn’t get paid for that’s talking, but he takes a long deep sip of the margarita and works his brain as he considers her and the situation, letting the alcohol flood him with warmth.
thorn
— is when i'm alone with you //
