// the only heaven i'll be sent to —
The smack of the back of her hand to his thigh almost has him jostling the margarita he’s carefully lifting to his lips. He doesn’t lose any of it, though, instead letting a soft laugh escape him in agreement before his tongue dips out to snag some of the salt from the rim and takes a healthy sip. “Everyone’s got somethin’.” He agrees, from the things she lists out to the simple idea of loneliness, there was always something that motivated people to do one thing over another.
Instead, the courtesan is taken completely by surprise when he hears her drop the fact that this stranger’s mom was Safrin? He sets the margarita down so he doesn’t spill it, leaning to hover over her with his brows furrowed and his wild hair half crossing his face. “Sorry, what the fuck? Safrin’s his mom??” Just a casual bombshell, like it didn’t change much.
He’s still trying to wrap his mind around it when she continues, the fact that he’s young and even younger than him and he raises a brow at her like he’s surprised that’s the biggest problem. “Ya got an age limit?” He asks curiously, because half his clients didn’t care about it. But Thorn was of age anyway.
Well… And he did get paid, so, perhaps his judgement on that front isn’t the best.
“Okay, okay. So. I mean, if I were you I’d straight up ask ‘im if he’s got some motive.” He squints at her before withdrawing and taking a heavy sip of his margarita, setting it back down to peer at her with a knowing look. “Maybe there’s nothin’ and he’s appreciatin’ how pretty y’are and we're just makin' a mole hill outta nothin'?” Another counterpoint. Colt was gorgeous. Maybe Safrin’s kid had a thing for pretty women?
Or maybe he’s got mommy issues? Hard to say when he’s never met the guy.
Instead, the courtesan is taken completely by surprise when he hears her drop the fact that this stranger’s mom was Safrin? He sets the margarita down so he doesn’t spill it, leaning to hover over her with his brows furrowed and his wild hair half crossing his face. “Sorry, what the fuck? Safrin’s his mom??” Just a casual bombshell, like it didn’t change much.
He’s still trying to wrap his mind around it when she continues, the fact that he’s young and even younger than him and he raises a brow at her like he’s surprised that’s the biggest problem. “Ya got an age limit?” He asks curiously, because half his clients didn’t care about it. But Thorn was of age anyway.
Well… And he did get paid, so, perhaps his judgement on that front isn’t the best.
“Okay, okay. So. I mean, if I were you I’d straight up ask ‘im if he’s got some motive.” He squints at her before withdrawing and taking a heavy sip of his margarita, setting it back down to peer at her with a knowing look. “Maybe there’s nothin’ and he’s appreciatin’ how pretty y’are and we're just makin' a mole hill outta nothin'?” Another counterpoint. Colt was gorgeous. Maybe Safrin’s kid had a thing for pretty women?
Or maybe he’s got mommy issues? Hard to say when he’s never met the guy.
thorn
— is when i'm alone with you //
