// and it's alright, that's the way i like it —
Thorn’s grin is vibrant as the bull starts to turn toward them, easily following Vesper’s misty step and his own flickering flare of magic to guide the creature over. And for a moment he thinks it’s all going to go perfectly, until the third that hadn’t spoken, suddenly shifts into a tiger. Thorn, immediately seeing the shift in the bull, is already hopping up and over the edge of the gate, using his flexibility and quick thinking to get the fuck out of dodge.
Watching as the bull slams into the chute and the bench shifts and snaps, Thorn straightens up outside of any potential crashed portions of fence, gaze finding Colt was she unleashes toward the help at the first gate. It gives him a moment to get back toward where Colt dishes out the tasks, nodding and flashing an easy smile as if to relieve her from worrying about anything else.
Flashing a wink toward Vesper, Thorn heads over toward the fucked up fencing. “Lemme get this portion apart an’ we can put the new one in ’n go down the line.” Vesper looked stronger than he was, which is why the courtesan chooses to have him haul the heavy stuff. And in favor for attempting to stealthily inspect the demigod for his friend (not realizing he’s a mind reader, of course), he opts for idle conversation as they work.
“So how d’ya know Colt?” He asks, the perfect mask of curiosity.
Thorn gets to work removing the panels that need to be replaced!
Watching as the bull slams into the chute and the bench shifts and snaps, Thorn straightens up outside of any potential crashed portions of fence, gaze finding Colt was she unleashes toward the help at the first gate. It gives him a moment to get back toward where Colt dishes out the tasks, nodding and flashing an easy smile as if to relieve her from worrying about anything else.
Flashing a wink toward Vesper, Thorn heads over toward the fucked up fencing. “Lemme get this portion apart an’ we can put the new one in ’n go down the line.” Vesper looked stronger than he was, which is why the courtesan chooses to have him haul the heavy stuff. And in favor for attempting to stealthily inspect the demigod for his friend (not realizing he’s a mind reader, of course), he opts for idle conversation as they work.
“So how d’ya know Colt?” He asks, the perfect mask of curiosity.
Thorn gets to work removing the panels that need to be replaced!
thorn
— getting crucified,
every time you cross my mind //
every time you cross my mind //
