// the only heaven i'll be sent to —
His brows pinch as he glances at her – trying to see where the aging may have occurred. She’s older than he thought, but even still? As far as Thorn was concerned, if they were adults when they got together, well… That’s really it. There’d still need to be that understanding of the gap just in case, but for the most part, all’s well that ends well, right? “Nah, not if you already know it goin’ into it. An’ so long as he’s already old enough, I mean.. Where’s the harm, I guess?” Aside from her previous worries about not being able to relate to Vesper.
On that, he can’t really offer advice. So instead, he focuses on his suggestion of distraction, and for that Thorn nods. “Helped me out before.” He offers, returning to his chipper smile. And while he isn’t offering himself, per say, she does live close enough to a brothel if she wanted a decent roll in the hay as it were.
But then she’s telling him that he knows where she lives, that he’d be able to just appear if he wanted to on a whim, and for that Thorn’s attention flits toward the window of the kitchen as if checking to make sure Safrin’s son isn’t eavesdropping on their private little chat. Satisfied with seeing nothing out of place, he nudges her with his elbow and a crooked smile. “Unless he does really like ya, but I’m expectin’ another night of margarita’s if that’s the case.” He waggles his brows playfully, his bright smile twisting more playful.
On that, he can’t really offer advice. So instead, he focuses on his suggestion of distraction, and for that Thorn nods. “Helped me out before.” He offers, returning to his chipper smile. And while he isn’t offering himself, per say, she does live close enough to a brothel if she wanted a decent roll in the hay as it were.
But then she’s telling him that he knows where she lives, that he’d be able to just appear if he wanted to on a whim, and for that Thorn’s attention flits toward the window of the kitchen as if checking to make sure Safrin’s son isn’t eavesdropping on their private little chat. Satisfied with seeing nothing out of place, he nudges her with his elbow and a crooked smile. “Unless he does really like ya, but I’m expectin’ another night of margarita’s if that’s the case.” He waggles his brows playfully, his bright smile twisting more playful.
thorn
— is when i'm alone with you //
