// You won't stay with me, i know
It was supposed to be a quick little jaunt to the tropical region to snag some new clothes he’d had made, stuffed into a bag to be brought back home, when the party is immediately noticed. Diverting course because obviously the courtesan is curious, he’s sidled up beside Colt, arm in arm, the tattoos on his wrists a stark emerald green over his otherwise slightly tanned skin. “A party?” Thorn mutters, raising a brow, before locking eyes onto the host of the party.
The frown that graces his face is sharp as he recognizes the man from the notice boards, nodding numbly to Colt as he sidles a bit closer - like he could offer some kind of help and protection for her despite her being far more likely to deal damage than he is. “Wanna grab something and just watch from afar? Shit’s fuckin’ awkward.” He mutters, puffing out a sigh and tightening his hold on the bag he carries with him as if unsure what else they should do.
The frown that graces his face is sharp as he recognizes the man from the notice boards, nodding numbly to Colt as he sidles a bit closer - like he could offer some kind of help and protection for her despite her being far more likely to deal damage than he is. “Wanna grab something and just watch from afar? Shit’s fuckin’ awkward.” He mutters, puffing out a sigh and tightening his hold on the bag he carries with him as if unsure what else they should do.
Thorn
but you can have your way with me 'til you go //
