so we take our time and skip around some
Arriving in what is essentially y’allternative, Thorn makes his way over toward Colt with a bright grin of greeting. A black cowboy hat sits on his head, casting shade over his bright seafoam eyes, hair restrained as he wears something similar to what he’d worn when Colt had taken him line dancing – the shimmering, glittery tanktop that’s sheer enough to be breathable with a tall neckline not unlike the start of a turtleneck, paired with dark pants and the dark chaps with fringes that swish and sway with each movement.
“You excited?” He asks her when there’s a momentary break, a crooked smile flashed her way when he notes Vesper among the mix of people around, wondering if there’d been any developments regarding the young man – especially, given the fact she’d made him go to their birthday party, too. It was neither here nor there, though, not as he takes in the popularity of the event, spotting faces that didn’t even live amongst the region they both called home.
Thorn watches!
“You excited?” He asks her when there’s a momentary break, a crooked smile flashed her way when he notes Vesper among the mix of people around, wondering if there’d been any developments regarding the young man – especially, given the fact she’d made him go to their birthday party, too. It was neither here nor there, though, not as he takes in the popularity of the event, spotting faces that didn’t even live amongst the region they both called home.
Thorn watches!
Hawthorn
half my love is on the run
