last couple of months kinda been a disaster
The courtesan laughs when the realization blooms across her face - the outburst loud enough that it has people turning toward them. And Thorn nods, not sheepish or worried in the slightest now that he knows she’s gotten the gist of it. “Yeah, exactly.” Puffing out a soft sigh of relief, he turns to the next person to hand them a blue flower, its edges curling around the bud that hasn’t fully bloomed when her next question hits him and he barks out a laugh that he tries to stifle down.
“Yeah. Won’t say I’m the best at it, obviously, but I’m not too bad.” He could at least take that compliment, rather than the way everyone seems to pretend like he’s some kind of god for it.
He wasn’t. His boss was.
“Yeah. Won’t say I’m the best at it, obviously, but I’m not too bad.” He could at least take that compliment, rather than the way everyone seems to pretend like he’s some kind of god for it.
He wasn’t. His boss was.
Hawthorn
tell all my friends i'm asleep if they ask ya
