// i am heaven sent, don't you dare forget —
Her question, paired with the nervous edge to her laughter has a bright and warm laugh leaving him as he shakes his head perhaps a touch too violently, sending his wild hair everywhere before he tries to tame it back into place. “No. Just the room they’re all in.” He says as he looks over at her with a pale but bright smile, still finding a touch of laughter fluttering through him at the idea.
Of course, if she asked him, then he could be convinced to. But judging by her question and the tone in her voice, he’s not intending on it.
He does catch her quizzical look when he mentions bad people as he binds the shrine in all kinds of bondage finery, but he doesn’t comment on it just yet. He can tack it in later when he explains why bad people didn’t like dogs, but he focuses on her date instead. At least that was a nicer thought than the ones currently flitting through his head.
Tying off the silken rope, the courtesan drifts toward the bag again and procures another sex toy, returning to the shrine to rest it in against the rocks that make up the base of it. Her date sounds really nice and Thorn shoots her a smile as he shrugs a little. “Can’t say I have. Sounds real nice, though.” Not that he got out that much these days, but seeing the Greatwood in Leafchange might have to be something he gets a client to do if only so he can see it quicker than having to wait for the next exchange.
“I’ve been in like.. Canopies ’n stuff. In the rooms when my clients change ‘em up, usually with some kinda story ‘bout how they’ve always wanted t’do it but haven’t wanted the potential of fallin’. Can’t say I’ve seen or heard anythin’ quite that sweet, though.” And he’s happy for her, enough that he leans partially against the shrine to flash her a warm smile. He settles against it, though, the wind buffeting against his shirt and flaring it open to show the deep scar that sits under his collarbone that usually wasn’t too much on display unless he was working. Like he actively worked to try and hide it.
Of course, if she asked him, then he could be convinced to. But judging by her question and the tone in her voice, he’s not intending on it.
He does catch her quizzical look when he mentions bad people as he binds the shrine in all kinds of bondage finery, but he doesn’t comment on it just yet. He can tack it in later when he explains why bad people didn’t like dogs, but he focuses on her date instead. At least that was a nicer thought than the ones currently flitting through his head.
Tying off the silken rope, the courtesan drifts toward the bag again and procures another sex toy, returning to the shrine to rest it in against the rocks that make up the base of it. Her date sounds really nice and Thorn shoots her a smile as he shrugs a little. “Can’t say I have. Sounds real nice, though.” Not that he got out that much these days, but seeing the Greatwood in Leafchange might have to be something he gets a client to do if only so he can see it quicker than having to wait for the next exchange.
“I’ve been in like.. Canopies ’n stuff. In the rooms when my clients change ‘em up, usually with some kinda story ‘bout how they’ve always wanted t’do it but haven’t wanted the potential of fallin’. Can’t say I’ve seen or heard anythin’ quite that sweet, though.” And he’s happy for her, enough that he leans partially against the shrine to flash her a warm smile. He settles against it, though, the wind buffeting against his shirt and flaring it open to show the deep scar that sits under his collarbone that usually wasn’t too much on display unless he was working. Like he actively worked to try and hide it.
thorn
— i am all you've ever wanted,
what all the other boys all promised //
what all the other boys all promised //
