last couple of months kinda been a disaster
Easily convinced to join Colt on the trip to the Greatwood for the party, even if he was woefully unprepared and had to snag an outfit from the docks before they’d departed, the courtesan arrives in what he can only assume to be as close to Ludo’s Finest as he could manage. Though, admittedly with a touch of Frey added in from how sheer the fabric that makes the rags are. Not unlike an Ancient in their midst, the courtesan doesn’t wear a shirt beneath it, leaving the tattoos along his back, hips, and arms fully visible where they delve below the line of his pants.
He admires the shifting colors of the leaves, the way the light from the lanterns play against the trunks of trees and the boughs overhead as they trail further in and when the party fully opens up before him, he’s distracted by the music and the people mingling enough to realize Colt has asked him a question. “Yeah.” He agrees warmly, following after her as they go to snag a drink. He sips from the flute of blackberry champagne, only to realize that Colt has left him to talk to someone he doesn’t recognize beneath the mask or outfit, which leaves him to mingle on his own he assumes.
Downing most of it, he nods toward Alys with a smile, looking over to spyTheea with his Archon and not wanting to interrupt. So he swivels his attention to anyone else who might be alone for the moment when he settles on a short, dark haired stranger, with an outfit that’s stunning. Making his way to her side, he flashes her a smile beneath the somewhat ornate, charcoal mask to match the rags worn on his shoulders. “Hey. I love your outfit.” He hums, lifting his glass in a little toast to Ashetta as he settles in with the ease of someone familiar with gatherings while also being mostly alone.
Thorn didn't do his SEs!
He admires the shifting colors of the leaves, the way the light from the lanterns play against the trunks of trees and the boughs overhead as they trail further in and when the party fully opens up before him, he’s distracted by the music and the people mingling enough to realize Colt has asked him a question. “Yeah.” He agrees warmly, following after her as they go to snag a drink. He sips from the flute of blackberry champagne, only to realize that Colt has left him to talk to someone he doesn’t recognize beneath the mask or outfit, which leaves him to mingle on his own he assumes.
Downing most of it, he nods toward Alys with a smile, looking over to spy
Thorn didn't do his SEs!
Hawthorn
tell all my friends i'm asleep if they ask ya
