[SE] Can't undo a fall like this

// i am heaven sent, don't you dare forget —

“Yeah, guess so.” He agrees with a huff of a laugh. He did have his regulars that were obsessed with booking just him. And for the time he’d take to go on vacation, perhaps it would make them appreciate his availability all that much more. But when she continues to talk about what spaces might be the place that they could take on their vacation, he perks up a touch at the mention of the Hollowed Grounds. “Ooh. I haven’t been since the war ended.” And he’d heard it changed, and for that the courtesan is more than invested in figuring out all the changes they’ve made.

With that settled and his story in the way, he’s finished putting his offerings along the shrine and instead lets the story escape him with a surprising, relative ease that the courtesan doesn’t seem to notice the rigidity in Colt’s posture when she hardens. And then, suddenly, she’s there. At his side, her arm warm as it slips around his back and squeezes him into her side.

The laugh he emits is soft, proof that it still bothered him to an extent. One that made it so he kept himself from being so open with everyone around him. Colt had been the exception recently. That and Zavien, Talyson, and Koa, he supposes. Though he hasn’t seen them in a long time. And none of them were his clients. “Dunno where he lives now. I’m just hopin’ I never see him again.” Comes the soft admission, the sweep of his arm around her shoulders to squeeze her back and flash her a smile that’s a very clear mask of I’m good, I promise. “C’mon, lets not mope at the Frey shrine. I’m sure they’d haaaaate it.”

thorn

— i am all you've ever wanted,
what all the other boys all promised //