last couple of months kinda been a disaster
“Ah, yeah, ‘m sure that can help alleviate some’ve it.” Thorn says in regards to the paranoia - not something he dealt with all that often given his line of work. But he’d had some experiences that had left him leery of it, such as the very scar that sits under his collarbone. Small, but gnarled enough to show his magic hadn’t entirely saved him from it. He couldn’t vanish it away and it certainly had an impact on his life after that.
But then she’s explaining what it was like to enter into a new world and have to figure it out from here and he watches her with no judgement and apt attention his seafoam gaze. Thorn was and has always been a great listener. It’s part of why he’s so good at his job. “Gods, I can’t even imagine.” He murmurs, frowning at the lost finger but the understanding lingers there. He gets it, even if he hadn’t been behind the barrier. He’d been in the far outreach of Halo, with a family that certainly didn’t approve of him now.
They both have a moment, though, when the admission of wallowing is a shared past time between them. And it’s precisely when the will o wisp makes an appearance and cuts through the courtesan’s cool facade. Something he hates, of course, because who wouldn’t? But for it to be nothing more than terrible little motes of light?
He knows it isn’t as humiliating as it feels. “They like t’meddle, that’s for sure.” He says with a sigh that burns from the alcohol downed, even as he flashes her a smaller yet no less suave smile, as if he’s getting the groove back. She explains what she’s heard, though, and he nods - wondering if it was a good or bad thing for her to have heard her husbands voice (having experienced quite a few less than happy partners in a marriage that had sought out his services, that is.)
“I heard my old man. He was… Upset, which is not unusual for him.” But he never attended these, thankfully, and the time he does Thorn is sure he’ll be miles away. “Luckily he never ventures outta Halo anymore.” So I prolly should've known better.
But then she’s explaining what it was like to enter into a new world and have to figure it out from here and he watches her with no judgement and apt attention his seafoam gaze. Thorn was and has always been a great listener. It’s part of why he’s so good at his job. “Gods, I can’t even imagine.” He murmurs, frowning at the lost finger but the understanding lingers there. He gets it, even if he hadn’t been behind the barrier. He’d been in the far outreach of Halo, with a family that certainly didn’t approve of him now.
They both have a moment, though, when the admission of wallowing is a shared past time between them. And it’s precisely when the will o wisp makes an appearance and cuts through the courtesan’s cool facade. Something he hates, of course, because who wouldn’t? But for it to be nothing more than terrible little motes of light?
He knows it isn’t as humiliating as it feels. “They like t’meddle, that’s for sure.” He says with a sigh that burns from the alcohol downed, even as he flashes her a smaller yet no less suave smile, as if he’s getting the groove back. She explains what she’s heard, though, and he nods - wondering if it was a good or bad thing for her to have heard her husbands voice (having experienced quite a few less than happy partners in a marriage that had sought out his services, that is.)
“I heard my old man. He was… Upset, which is not unusual for him.” But he never attended these, thankfully, and the time he does Thorn is sure he’ll be miles away. “Luckily he never ventures outta Halo anymore.” So I prolly should've known better.
Hawthorn
tell all my friends i'm asleep if they ask ya
