Oh, darling, if I ever cross your mind
It did have to happen eventually — which is honestly something that Thorn understands perhaps better than most. Having set foot outside of Halo in order to take up architecture and the family business, he’d essentially done a complete 180. Buildings and plans were further from his mind than they’d ever been, instead choosing to be more of a collector of stories and experiences rather than building the spaces where that happened.
So he drags easily from the cigarette, the smoke mixing with the bitter tang of the alcohol to leave an ashen taste on his tongue when he nods his head back at Damien and flashes a brighter smirk than the faint one his friend has offered. It doesn’t last long, though, because it breaks into a warm laugh at the barb shot back his way.
His chin dips, amusement flaring in the seafoam of his eyes as he nods. “See, you get it.” He touts with a knowing look. It’s one that leaves him quiet as he glances over to see how the party is progressing. “I started out just doin’ it part time so I’d have a place to stay while I explored and picked up tips ’n tricks, y’know? But then I kinda.. Got a variety of clients that all had these different experiences ’n it was way more fun to hear and see ‘em talk about ‘em than it was knowin’ I’d have to go back to Halo to build the same kinda houses over ’n over again.” He thinks Damien would understand that, honestly. And given the fact that Thorn has spent the last few years solely as a courtesan, it’s clear it’s a better choice. He’s happier like this.
“Oh gods, no, there’s so many.” Thorn says with another smoky laugh that’s muffled by the commotion that happens from the crowd as bets are made and a drunkard drifts too close to the game for comfort, impacting it enough to where the self appointed bouncers of this little spontaneous event have had to drag the guy out. It’s to the sounds of his shouting and wounded pride that Thorn’s smile turns softer and sweeter as he flits his gaze back to the other man. “The rooms change ’n they can show me what they’re talkin’ about. Like it’s real. You can smell it, feel the sun on your skin.. It’s pretty fuckin’ incredible. You should come by sometime.” And he could show him just a taste of the varying places he's been.
So he drags easily from the cigarette, the smoke mixing with the bitter tang of the alcohol to leave an ashen taste on his tongue when he nods his head back at Damien and flashes a brighter smirk than the faint one his friend has offered. It doesn’t last long, though, because it breaks into a warm laugh at the barb shot back his way.
His chin dips, amusement flaring in the seafoam of his eyes as he nods. “See, you get it.” He touts with a knowing look. It’s one that leaves him quiet as he glances over to see how the party is progressing. “I started out just doin’ it part time so I’d have a place to stay while I explored and picked up tips ’n tricks, y’know? But then I kinda.. Got a variety of clients that all had these different experiences ’n it was way more fun to hear and see ‘em talk about ‘em than it was knowin’ I’d have to go back to Halo to build the same kinda houses over ’n over again.” He thinks Damien would understand that, honestly. And given the fact that Thorn has spent the last few years solely as a courtesan, it’s clear it’s a better choice. He’s happier like this.
“Oh gods, no, there’s so many.” Thorn says with another smoky laugh that’s muffled by the commotion that happens from the crowd as bets are made and a drunkard drifts too close to the game for comfort, impacting it enough to where the self appointed bouncers of this little spontaneous event have had to drag the guy out. It’s to the sounds of his shouting and wounded pride that Thorn’s smile turns softer and sweeter as he flits his gaze back to the other man. “The rooms change ’n they can show me what they’re talkin’ about. Like it’s real. You can smell it, feel the sun on your skin.. It’s pretty fuckin’ incredible. You should come by sometime.” And he could show him just a taste of the varying places he's been.
Hawthorn
Won't you let me know?
