Oh, darling, if I ever cross your mind
It comes as a surprise to him, nearing the wall and around the décor. He hears the skittering of feet, the little scrapes of toes as they dive within crevices not yet seen. Thorn lingers and makes sure that he isn’t simply making everything up. And when he finally pulls away from it quietly, he takes note of the people praying that seem spooked by something – his seafoam gaze flitting from Damien to Theea before he decides ultimately to let them figure it out for the moment.
So, to Deimos the courtesan goes – careful to step around and not draw too much attention. “I found some of ‘em at least.” He says in a quiet voice for the Warden’s ears, trying to ensure those around them don’t overhear too much. Of course, he doesn’t care if Theea and Damien listen in, but he wants to make sure the bystanders don’t have too much to worry about while they do their investigation.
Thorn reports to Deimos!!
So, to Deimos the courtesan goes – careful to step around and not draw too much attention. “I found some of ‘em at least.” He says in a quiet voice for the Warden’s ears, trying to ensure those around them don’t overhear too much. Of course, he doesn’t care if Theea and Damien listen in, but he wants to make sure the bystanders don’t have too much to worry about while they do their investigation.
Thorn reports to Deimos!!
Hawthorn
Won't you let me know?
