// and all my flowers grew back as thorns //
It’s very evident to the courtesan that he’s become weak in his time indulging in the stories of people rather than the stories of buildings, such that when he and Damien work to slot the beams into place sparks a burn that Thorn will be nursing for the days to come. And he wonders, if perhaps, he should have taken a few more days off for the added recovery lest he wants to just be a limp body haunting the House of Midnight.
Though something tells him they wouldn’t complain too much about it.
Either way, they return with the shell of the building in place and Thorn listens to Damien’s instructions, mulling over which he should partake in when everyone starts breaking off. It’s between the laying of the boards and shingles or cutting and shaping the rafters – and since he’s the one that designed the roof in the first place, the courtesan decides to pick the precise cuts. “I’ve got the rafters.” He announces, breaking to snag the boards to measure them out and ensure their angles are perfect to meet each other on the joints and begins to cut and fit them into place.
Thorn picks cutting & shaping the rafters!
Though something tells him they wouldn’t complain too much about it.
Either way, they return with the shell of the building in place and Thorn listens to Damien’s instructions, mulling over which he should partake in when everyone starts breaking off. It’s between the laying of the boards and shingles or cutting and shaping the rafters – and since he’s the one that designed the roof in the first place, the courtesan decides to pick the precise cuts. “I’ve got the rafters.” He announces, breaking to snag the boards to measure them out and ensure their angles are perfect to meet each other on the joints and begins to cut and fit them into place.
Thorn picks cutting & shaping the rafters!
THORN
