Oh, darling, if I ever cross your mind
As all of the events unfold, Thorn’s amusement is buried deep beneath the confident mask he wears as he watches the next throw. It cracks the dock with a thunder that’s only as loud as the crowd is after. The smirk that blooms across his face is buried behind the glass of rum he downs, focusing when the man he’s been distracting comes up.
“Shoulda been focused then, yeah?” Thorn says innocently, a sweet thrum from his tone of voice as he helps snag the rest of the pot that Damien hasn’t grabbed. He meets the other man’s gaze and nods, downing the rest of the glass and sets it in place of the empty space where the pot had been and begins to slip out, sparking some of his illusion magic behind them to make it appear faintly that they were slipping away into shadow.
- FIN
“Shoulda been focused then, yeah?” Thorn says innocently, a sweet thrum from his tone of voice as he helps snag the rest of the pot that Damien hasn’t grabbed. He meets the other man’s gaze and nods, downing the rest of the glass and sets it in place of the empty space where the pot had been and begins to slip out, sparking some of his illusion magic behind them to make it appear faintly that they were slipping away into shadow.
- FIN
Hawthorn
Won't you let me know?
