Oh, darling, if I ever cross your mind
Delight breaks across Thorn’s face in equal measure as the grinch’s might when it comes to destroying Christmas to hearing how she has plenty of bizarre but perfect minor irritations that would be amazing to utilize against his ‘enemy’. “See? I knew you’d know just what t’do.” He praises her, his laugh warm and bright as it slips from him with her return to their conversation. “Votin’ the holes in the straws, though. Sounds so fuckin’ shitty and hilarious.” He files the idea away for later as his focus grows more fully on her.
Completely focused and with the familiarity of reading people (thanks to his career path), the courtesan sees the way she shuts out of it — the way she curls in on herself mentally like a dandelion that no longer has the sun to look toward. “Oy, I didn’t say inhale your beer!” He says with a little gasp of surprise, a laugh leaving him that he tampers down as he jumps a little forward to make sure she’s okay.
And all the fire, amusement, playfulness fades immediately with the softness of how she says gone. For a while, but the way she says it makes it feel like forever, and suddenly Hawthorn realizes he might have overstepped. “Shit, Colt. I didn’t know..” He starts to say before he nibbles on the inside of his cheeks a little before he nods, curls bouncing around his head.
“Yeah this mud’s somethin’ else.” He sighs, slinking back into the seat of the couch, cradling his drink in his hands. “You got plans for the fair prep?” He asks, giving her the out to not talk about Vesper any longer than she has to if she doesn’t want to. But if she does, well, he’s all ears.
Completely focused and with the familiarity of reading people (thanks to his career path), the courtesan sees the way she shuts out of it — the way she curls in on herself mentally like a dandelion that no longer has the sun to look toward. “Oy, I didn’t say inhale your beer!” He says with a little gasp of surprise, a laugh leaving him that he tampers down as he jumps a little forward to make sure she’s okay.
And all the fire, amusement, playfulness fades immediately with the softness of how she says gone. For a while, but the way she says it makes it feel like forever, and suddenly Hawthorn realizes he might have overstepped. “Shit, Colt. I didn’t know..” He starts to say before he nibbles on the inside of his cheeks a little before he nods, curls bouncing around his head.
“Yeah this mud’s somethin’ else.” He sighs, slinking back into the seat of the couch, cradling his drink in his hands. “You got plans for the fair prep?” He asks, giving her the out to not talk about Vesper any longer than she has to if she doesn’t want to. But if she does, well, he’s all ears.
Hawthorn
Won't you let me know?
