Oh, darling, if I ever cross your mind
“There’s categories of friends, y’know.” Thorn points out in a way that might help her figure out that it doesn’t have to be the all or nothing that she might be feeling internally. In fact, he shoots her a bright grin and a smirk. “Like, obviously I’m your best friend. I’d fight him for the title if he even thought ‘bout steppin’ on it. Don’t care if he is a demigod.” He snickers a little because he knows for damn sure he’d get his sss handed to him if it did ever come down to it.
But he settles down to listen to her thoughts, fingers combing through her blonde strands as he starts to braid it back in smaller braids, having a feeling that they’ll be here for a while to let her parse through her thoughts. He doesn’t say anything to her gratitude, instead he just offers her a knowing smile as he continues to work, showcasing a softer smile for her rather than the practiced masks his work required of him. “Mmhm, yeah.” He hums along with her explanation — wondering if there’s some figurative checklist he should be marking off.
Handsome? check.
Refreshing — no, revitalizing? Check
Takes initiative? Check
Incredible sex? Also check.
Sounds too good to be true? Fucking check.
He can understand her apprehension and the draw, but he can’t help the way his fingers twitch against her scalp as he works wonders with her blonde strands with a scaldalized gasp. “Shh Colt, don’t let Safrin be hearin’ ya talk like that.” He says with a soft laugh, nose wrinkling with the smile that breaks across his face. “I mean, I bet she’d be more than ready to fuck with the Flood even more but damn. I’d like to keep workin’ thank you very much.” He finally gets a grip on his snickering, exhaling a little sigh before he continues to braid, using some more telekinesis magic to help braid more sections of her hair.
“Well, I guess it depends. How’d he react when ya said you’d come ‘n see him?” He pauses thoughtfully. “’Cause if it were more of a haha yeah that’d be greaaat, I’d leave him alone. If he didn’t, then what’s the harm?” There’s another brief and thoughtful pause, Thorn taking a moment to curse quietly under his breath as he gets the braids to slowly combine into one larger one. “Have ya asked him what he wants outta all this? Is he lookin’ for something serious?”
But he settles down to listen to her thoughts, fingers combing through her blonde strands as he starts to braid it back in smaller braids, having a feeling that they’ll be here for a while to let her parse through her thoughts. He doesn’t say anything to her gratitude, instead he just offers her a knowing smile as he continues to work, showcasing a softer smile for her rather than the practiced masks his work required of him. “Mmhm, yeah.” He hums along with her explanation — wondering if there’s some figurative checklist he should be marking off.
Handsome? check.
Refreshing — no, revitalizing? Check
Takes initiative? Check
Incredible sex? Also check.
Sounds too good to be true? Fucking check.
He can understand her apprehension and the draw, but he can’t help the way his fingers twitch against her scalp as he works wonders with her blonde strands with a scaldalized gasp. “Shh Colt, don’t let Safrin be hearin’ ya talk like that.” He says with a soft laugh, nose wrinkling with the smile that breaks across his face. “I mean, I bet she’d be more than ready to fuck with the Flood even more but damn. I’d like to keep workin’ thank you very much.” He finally gets a grip on his snickering, exhaling a little sigh before he continues to braid, using some more telekinesis magic to help braid more sections of her hair.
“Well, I guess it depends. How’d he react when ya said you’d come ‘n see him?” He pauses thoughtfully. “’Cause if it were more of a haha yeah that’d be greaaat, I’d leave him alone. If he didn’t, then what’s the harm?” There’s another brief and thoughtful pause, Thorn taking a moment to curse quietly under his breath as he gets the braids to slowly combine into one larger one. “Have ya asked him what he wants outta all this? Is he lookin’ for something serious?”
Hawthorn
Won't you let me know?
