// and it's alright, that's the way i like it —
It had taken a lot to work him up to the point where he felt like going and seeing Colt to ask hey what the fuck, though, because after the letter she’d dropped he hadn’t been sure how to respond if she wasn’t heading back to the Ranch. He made sure to give them the instructions she told him, but other than that, he didn’t know when she’d return. Hell, he doesn’t even know if she’s there right now. But she’d shown up at the desert event with Sunjata of all people, which leads him to think that she’s probably in the vicinity.
So it’s taken some courage – and a slow day of work – for Thorn to drag himself from the House of Midnight, setting out to reach the ranch to see if she’s home, half expecting to find it empty and dark. It’s why he doesn’t prep anything he intends to say, instead simply figuring it’ll be nothing more than an aimless jaunt to the ranch and back, maybe say hi to a few hands she has working for her and the dogs.
But the courtesan comes upon a very interesting sight as he arrives – the door wide open, screen door propped open by a cushion of a couch that seems to be set outside in the yard. It’s one he recognizes, one he’s sat on a couple of times at least, and he wonders if she’s intending on replacing it with a new one. He didn’t think it was damaged, but he’s also not entirely sure at this point what he knows.
He steps up on the porch, just about to enter the house when he hears the large slam of the sledgehammer against something hard and large. His heart thunders immediately, the shock of the sound absorbing through him. He just barely misses a lid that’s jumped loose from the force of the slam, rolling on its side past his leg as he pokes his head in. “Wha- What the fuck’s goin’ on, Colt??” He asks her, calling out loud enough she might hear him, his face a mess of surprise and concern and in part anger that she hasn’t come to see him yet if she was back. Instead, choosing home renovations over the simple attempt to reach out to him.
So it’s taken some courage – and a slow day of work – for Thorn to drag himself from the House of Midnight, setting out to reach the ranch to see if she’s home, half expecting to find it empty and dark. It’s why he doesn’t prep anything he intends to say, instead simply figuring it’ll be nothing more than an aimless jaunt to the ranch and back, maybe say hi to a few hands she has working for her and the dogs.
But the courtesan comes upon a very interesting sight as he arrives – the door wide open, screen door propped open by a cushion of a couch that seems to be set outside in the yard. It’s one he recognizes, one he’s sat on a couple of times at least, and he wonders if she’s intending on replacing it with a new one. He didn’t think it was damaged, but he’s also not entirely sure at this point what he knows.
He steps up on the porch, just about to enter the house when he hears the large slam of the sledgehammer against something hard and large. His heart thunders immediately, the shock of the sound absorbing through him. He just barely misses a lid that’s jumped loose from the force of the slam, rolling on its side past his leg as he pokes his head in. “Wha- What the fuck’s goin’ on, Colt??” He asks her, calling out loud enough she might hear him, his face a mess of surprise and concern and in part anger that she hasn’t come to see him yet if she was back. Instead, choosing home renovations over the simple attempt to reach out to him.
thorn
— getting crucified,
every time you cross my mind //
every time you cross my mind //
