// You won't stay with me, i know
Hearing the joke that falls from Iskra’s lips, the courtesan rolls his eyes playfully and sighs as they get to work. He puts all of his focus into the perimeter with the stakes and the chalk lines, double and triple checking in some instances to make sure the edges line up precisely where they want them to. And before the courtesan knows it, the sun is beginning to set and it leaves them all departing for the moment to let everything sit overnight to be prepped for the next day.
Arriving the next day, Thorn, too has coffee in his hands – using it to warm the long digits as he arrives with his coat bundled around him. Realizing swiftly he isn’t one for hammering or cutting wood, the young man flashes an amused and crooked smile at Iskra. “You gonna work with your wood some more?” He asks with a soft laugh, deciding that he can be useful when it comes to holding the frames in place. And that’s precisely what he does.
Thorn holds the frames in place!
Arriving the next day, Thorn, too has coffee in his hands – using it to warm the long digits as he arrives with his coat bundled around him. Realizing swiftly he isn’t one for hammering or cutting wood, the young man flashes an amused and crooked smile at Iskra. “You gonna work with your wood some more?” He asks with a soft laugh, deciding that he can be useful when it comes to holding the frames in place. And that’s precisely what he does.
Thorn holds the frames in place!
Thorn
but you can have your way with me 'til you go //
