so we take our time and skip around some
Finding the day a little bit easier with Zavien’s arrival, the courtesan nods and takes some of the burden of the food from the Commander, finding a soft laugh leaving him as the man leans in to offer his whisper. “Definitely the thighs. It always goes to the fuckin’ thighs.” He drawls in complaint – like he knows from personal experience.
He doesn’t, really, not with how thin he is. But that’s neither here nor there as they step away from the brunt of the crowd to the bench. Settling beside Zavien, he starts to dig into the food, suddenly realizing how hungry he is when Zavien’s question reaches him and he has to pull his attention away from the dragon that zips across the sand after a skittering lizard to look back up at his friend and swallow his bite politely. “Yeah, hasn’t been bad so far. What about you?”
He doesn’t, really, not with how thin he is. But that’s neither here nor there as they step away from the brunt of the crowd to the bench. Settling beside Zavien, he starts to dig into the food, suddenly realizing how hungry he is when Zavien’s question reaches him and he has to pull his attention away from the dragon that zips across the sand after a skittering lizard to look back up at his friend and swallow his bite politely. “Yeah, hasn’t been bad so far. What about you?”
Hawthorn
half my love is on the run
