said i was the best simultaneously the worst
Trying his best to not wheeze as he gasps in a breath, Thorn tries to get his mind back into place and oxygen back where it needs to be. It takes him a moment before he manages it, his hand that’s pressed against his gut glowing with a golden shimmer as he heals himself enough that he doesn’t have to feel the bruising to his ribs. “Kinda, not really.” He admits through a rough voice, finally picking himself up enough to turn and look back at her.
“You want some healing?” He asks, shifting to sit amongst the destruction she and their spar had wrought on her kitchen, picking up a fork that had been flung someway or another to set on top of the island counter lest he put his hand down on it. “That was exhaustin’, Colt.” He whines, taking his hands to ruffle through his hair, trying to brush it out of his face.
“You want some healing?” He asks, shifting to sit amongst the destruction she and their spar had wrought on her kitchen, picking up a fork that had been flung someway or another to set on top of the island counter lest he put his hand down on it. “That was exhaustin’, Colt.” He whines, taking his hands to ruffle through his hair, trying to brush it out of his face.
Hawthorn
and best case scenario, i should be cursed
