said i was the best simultaneously the worst
Considering the last time the courtesan has spent time at the rodeo, he’d been pantsed, he’s a little more cautious this time around. Sure, he’s still dressed up nicely (by brothel standards of course), but this time along with the pants and barely there shirt, there’s deep violet suspenders that sit snug against his shoulders. The thumb of one hand is hooked into one of the suspenders as he drifts through the crowds, snagging a piece of taffy to nibble on. He doesn’t see Colt immediately, though he offers her a wave and a dazzling grin when he does, and he sees Zavien shortly after, allowing him to drift toward the other man.
“You ridin’ again this year?” Thorn asks, sidling up next to the Risen Sun, his grin bright under the shade of his own dark cowboy hat, his eyes smiling behind the heart-shaped pink sunglasses with their own form of little tassles.
Thorn watches!
“You ridin’ again this year?” Thorn asks, sidling up next to the Risen Sun, his grin bright under the shade of his own dark cowboy hat, his eyes smiling behind the heart-shaped pink sunglasses with their own form of little tassles.
Thorn watches!
Hawthorn
and best case scenario, i should be cursed
