Oh, darling, if I ever cross your mind
Finally she starts to lose the tension that had infiltrated so swiftly it almost made Thorn’s head spin to see it. But with her question, he shoots her a playfully lopsided smile, boyish and easy. “Y’mean aside from me?” His brows pinch, as if daring her to say otherwise, before he’s trying to think about everyone in attendance. “Lots of the townfolk were sad.” He offers – he can’t say much about everyone else, though. Jack never let his thoughts be visible and Thorn wasn’t about to try and pry it from him, a trait that his daughter also shared with the blankness of their attention.
He folds just about as much as she does, curled into one another to share those secrets and little juicy tidbits of gossip, when he sees the way she catches herself with the question. He shakes his head. “Nah, nothing so far. S’been cleaned up an’ flowers planted, though. Probably waitin’ for something to make sense to put there that you wouldn’t mind.” He doesn’t know that for sure, though. It isn’t like he talks with Sunjata about his regional plans, after all.
He folds just about as much as she does, curled into one another to share those secrets and little juicy tidbits of gossip, when he sees the way she catches herself with the question. He shakes his head. “Nah, nothing so far. S’been cleaned up an’ flowers planted, though. Probably waitin’ for something to make sense to put there that you wouldn’t mind.” He doesn’t know that for sure, though. It isn’t like he talks with Sunjata about his regional plans, after all.
Hawthorn
Won't you let me know?
