said i was the best simultaneously the worst
“Horse snacks.” Thorn repeats with a snort, lips quirking in amusement as he already starts to plan figuring out what they might prefer. It’s a thought that bolsters him for the rest of their short trip to the café. He catches the way she hides her smile behind her hand as she makes the declaration of snacks and drinks and the courtesan nods his head, wet yet wild hair bouncing with the movement.
Once they reach the interior, the variety of pastries appears alongside the smell of coffee – anything any of them could want. Noe hones in on her own and Thorn seems distracted particularly by a lemon raspberry tart and the scent of coffee blooming in the air. “Whattya want?” He asks, guiding her up to the space to order, resting an arm on the glass display as he shoots a knowing smile to the person taking the order – a familiar face to him, at least. “S’on me.”
Once they reach the interior, the variety of pastries appears alongside the smell of coffee – anything any of them could want. Noe hones in on her own and Thorn seems distracted particularly by a lemon raspberry tart and the scent of coffee blooming in the air. “Whattya want?” He asks, guiding her up to the space to order, resting an arm on the glass display as he shoots a knowing smile to the person taking the order – a familiar face to him, at least. “S’on me.”
Hawthorn
and best case scenario, i should be cursed
