// you can't keep a secret if it never was a secret to start —
Seeing the surprise on Zavien’s face, Thorn can’t help but to shrug his shoulders with a warm laugh. “Nope.” He admits, wincing a little playfully before he shakes his head and straightens up, stretching out his arms, the light glinting on his wrist tattoos, the ivy that circles his flesh in shackles.
But as their plans begin to fall into place, Thorn starts to head down the path of stalls and shops, looking over at Zavien as he speaks. “Easy.” The courtesan decides, nodding his head as they head toward one of the merchants stalls that harbors the bells within its confines. “Uhm, well, I guess the long one?” He asks, laughing and completely unaware of everything the Risen Sun has been up to.
But as their plans begin to fall into place, Thorn starts to head down the path of stalls and shops, looking over at Zavien as he speaks. “Easy.” The courtesan decides, nodding his head as they head toward one of the merchants stalls that harbors the bells within its confines. “Uhm, well, I guess the long one?” He asks, laughing and completely unaware of everything the Risen Sun has been up to.
thorn
— at least pretend you didn't wanna get caught,
we're concentrating on falling apart //
we're concentrating on falling apart //
