// you can't keep a secret if it never was a secret to start —
“Eh, they’ll get over it.” Thorn reassures Zavien at the fact of being stuck with the Risen Sun as the child’s father. And the grin shot his way only proves the point despite the vulnerability that Thorn has loosened. But as the conversation shifts, the courtesan’s body language edges toward curiosity, like it’s a puzzle he’s trying to figure out the more that Zavien explains and he asks his own questions.
Idly watching the other man purchase the golden bell, he follows him as they step away from the stall and starts to explain further. “Wait, lie t’who?” Thorn says, feeling like he’s missing something briefly as his brows pinch and his seafoam gaze lands on the other man in confusion. He’s silent after that, letting Zavien parse through the feelings and thoughts that are in his mind. And when he lets it drop that this unnamed offender had said they thought Zavien had moved on too quickly, Thorn’s head tilts in confusion so much so that it almost seemed like he was a bird. And if nobody knew better, one might assume he was a hybrid with a secret avian shift.
Alas, he’s not, but he does reach out to squeeze his friends shoulder with an apologetic smile, hoping that it might help this uncertainty sitting in his friend’s gut. “People process grief differently. An’ just ‘cause he might think y’did doesn’t mean it’s true. If you don’t think so, then who cares what they think?” Maybe it’s because Thorn could really care less about what everyone else thinks about him – single and carefree with nobody to please as he is. “You’ve got a big heart, Zav, don’t let someone use it like a punchin’ bag. That ain’t fair. An' I think you're within yer right t'ask for an apology if that's whatcha want. And if he doesn't wanna give it, then fuck 'em. Who needs 'em?"
Idly watching the other man purchase the golden bell, he follows him as they step away from the stall and starts to explain further. “Wait, lie t’who?” Thorn says, feeling like he’s missing something briefly as his brows pinch and his seafoam gaze lands on the other man in confusion. He’s silent after that, letting Zavien parse through the feelings and thoughts that are in his mind. And when he lets it drop that this unnamed offender had said they thought Zavien had moved on too quickly, Thorn’s head tilts in confusion so much so that it almost seemed like he was a bird. And if nobody knew better, one might assume he was a hybrid with a secret avian shift.
Alas, he’s not, but he does reach out to squeeze his friends shoulder with an apologetic smile, hoping that it might help this uncertainty sitting in his friend’s gut. “People process grief differently. An’ just ‘cause he might think y’did doesn’t mean it’s true. If you don’t think so, then who cares what they think?” Maybe it’s because Thorn could really care less about what everyone else thinks about him – single and carefree with nobody to please as he is. “You’ve got a big heart, Zav, don’t let someone use it like a punchin’ bag. That ain’t fair. An' I think you're within yer right t'ask for an apology if that's whatcha want. And if he doesn't wanna give it, then fuck 'em. Who needs 'em?"
thorn
— at least pretend you didn't wanna get caught,
we're concentrating on falling apart //
we're concentrating on falling apart //
