// You could be lonely, or heartbroken—Or hungover from the night before //
The fondest sigh passes her lips as she rolls the expression over to Hawthorn with her eyes. "Oh I know, but that's gotten much harder with you so far away now." Not so easy as walking down the road and asking to see his closet, or leaving him word to swing by her house so they could shoot the shit all into the night, including all her terrible thoughts about boys and men. She's aware of exactly who made that choice though, to build distance, because she's always had a knack for that in some shape or another.
"Just means I have to channel my inner Thorn more often," she simpers, hands shifting in her pockets as she rolls the ache of missing old comforts out into the fabric, not about to let it drag her away from the present moment of enjoying him. "And lucky for me, I have a talent for just that." The channeling at least, although given who she'd just called upon, she could do with more practice still.
Her grin widens over any doubts, swallowing them up in place of readily accepting his agreement for the choice. "I thought you might appreciate it." Not that he's so well known for his gambling, but that he's got a nose for business at the very least, and no strict code that'd bar the indulgence found between dice and cards.
With Thorn's purchases complete, she happily follows his lead towards the newest stall. "Who do you take me for?" she accuses, her head poking around a leather vest to narrow him with a put on offense. "Of course there'll be a brothel. People will find a way to fuck, might as well give them a nice and safe place to do it and be fed by the profit." She pauses though, taking in his look with an arched brow. "Why, you want to try your hand at designing it?" Which she definitely wouldn't turn down. He could pair his expertise with his old passion.
"Just means I have to channel my inner Thorn more often," she simpers, hands shifting in her pockets as she rolls the ache of missing old comforts out into the fabric, not about to let it drag her away from the present moment of enjoying him. "And lucky for me, I have a talent for just that." The channeling at least, although given who she'd just called upon, she could do with more practice still.
Her grin widens over any doubts, swallowing them up in place of readily accepting his agreement for the choice. "I thought you might appreciate it." Not that he's so well known for his gambling, but that he's got a nose for business at the very least, and no strict code that'd bar the indulgence found between dice and cards.
With Thorn's purchases complete, she happily follows his lead towards the newest stall. "Who do you take me for?" she accuses, her head poking around a leather vest to narrow him with a put on offense. "Of course there'll be a brothel. People will find a way to fuck, might as well give them a nice and safe place to do it and be fed by the profit." She pauses though, taking in his look with an arched brow. "Why, you want to try your hand at designing it?" Which she definitely wouldn't turn down. He could pair his expertise with his old passion.
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// Turn that frown into a smile real quick—There ain't nothin' that a beer can't fix //
Received a Gilded Market wig from Remi that resembles her usual hair and is enchanted to stay on better than most wigs | has a reverse centaur tattoo on her left hand with the legs going down her pointer and middle fingers that looks like this.
