// and all my flowers grew back as thorns //
Maybe not for long. Thorn wants to say but he bites his tongue behind a bright and charming smile aimed Colt’s way. If anything, he grows a little more flamboyant and dramatic in the process of his swanning, one that only increases as he hears her say she needs to channel her inner Thorn more often. Pointing at her with a playful seriousness and a glint in his gaze, he laughs. “See? Lookit that.” He teases her.
Though, thorn wasn’t a demigod, so it was unlikely Colt could channel him in anything actually dangerous or playful. She’d have to stick with her imagination, for now at least.
He does appreciate it, more than he thought he would actually the more he thinks about it, and when he finishes the purchases and guides her to the stall with leathers and furs, he looks over at her as she accuses him and he barks a laugh and rolls his eyes. They don’t last long in the dramatics, though, as she asks him a perfectly surprisingly serious question that actually has him stilling and pinning her with a look that seems like he’s trying to see if she’s lying or just gassing him up.
When he doesn’t see it (and why would he, she’s his best friend?) He actually lets his apprehension melt into something a little shier – a shade of himself not many have seen before as he runs his fingers along a fringe of a jacket. “Well uh, I mean yeah. I’d love to design it.. But I was thinkin’..” He purses his lips slightly, head tilting before he huffs a laugh. “Maybe when we’re done with the regional quest here, I was thinkin’ maybe I could come ‘n join ya in the desert... If you'd have me.” He studies her face when it finally slips out, fingers still toying with the fringe as if he's anxious about her reaction even if deep down he knows he doesn't need to be.
Though, thorn wasn’t a demigod, so it was unlikely Colt could channel him in anything actually dangerous or playful. She’d have to stick with her imagination, for now at least.
He does appreciate it, more than he thought he would actually the more he thinks about it, and when he finishes the purchases and guides her to the stall with leathers and furs, he looks over at her as she accuses him and he barks a laugh and rolls his eyes. They don’t last long in the dramatics, though, as she asks him a perfectly surprisingly serious question that actually has him stilling and pinning her with a look that seems like he’s trying to see if she’s lying or just gassing him up.
When he doesn’t see it (and why would he, she’s his best friend?) He actually lets his apprehension melt into something a little shier – a shade of himself not many have seen before as he runs his fingers along a fringe of a jacket. “Well uh, I mean yeah. I’d love to design it.. But I was thinkin’..” He purses his lips slightly, head tilting before he huffs a laugh. “Maybe when we’re done with the regional quest here, I was thinkin’ maybe I could come ‘n join ya in the desert... If you'd have me.” He studies her face when it finally slips out, fingers still toying with the fringe as if he's anxious about her reaction even if deep down he knows he doesn't need to be.
THORN
