i fell in love with a war
Casimir absolutely does not want to go through that horrible, nausea inducing contraption that is the blasted signpost, but he grits his teeth and makes to follow Thorn to the awful thing. There's a part of him that dreads going back to the House, tying these strange new threads of friendship and newness to the safety of what their roles were before, but he had 'told' Thorn he would do what he wanted and damnit he would follow through. Even through that Gods-damned signpost.
The jolt of Thorn's shoulder against his reels his mind back to the present and he walks side-by-side with his evening companion. The heat from the touch -- even through two coats and the sturdy fabric of his shirt -- radiates from the point of contact, burning and screaming and itching, and he deliberately sets his body a few inches away from the walking form of the other man.
Next to him, Thorn's ears and cheeks have reddened it seems from the cold, dark-lined eyes blinking through the rush of the wind, but his step is jovial and merry even so. Casimir's curls go flying up and around in the wind and for a moment he feels unmoored, so totally far away from what he had been. That brightness Casimir coined for Thorn radiates from him now, as he shines under the streetlights, rosy and sparkling even under the kiss of the rough winds. As his feet moves under him, carrying him in an even pace with the shorter man, he want to ask him where he gets it. This strange, all-encompassing radiance within him, this thing that even after Casimir spent all evening throwing punches and roadblocks keeps him pretty and clean and kind under the lights.
He won't, though, even if he has the words, which he doesn't. The walk towards the signpost is spent with his throat bobbling, jaw working with closed mouth, working up the words to say something very, very important to the courtesan. Something that worth pushing through the barbs that constantly encircled his throat.
When they reached the signpost, he turned to face Thorn, taking in the flush of his face and the way the wind drove his hair wild around him like a halo.
"If you were this desperate to get me alone... Why didn't you say so?" His mouth curves into something sly and self-satisfied, words bitingly sarcastic and full of the playfulness the two had been exchanging for years. Without letting Thorn eke out a response, he disappears into the signpost, eyes sparkling with something almost like happiness.
The jolt of Thorn's shoulder against his reels his mind back to the present and he walks side-by-side with his evening companion. The heat from the touch -- even through two coats and the sturdy fabric of his shirt -- radiates from the point of contact, burning and screaming and itching, and he deliberately sets his body a few inches away from the walking form of the other man.
Next to him, Thorn's ears and cheeks have reddened it seems from the cold, dark-lined eyes blinking through the rush of the wind, but his step is jovial and merry even so. Casimir's curls go flying up and around in the wind and for a moment he feels unmoored, so totally far away from what he had been. That brightness Casimir coined for Thorn radiates from him now, as he shines under the streetlights, rosy and sparkling even under the kiss of the rough winds. As his feet moves under him, carrying him in an even pace with the shorter man, he want to ask him where he gets it. This strange, all-encompassing radiance within him, this thing that even after Casimir spent all evening throwing punches and roadblocks keeps him pretty and clean and kind under the lights.
He won't, though, even if he has the words, which he doesn't. The walk towards the signpost is spent with his throat bobbling, jaw working with closed mouth, working up the words to say something very, very important to the courtesan. Something that worth pushing through the barbs that constantly encircled his throat.
When they reached the signpost, he turned to face Thorn, taking in the flush of his face and the way the wind drove his hair wild around him like a halo.
"If you were this desperate to get me alone... Why didn't you say so?" His mouth curves into something sly and self-satisfied, words bitingly sarcastic and full of the playfulness the two had been exchanging for years. Without letting Thorn eke out a response, he disappears into the signpost, eyes sparkling with something almost like happiness.
Casimir
and nobody told me it ended
