on the low, i get vertigo from body overdose
Yes, Cas, you should have anticipated the outcome that is offering food to the courtesan. Each and every dramatic air is exclusively for the bartender, even if the bite was just as lovely as he’d hoped it would be. It should be enough that Casimir might want to go back one day and try the rest of the options they had available.
But then, Thorn is offering his own fork out – anticipation glittering in the amused seafoam of his eyes. He doesn’t expect him to take it as Thorn had, so when he reaches up to snag the fork from his ringed fingers, Thorn’s lips quirk in a slightly softer smile. It’s given up, though his gaze doesn’t waver from watching his face to see just what his reaction might be.
And really, Thorn should know better at this rate. That any time he expects and wants a reaction from the bartender is the most likely time he’ll not receive it. And despite how much he hopes he sees a glimmer of appreciation or a nod to suggest he does like the outcome, Thorn finds nothing but the lack of a reaction or opinion.
The fork is returned to his plate and Thorn snorts, drawing back up slightly so he can grab his fork and nudge around the gnocchi a little more, feeling Cas’ expectant gaze on him. “Keep eatin’.” He hums, realizing that in the past few moments that the bartender might like to be told what to do. And that is something Thorn can do. He can be decisive and tell rather than ask, and maybe that made it easier for Cas to stand the annoying thorn in his side that was the courtesan.
It doesn’t take Thorn long before he’s finished his gnocchi, and he closes the box of food to set back in the bag to be tossed later, turning his attention back to Casimir as he picks up the old fashioned and takes a healthy sip, relishing in the sweet, cold burn. “Now, is it your first time in the rooms?” He asks, raising a dark brow toward the bartender, folding his arms across the bar as he leans forward, almost bowed entirely halfway as he gets a bit closer to Casimir. His sheer shirt pools on the bar counter beneath him, but from this position it has Thorn’s kohl-lined eyes forced to look up at the taller man even despite him sitting on the stool.
But then, Thorn is offering his own fork out – anticipation glittering in the amused seafoam of his eyes. He doesn’t expect him to take it as Thorn had, so when he reaches up to snag the fork from his ringed fingers, Thorn’s lips quirk in a slightly softer smile. It’s given up, though his gaze doesn’t waver from watching his face to see just what his reaction might be.
And really, Thorn should know better at this rate. That any time he expects and wants a reaction from the bartender is the most likely time he’ll not receive it. And despite how much he hopes he sees a glimmer of appreciation or a nod to suggest he does like the outcome, Thorn finds nothing but the lack of a reaction or opinion.
The fork is returned to his plate and Thorn snorts, drawing back up slightly so he can grab his fork and nudge around the gnocchi a little more, feeling Cas’ expectant gaze on him. “Keep eatin’.” He hums, realizing that in the past few moments that the bartender might like to be told what to do. And that is something Thorn can do. He can be decisive and tell rather than ask, and maybe that made it easier for Cas to stand the annoying thorn in his side that was the courtesan.
It doesn’t take Thorn long before he’s finished his gnocchi, and he closes the box of food to set back in the bag to be tossed later, turning his attention back to Casimir as he picks up the old fashioned and takes a healthy sip, relishing in the sweet, cold burn. “Now, is it your first time in the rooms?” He asks, raising a dark brow toward the bartender, folding his arms across the bar as he leans forward, almost bowed entirely halfway as he gets a bit closer to Casimir. His sheer shirt pools on the bar counter beneath him, but from this position it has Thorn’s kohl-lined eyes forced to look up at the taller man even despite him sitting on the stool.
Hawthorn
so tell me your name and tell me your problems, i got the same
