on the low, i get vertigo from body overdose
The quiet of their meal is only interrupted by the occasional crack of a piece of wood in the fireplace, echoing around the room in its empty, perfectly mirrored version of the bar down below. Only the two faces here are the two currently facing each other, and while Thorn moves everything aside to curl across the bar like he does, he watches in quiet amusement as Casimir mirrors the action. He meets the bartender’s gaze, spying the unimpressed and half-lidded gaze that only has the courtesan’s lips quirking slightly in amusement.
“Uh huh.” Thorn hums, putting the pieces together, remaining in that lockstep of how they peer at each other. He feels bared in a way that would usually frighten him, but the boon of the liquor back in his gut has his mind a little swimmier than normal and his body a perfect replication of being relaxed. “Y’get to make it whatever you want.” He starts to explain, fully prepared for the shenanigans to start as he tears his gaze away from Casimir to look up at the ceiling.
The wooden beams of where the ceiling would usually sit vanish in an instant, replaced by a warm Longheat night sky, littered with stars and constellations and a moon that tries to fight the light of the oil lamps nearby. He looks back down when he’s pleased with the shift, scanning Casimir’s face to try and see what kind of reaction he gets. “Whattya think?” He's fully anticipating the handsome unimpressed looks.
“Uh huh.” Thorn hums, putting the pieces together, remaining in that lockstep of how they peer at each other. He feels bared in a way that would usually frighten him, but the boon of the liquor back in his gut has his mind a little swimmier than normal and his body a perfect replication of being relaxed. “Y’get to make it whatever you want.” He starts to explain, fully prepared for the shenanigans to start as he tears his gaze away from Casimir to look up at the ceiling.
The wooden beams of where the ceiling would usually sit vanish in an instant, replaced by a warm Longheat night sky, littered with stars and constellations and a moon that tries to fight the light of the oil lamps nearby. He looks back down when he’s pleased with the shift, scanning Casimir’s face to try and see what kind of reaction he gets. “Whattya think?” He's fully anticipating the handsome unimpressed looks.
Hawthorn
so tell me your name and tell me your problems, i got the same
