on the low, i get vertigo from body overdose
Maybe it isn’t the best choice of words, but it’s the only one Thorn’s got – from the bartender’s mouth, even. So he runs with it, like it might help him figure out how to fit Casimir into a box to label with all the correct warnings. But it seems the other man takes it harder than it’s come across. Hurting people could be any number of things, and running through that logic, Thorn had also hurt people. He’d hurt his family when he’d left Halo, he’d inadvertently hurt his boyfriend back in Torchline for not giving up his job (which backfired spectacularly).
Cas hasn’t talked much about his past at all, so Thorn is at a bit of a loss when it comes to trying to determine what kind of terrible things he might have done when he’s been nothing but perfect here at the House. Quiet, a little judgy, playful and sharp with calculating eyes and a charming smile that suggests he wouldn’t take any shit from anyone. All he receives so far is a short, barely there shake of his head, enough that the courtesan can see it with little issue.
He chews on his bottom lip, thinking about what else he could say to try and get it closer to what Casimir is feeling – though something tells him he’ll find it hard to get in the right section without more context. Instead, the aurora starts to fade away, the room shifts back to its replica of downstairs, but darker, quieter, like a slumbering beast ready to indulge in the dark lone night.
Thorn hears the rumble of thunder from the windows behind him, the flash and flare of the light as it brightens the interior only for a brief second, before the courtesan is shifting into action again. He knows how much Casimir hates it when he sits on the bar, but he hopes he’ll forgive him for this eventually.
He hums a low sound as though he’s thinking, hauls himself back up onto the bar and scoots toward the edge closest to Casimir, legs on either side of the bartender as he reaches out to gently cup his face with those ringed fingers, his seafoam gaze scanning each and every pane of the other man’s face. “Are you punishin’ yourself?” He asks a little simpler. “Or d’ya think this is what you deserve? Keepin’ everyone away?” There's a heavy pause, one long enough for Thorn to formulate his next comment. "Well, mostly everyone. I can and am a thorn in people's sides. You especially."
Cas hasn’t talked much about his past at all, so Thorn is at a bit of a loss when it comes to trying to determine what kind of terrible things he might have done when he’s been nothing but perfect here at the House. Quiet, a little judgy, playful and sharp with calculating eyes and a charming smile that suggests he wouldn’t take any shit from anyone. All he receives so far is a short, barely there shake of his head, enough that the courtesan can see it with little issue.
He chews on his bottom lip, thinking about what else he could say to try and get it closer to what Casimir is feeling – though something tells him he’ll find it hard to get in the right section without more context. Instead, the aurora starts to fade away, the room shifts back to its replica of downstairs, but darker, quieter, like a slumbering beast ready to indulge in the dark lone night.
Thorn hears the rumble of thunder from the windows behind him, the flash and flare of the light as it brightens the interior only for a brief second, before the courtesan is shifting into action again. He knows how much Casimir hates it when he sits on the bar, but he hopes he’ll forgive him for this eventually.
He hums a low sound as though he’s thinking, hauls himself back up onto the bar and scoots toward the edge closest to Casimir, legs on either side of the bartender as he reaches out to gently cup his face with those ringed fingers, his seafoam gaze scanning each and every pane of the other man’s face. “Are you punishin’ yourself?” He asks a little simpler. “Or d’ya think this is what you deserve? Keepin’ everyone away?” There's a heavy pause, one long enough for Thorn to formulate his next comment. "Well, mostly everyone. I can and am a thorn in people's sides. You especially."
Hawthorn
so tell me your name and tell me your problems, i got the same
