on the low, i get vertigo from body overdose
He’s truly at a loss, and maybe it was a good thing that Thorn had signed up to help with the quest to herd the unicorns toward Mourn. Because it meant that he wouldn’t be around for a few days, give some time to cool everything off, because for as much as the courtesan isn’t sure whether Cas wants to see him, Thorn isn’t sure how to make their first meeting after the abrupt change to the evening not awkward.
So the courtesan continues his search, comes up empty, and ends up returning to the bar to leave the box of cheesebread with a little note on top – in smooth, precise handwriting, Thorn writes Casimir, I’m sorry if I got a little carried away. We’ll talk soon, yeah? He doesn’t write his name at the end, if anything, he draws a little rose as if to signify who it’s from. Then he leaves it for the bartender to put with the rest of the communal fridge offerings and slinks back to his room.
And he preps everything he can to start getting ready for the upcoming trip, trying not to think about the night and who is at fault, lest he start to believe he’d fucked up.
- FIN
So the courtesan continues his search, comes up empty, and ends up returning to the bar to leave the box of cheesebread with a little note on top – in smooth, precise handwriting, Thorn writes Casimir, I’m sorry if I got a little carried away. We’ll talk soon, yeah? He doesn’t write his name at the end, if anything, he draws a little rose as if to signify who it’s from. Then he leaves it for the bartender to put with the rest of the communal fridge offerings and slinks back to his room.
And he preps everything he can to start getting ready for the upcoming trip, trying not to think about the night and who is at fault, lest he start to believe he’d fucked up.
- FIN
Hawthorn
so tell me your name and tell me your problems, i got the same
