// oh we could never be together //
“Aye, that I can do.” Thorn offers warmly, shooting her a slightly brighter smile – knowing how hard this was for her and still damn proud she’s doing it anyway. The smile that’s there is small, but promising, and Thorn opts to try and keep it on her face as much as he feasibly can. She starts to pull away from his embrace and he lets her, taking a moment to tighten the jacket around his frame to keep out the cold while she reaches for the bag and the contents within.
For a moment, he thinks she might be double fisting the flower party, but she soon concedes the trowel to him that he takes with ease. “Hell yeah.” Thorn beams at her, waiting until she starts to dig before Thorn drifts over to the patch of purple and pink flowers, crouching low beside it to start digging up the roots and all of these particular wildflowers.
He should have anticipated the question, because it wasn’t like she didn’t pick up on his own little tics and usual behavior. “Uh, well..” He nibbles on his lower lip, glancing over the flowers to look back at Colt before he laughs a boyish sound. “I asked Cas t’dinner with me. Finally got him out from behind th’ bar.” He plucks the pink flower from the hole he’d dug to make sure he got the roots of it before he puffs out his chest a little. “An’ I think he likes me..”
For a moment, he thinks she might be double fisting the flower party, but she soon concedes the trowel to him that he takes with ease. “Hell yeah.” Thorn beams at her, waiting until she starts to dig before Thorn drifts over to the patch of purple and pink flowers, crouching low beside it to start digging up the roots and all of these particular wildflowers.
He should have anticipated the question, because it wasn’t like she didn’t pick up on his own little tics and usual behavior. “Uh, well..” He nibbles on his lower lip, glancing over the flowers to look back at Colt before he laughs a boyish sound. “I asked Cas t’dinner with me. Finally got him out from behind th’ bar.” He plucks the pink flower from the hole he’d dug to make sure he got the roots of it before he puffs out his chest a little. “An’ I think he likes me..”
Hawthorn
// but it's nice to play pretend //
