// i am heaven sent, don't you dare forget —
Cold begins to creep in as Leafchange approaches, cloudier skies and colder nights, and while more business tended to occur when people tired of their cold beds, Thorn yet again finds himself at the bar in the House of Midnight, people watching and annoying his favorite bartender (the one that he’s pretty sure hates him).
It’s all in good fun for him, at least, sipping from his fruity drink, half sprawled out over the bar if for no other reason than to keep annoying the bartender and perhaps show himself off a little. He wears a tight suit of pale fishnets across his chest, covered by a loose and almost translucent dark shawl, revealing all the little ivy and plant tattoos that wind around him.
One hand presses into his hair, propping his head up while his other hand stirs the drink and he seems to stare idly into the crowd of people, chatting amongst themselves in their little groups, picking from the options that the brothel has to offer. Of course he’s happy for his coworkers, but gods it made the days drag on.
It’s all in good fun for him, at least, sipping from his fruity drink, half sprawled out over the bar if for no other reason than to keep annoying the bartender and perhaps show himself off a little. He wears a tight suit of pale fishnets across his chest, covered by a loose and almost translucent dark shawl, revealing all the little ivy and plant tattoos that wind around him.
One hand presses into his hair, propping his head up while his other hand stirs the drink and he seems to stare idly into the crowd of people, chatting amongst themselves in their little groups, picking from the options that the brothel has to offer. Of course he’s happy for his coworkers, but gods it made the days drag on.
thorn
— i am all you've ever wanted,
what all the other boys all promised //
what all the other boys all promised //
