// you can't keep a secret if it never was a secret to start —
He’s never been to Stormbreak either, but with the mention of it being open for Abandoned’s now, Thorn has to take a trip there. After all, he’s heard numerous times of the different shops, and the notorious Mother Molly’s which he’d never had a chance to go and see just how they run the show there. Today, though, is a more relaxed one – self indulgent rather than focusing on things for work, and it’s why he finds himself stepping into the giant library (awe inspiring, considering he’s pretty sure he’s only ever seen anything akin to it in people’s preferences in the House of Midnight rooms).
But it was different to be there physically and see the books lining the shelves and the people milling about, and even though it’s Leafchange, the courtesan has abandoned his long flowy garments in favor for the tight, close fitting clothing that he’d intended on getting more of while here. Later, of course.
A large figure captures his attention, though, one that seems almost as distracted as he is for where to start – and Thorn takes it as an opportunity to follow the stranger (who does actually look vaguely familiar, from plenty of years ago before he’d left Halo). And he bides his time while Deimos peruses the tomes in silence until they’re relatively far enough away from prying ears that Thorn can lean against the edge of one of the shelves and pin the Sword with bright seafoam eyes and a playful, catlike grin. “Is it your first time too?” He whispers, playfulness and hope flickering into his gaze.
But it was different to be there physically and see the books lining the shelves and the people milling about, and even though it’s Leafchange, the courtesan has abandoned his long flowy garments in favor for the tight, close fitting clothing that he’d intended on getting more of while here. Later, of course.
A large figure captures his attention, though, one that seems almost as distracted as he is for where to start – and Thorn takes it as an opportunity to follow the stranger (who does actually look vaguely familiar, from plenty of years ago before he’d left Halo). And he bides his time while Deimos peruses the tomes in silence until they’re relatively far enough away from prying ears that Thorn can lean against the edge of one of the shelves and pin the Sword with bright seafoam eyes and a playful, catlike grin. “Is it your first time too?” He whispers, playfulness and hope flickering into his gaze.
thorn
— at least pretend you didn't wanna get caught,
we're concentrating on falling apart //
we're concentrating on falling apart //
