// you can't keep a secret if it never was a secret to start —
It remains, even when Deimos confirms the fact that Thorn had meant here, even if the innuendo was far too good to miss out on. The courtesan’s head bobs, dark hair falling in slight waves as they frame his face and he slinks in a bit closer now that the conversation has been breached, an opening Thorn takes probably rather annoyingly, not unlike his nickname.
“I was looking for books on architecture, but I’ve never seen a library this big. Maybe there’s something in here that’s better and more fun?” He suggests, head tilting toward the Sword as his gaze glances toward the title he’d just turned away from, wondering why anyone would want to know what creatures thrived in the Draig.
“I was looking for books on architecture, but I’ve never seen a library this big. Maybe there’s something in here that’s better and more fun?” He suggests, head tilting toward the Sword as his gaze glances toward the title he’d just turned away from, wondering why anyone would want to know what creatures thrived in the Draig.
thorn
— at least pretend you didn't wanna get caught,
we're concentrating on falling apart //
we're concentrating on falling apart //
