The horseman outstretches a simple, decorative bouquet of crystalline flowers. It shimmers dimly in the gloomy atmosphere that is the Isles, illumining the area in a hunting green glow. In its depts, sunken faces glide beneath the surface, each wearing muted expressions of pain and sorrow. “For you, my dear Warden.” He purred, his tone dancing with muted devotion. “The souls of my latest raid. May their misery bring you ever sweet music.”
Such a curious thing it is, to receive a gift from Hecarim. Though, in hindsight, perhaps not unexpected. The two of them have always gotten along rather well, haven't they?
His head tilts to the side, almost curiously, and as his gaze falls on the bouquet of flowers - then on the souls that reach out towards him; begging for help ( they cry out for pity, screaming in agony ) - Thresh's skull deforms into an all-too pleased smirk. One hand reaches out to grip just above Hecarim's hold on the bouquet and he leans down slightly to bring his face closer to it, letting the very essence of suffering and sorrow that drips from the souls sink into his undying core.
Ah, what a lovely gift - he thinks, spectral flames flickering in excitement and contentment as he gives a pleased little hum.
He straightens up, letting his hold on his hook go in favor of reaching out towards Hecarim while pulling himself closer; seeing such genuine pleasure on Thresh's grotesque features is unusual and perhaps a gift in and of itself. He keeps his face close to Hecarim's, lets his claws tap almost endearingly against the armor on the other's body before he lets out a quiet laugh; enrapturing yet chilling.
"Attempting to woo me, are we?" He inquires then, letting his hand trail down Hecarim's body teasingly, tempting; daring - before he pulls away almost as quickly as he'd started and the smirk on his twisted features is nothing if not inviting.
"Mm, I'll take good care of this little gift of yours..." he purrs, glancing down at the bouquet now in his hands once more - although there is something he's currently more interested in and that 'thing' is standing right in front of him. His gaze flickers back up to Hecarim and he hums in contemplation.
"Such a shame I have nothing to give you in return." A pause and that inviting smirk is right back where it started, Thresh's fingers expertly caressing the crystalline flowers with a ghost of a touch.
