"So, your place or mine?" the dark-haired beauty purred, suggestively wrapping her ankle around that of her latest patron. He returned the gesture with nothing more than an intense glare.
"I supplied the gold; thought that would include a place to do the deed,” he quipped dryly, untangling his leg from hers. "And I prefer not to make a scene."
The harlot was more than a little put off by this. She'd exercised her skills and services on countless men, and not once had any of them rejected her playful flirting. She looked him over for what seemed like the hundredth time that evening. No doubt he was peculiar. No one in this city that sh
Garrett silently suppressed his aggravation. He had about a hundred questions screaming in his mind right now, and several more rather colorful opinions of the boxman's sudden change of character and affairs. But one in particular resonated the loudest.
What the hell was he doing?!
How in the name of the old gods had a man he hadn't spoken to in two years so easily convinced him into risking his neck over some tart?! It was certainly true that in the past, Basso had been both a reliable fence, as well as deeply respected within the city's underworld for his specific abilities. None of which, managed to cross the Master Thief's mi
Garrett returned to his apartment late in the night. It had now been a week since his fiasco with the boxman, and Basso and his beloved had since eloped via a ship departing for a foreign land, deciding that it would be smartest to lay low at least until Lady Rumford deemed her chambermaid dead.
The thief slammed his back against the newly locked door, releasing a pent-up sigh of bitter frustration as he did so. He was absolutely exhausted. The night's raid on the docks had gone all but south, and had ended out being far more trouble than expected, for far too little profit.
Squeezing his eyes tightly closed, Garrett felt the odd sensatio
A crushing prison now mocked her, deprived her, encased her in cold, unforgiving ice. Broken hope came with her every waking breath, and a soft translucent fog exited her dark lips. The balance had shifted, and she alone could feel the world's response to it. Hair as black as raven's feathers, and soft as a rabbits pelt tapered down to her thin ankles. Clawed feet dug deeper into the screaming earth, granting it a mercy's kill.
She did not feel as the tears began to leave her empty eyes. Her world was unraveling, the trees cried for her to stop their suffering, their wounds deep from the metal-wielding humans and their twisted lifeless creat
Sophie sighed, turning the last page of her novel. It was lonely here now, without Basso. But the younger sibling was glad he had finally found happiness. She stood from the cushy armchair and flipped a long strand of her warm chestnut hair over her shoulder. Her blue eyes flashed in the darkness of the small apartment as she blew out the oil lamp , and prepared herself for bed.
From around the corner, a faint sound caused her to jump. Sophie wasn't certain, but it sounded like very soft footsteps treading across the carpet. Her thin eyebrows narrowed, and she grabbed the obsidian poker from the fireplace. Clutching the tool with b
Garrett and Sophie sat in silence following dinner. She looked him over with a worried frown, trying to gauge if he was truly feeling better, or if the thief was merely hiding his pain from her. Garrett was aware of her prying eyes, but he deigned to make contact. His own optics were lost in the crackling sea of flames within the fireplace.
Who had, nay, could hire Sheriff Truart to kill him? This question both bothered and concerned him greatly. There was a bigger fish out there than the leader of the city's law enforcement, and that was never a good thing in Garrett's line of work. And now that big-lipped mackerel, whoever he was
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Stealth and Witchcraft Cp. 13
The full moon was pale ivory that night, shimmering like a crystalized beacon against the frozen sea of stars. Garrett sat in focused silence, staring pensively at the map in front of him. Looking Glass Jewelers. It had been years since he had broken into that place, thus the newly updated map he had procured. The shop had since installed a series of air shafts, and the thief was intending to use them to his full advantage. Quill in hand, he began to mark his intended route through that maze of iron shafts and updated security systems. Two more days remained until he would pilfer every round and lovely bauble from within that place. Garrett w
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Stealth and Witchcraft Cp. 12
SIMMONS FAMILY MANOR
ONE WEEK AGO:
The enraged footfalls of metal-clad guards overwhelmed Gwenevere, sending her quaking body into a frozen state of panic. The resounding echo within that claustrophobic hallway boomed within her skull, as gooseflesh began to erupt across her chilled flesh. The girl released a small whimper, at the very notion of these men finding her.
A wrinkled, yet warm hand graced her cheek, coaxing the fretful girl back to the peril at hand. Gwenevere's eyes eased open, the visage of her most cherished handmaiden settling her chaotic nerves.
"Child. I understand how very frightened you must be," the old woman crooned.
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Stealth and Witchcraft Cp. 11
Morning came and went as it often did within that dreary clockwork realm, as it held neither value nor precedence within the tower. Gwenevere finally managed to rouse herself from an uncomfortable slumber sometime near late noon. The girl cast her eyes up towards the monolithic timekeeper, only to huff again in mild frustration when she remembered that it was static.
"Oh well," she yawned, cherished dreams still fading behind her glassy green eyes.
Gwenevere found that the nightmares had lessened greatly since coming to Stonemarket. Before, when she was living in Auledale with Simmons, they had occurred almost every other night. Though she
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Stealth and Witchcraft Cp. 10
Garrett ended up falling asleep at his workstation that night, after carefully removing his metal prosthetic so as not to accidentally crush the more delicate components. After the difficult day he'd had, the thief was hoping to enjoy a long and dreamless rest. But his slumber, was far from pleasant:
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A storm was imminent, though not the sort Garrett was expecting as he remained hunched atop that domed rooftop, surveying the expanse of that sullen midnight sky. It was almost numbing, having her so near. He could have reached out and touched her in that moment if he'd so chosen. But like the phantasmic specters of an impossible dream, the