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He winced wondering if the boy truly knew what he was getting into. Revealing the dagger he always kept ready he twisted it in his palm. Once last look at the desperate man and pricked his thumb pressing it against the others. Once he was finished he helped the boy up moving him as if he were a puppet. “Alright Yexiall, the first thing is I cannot keep calling you Yexiall.” He scoft, “Though you give your self away as noble, not many people are fans of your people. Choose a different family and name too associate yourself with.” His eyes drifted towards the sky finding some better looking clothing that would suit the boys status. “Something a merchant would call themselves.” |
he paused trying to think of a merchant name but nothing came to him, the only names he knew were too big and too well known. he looked up at the other "i can think of nothing, i am not versed in merchant names outside of those we trade with directly"
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He set the noble down by a wall and started to gather new clothing for him. Once he returned he tossed them at the boy. “...” His face screwed in thought. “Put those on...” he smirked coming up with the name for the fellow. “Yianni” |
catching it the best he could in his current state he looked down at the fabric. "this is stolen, i cannot wear this"
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curiously a brow raised its self. The thief took his knife and shred ed Yianni's shirt.. “I suppose this is also stolen now, you can no longer wear it.” He grinned, letting his eyes fall towards the boys undergarments. “Should I steal those as well?” |
he dropped the stolen garments an clutched at his shirt "that is not stolen it is damaged! why did you do that? are you mad?!"
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” Logically speaking your Yianniness, I just stole it damaged it and now you have it back.” His eyes narrowed, he took his dagger reaching out to the white shorts. Placing the blade against the others thigh, while he attempted too fight him, The thief stole what the boy had left to wear. He staggered backwards twirling his prize in the air. |
he was beyond embarrassed and in equal measures angry. valiantly he tried to hide his exposed parts with the threads of his shirt even as the other bent down to retrieve the stolen clothes. he thought about smacking the articles away when they were held out but he was quickly coming to realize that the thief was both shameless and insane and had no qualms about making things difficult. taking the clothes begrudgingly he looked away. "i will wear your stolen things, just stop trying to ogle me already and turn around"
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”There is not much to ogle, unless you like spoiled meat.” The thief complied with the boy, turning away. His attention wondered to his satchel. He stashed the cloth from the underwear inside wondering what price the fine fabric would fetch to a seamstress. |
it was slow work to dress but his limbs worked when prompted and the vertigo that always hounded him after magic was leaving as well. slipping into the course clothing he frowned. this was ridiculous to him and unnecessary as well, he could be carried back through the tunnel easily enough even with a rip in his trousers and a pain in his head, it was the the thief's lunacy that prevented him from getting home and he was not please at all
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While waiting for the young boy his attention began to wander. He no long thought about the brat behind him, The thief was more concerned about the people he might not ever seen again. For the moment he abandoned Yianni in favor of hunting though his satchel. He had little time to make it to the planned rendezvous point. His impatience grew towards the other he now deemed a burden. “Are you ready..Ye...Yianni?” |
he was loosely knotting the shirt when the other spoke. he had to hold back his first response. "i am as ready as i can be, take me home now i have done what you asked" looking up at the back he made a face, "you promised"
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The Thief was surprised the noble looked some what decent in commoners clothing. Secretly he had been expecting the other to have a nobleish aura that prevent him from blending in. He scoff then his lips turned into a smirk. “It will cost you another boon, to make sure things are done in a timely manner Yianni. When was not part of the deal.” He shrugged with a cocky grinn. “Sorry I will show you, but I have a to do list first, now follow me, please and try not to speak.” He led the other through the alley way and out into the streets. His eyes shifted, until he knew where they were. Unfortunately the route took them away from the castle. |
he tried to keep up with the other's pace but he was still a little sluggish and in the end had to latch onto the thief's shirt so as not to get left behind
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He turned hand raised to whom ever was about to attack him but he found it was only the noble. He did not realize the man was still such and invalid. He took the boys fingers away from the fabric of his shirt and intertwined them with his own. "If I promise you will leave this venture with your dignity, and no more ogling. My I help you with out you thinking it is nothing more?" |
he gritted his teeth but the words still escaped, "you molested abused and stole me all in the span of a night, i have lost most of my dignity as well as my underpants, you had no right to ogle to begin with...i will take your offer but not as a sign of peace but as my rightful due"
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He dropped the others hand and simply stared at him. His fingers curled into a fist around the straps of his satchel. A slow fury was boiling. “I retract my offer, perhaps it will do you well to spend time among the people. Good day Yexiall. If I find you again, I will assist you to the castle.” He once again started his stride and paused searching the market place |
he blanched but said nothing, the other really was planning to leave, he was just being played with. he felt the tight feeling of tears behind his eyes and crushed them under anger, "you can stop lying already you damn thief, i am finished with you leading me on and playing me like a toy, go already." he didn't look towards the man. he didn't want to see the retreating back lest he cry
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With a single finger gesture he told the boy what he really though. Once among the streets he paused by the first vendor he found, getting rid of some of the more heavier trinkets he stole from the castle. It made his bag lighter, and his pocket much happier. The next order of business was his stomach, then the rendezvous. He drifted towards a fruit stand. |
in the end he could not be a man and the tears fell silently. letting them fall he sat in the dirt and rested against the wall. he had no clue as to how to find his way home now
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He paid the man his silver and realized he left something important in the alley. Grouping around his neck the weight that was constantly around his neck was missing. He brushed past the boy sitting near the edge of the alley and went to go search near where he changed his clothes. Quickly he snatched up the abandoned necklace. He came again to..."Yexiall, what are you doing here?" He asked half paying attention. His attitude change when he saw the tears, he crouched near him offering his hand. "Please do not cry. The world is not as scary as it seems. I will make sure you get home if you trust me." He measured the boy. "If you trust me, you may call me Ree." If the boy trust him he would be one of the few that were close to knowing his real name. |
he looked up into the sympathetic eyes for several seconds before he realized what he was doing was wrong. whipping his head away he hastily removed as much of the wet he could. "of-of course it isn't you fool, i thought you were leaving, don't stick around just to be an asshole"
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Ree stared at the other, hesitant to bring his arm back. Shaking his head he dug his hands into his pocket and fished out a few coins and laid them in a pile next to the boy. He tipped his hat before rising again. He shuffled on his way realizing he had already lost a lot of time. |
he didn't cry this time, his anger at the other's actions outweighed his own fears. when the man had gone he picked himself up off of the ground and left the alleyway. he didn't bother with the coins
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He found the tavern he was looking for. It was surprisingly close to the harbor and exactly where the others said it would be. He pushed open the doors expecting to see his cohorts and hear their sarcastic remarks about his tardiness but none of them were present. He tossed the keep a coin for a sandwich, taking it and standing outside. Every second Ree's eyes drifted to his watch. |
he headed in the direction he thought his home would be but only succeeded in getting lost, he didn't call out and he didn't sit down again but even so he couldn't help but feel as if he was going nowhere
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The sun was setting over the world. Ree blinked. His heavy heart held a small hope that his friends forgot. It pushed away the realistic dread that sent him into shivers. He tucked his hands into his pockets wandering the winding brick paths to his home. The cities night time districts were coming alive. He paused at the row that lead to many of the whore houses merchants frequented. A familiar crop of Auburn hair was listlessly wondering down the row. He chuckled and scampered up to the boy and pinched his butt. “For sale tonight?” He smirked wanting to forget. “if your worth your weight in silver I can pay the price.” There was a distinct sound of coins from his pocket as he laughed. "I suppose your not a whore during the day hours, what are you then... a lady?" He sneered at the royal. |
he jerked away surprised when the man pinched him and spoke into his ear. falling down he stared up at the familiar face before his shock turned into anger. he had to bite his tongue and look away
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His laugh rang out into the night. He smiled at the young man. “You must be a good lay being that up tight.” He crouched down in front of the royal “Would you like to go back to my house?” |
he forced himself to nod. he couldn't spend the night outside with the prostitutes and cut-purses and would rather go with the perverted thief. "don't keep leaving me"
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Surprise took his face. He wasn't sure if the boy was lying. His lips curved into a small grin. Behind his words he was serious. "of course your majesty." He said leaning over and picking the royal up and holding him on his feet, least he fall again "I wont keep leaving you, and I have one rule. You will not give my mother the same tongue as me." |
he nodded. he was too tired to argue it and so accepted the restriction. "i will not speak"
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He watch the boy nod sheepishly, he pulled him into the cradle of his arms and started to walk home. After some time, Ree reached one of the more poorer ghettos of the city strictly reserved for mix breeds like him. For once, Ree was greeted with silence as he entered his humble abode. Some where deep with in the wooden bungalow a kettle whistled. His mother hobbled out of the darkness, using the wall as her guide. Glazed over silver eyes looked past Ree. She grinned. “Ree, there are already so many children here....” She reached out and touched Rees face, her eyes moved as if they were reading a book. The fully grey woman hobbled back towards the wall. “There is only room in your bed.” She could tell her son would not get rest. Before departing shuffling along the wall towards the sound of the whistle. He climbed up the dark stairs to the highest flat sauntering into the only small space not occupied by tiny bodies. He set the body on the bed, stealing one of his pillows and curling up on the hardwood. |
he woke as he was laid out on a hard pallet and opening his eyes he saw the back of a shoulder pulling away and drop down to the floor. with no small surprise he noticed in the dim light several small bundles. children. he reached out and lightly touched the other. softly so as not to disturb them, "where are we? this is your home?"
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He slowly rose, resting his head on the edge of his bed. He nodded. “My home... their home, my mother collects children that do not have a place. The little ones learn trades and take up chores, the other ones try to find apprenticeships to bring in money.” He huffed blinked and countered with a question of his own. “have you ever worked in your life? Or Gone hungry?” |
he opened his mouth to respond but stopped. he knew what work was and he had been hungry before but even he understood that the other meant laboring and starvation. shaking his head he rested on his chin in front of the other "not in the way you are asking"
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He was not sure which he was more, surprised at the honest answer, or that he expected the answer. "And if you are... the Yexiall, why haven't you gone out into the city before for yourself?" Ree felt like he was asking common sense things yet they seemed so foreign to nobles. |
"because of people like you, and worse. if i stay inside i am relatively safe, you have seen the riots, if you can read the papers will tell you everything, my name is a target because of my fathers rule and his father before him. i am the son, i cannot die all that are left are sisters." he shook his head, "i am not like you, people outside of myself dictate my life, my body is not mine to do with as i please"
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He had one last question, before a yawn over took him. "Then are going to rule, like your father and his father before him? |
he shook his head again. "if we can survive this then no, i may be my fathers son but i am no fool, the people are starving as our coffers swell. gold does not equal blood, peasants work long and hard then die, it is a peasant's lot but not in droves like this, we cannot support ourselves if we bury all of the able bodies we need to harvest the grain with"
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