I'm doing budges for shadow's profit push so I'll miss a bunch of prompts for a while.
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"Don't you dare," snarls the guardian, and pulls them closer - "they're under my protection."
They can't help but feel oddly touched by the gesture, even if it is rather unnecessary.
Hex always had a crush on the gigantic guardian that worked at the market as a bodyguard for the expensive jewelry maker. Her wings were so big and he was sure that her thorns could pierce a solid stone wall just as easily as his heart. One time he saw her crush an imperial's skull. He wished it was his spine.
That's not to say he was like that with everyone! The mirror thief was known for being cold to everyone, unless there was loot to be shared or blood to be spilled. But he really liked larger dragons. Especially guardians. Maybe that's why he chose this stall to lighten today, perhaps deep inside he hoped he'd get caught by that guardian and get to know her better. His flirting skills weren't the best but he was confident he could at least offer her a hunt or two, maybe some romantic candles, a little forest fire from said candles, and then they'd run away faking their death with a pair of unfortunate burned bystanders he would have snatched beforehand. No! Focus Hex! Now's not the time to fantasize about forest fires!
The stall was as busy as always, no one batted an eye when he approached pretending to be a customer. He acted aloof and unbothered, confident even. As if he had a gift he was looking to buy for his non-existant mate and was unsure if they'd like the deep blue sapphire neckless or the bright red ruby one. When he tried to catch a glance of the guardian, she was already staring at him. He broke eye contact so fast, he was sure she would find out. He became awfully aware of her eyes on him and had trouble keeping up the act, he even got clumsy trying to pocket the neckless and had to pretend he just had butter fingers, apologising profusly while returning it to its stand. He was so glad none of the other rogues were around to see him like this. His image would be ruined.
He felt someone push him from behind and before he could turn to see, he was pinned to the ground.
"You got a lot of nerve showing your face around here, Hex!" His best friend, Vyne the wildclaw growled above him.
"What are you doing?" Hex whispered angrily at him.
"I'm helping you out. You looked like you were having trouble asking that guardian out, pal." Vyne whispered back with an annoying grin on his face.
"I don't need your help-"
"What's going on here?" The guardian shouted, her voice sending a shiver down Hex's spine.
"Isn't it obvious? Hex here has caused me some trouble so I'll destroy him, here and now!"
"Sir, please don't get violent with out customers. They're under my protection."
"Oh yea big girl? And what are you gonna do?"
"Crush that tiny little skull of yours."
Vyne didn't need much convincing to get off Hex after that but just to be sure, he scratched the mirror's back as he was leaving leaving the pathetic act to him. Hex was so good at looking pathetic. Maybe it was his dull colors or his high-pitched voice that he could crack into whimper with ease, but he could make even the most stoic of guards hesitate. Vyne had faith in his friend's acting.
His friend did not have faith in his own acting right now. The guardian was towering over him, her strong long black nails mere inches away from his eyes.
"I shall take you to a healer, it's the fault of the shop you didn't get the protection you deserve while on our grounds." She announced, as she reached down and grabbed Hex by the colar like a hatchling. He didn't complain.