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Post by Coldfire on Feb 11, 2010 18:19:41 GMT -5
verloren devereux
HE’LL BREAK YOUR HEART
he’s a good time cowboy casanova
leaning up against the record machine
he looks like a cool drink of water
but he’s candy coated misery [/color]
He could swear he must have been on a movie set or something. I mean, it was perfect. All of it. Loads of pretty girls, handsome guys, and he was in the center of it all, looking as drop-dead-gorgeous as ever. His cocky smile slipped up onto his face as he ran the fingers of his right hand through his bangs, puffing them up a little and brushing them back. He let his hand drop back to his side as he sauntered into a nearby store, filled with various bits and pieces of jewelry.
He loved jewelry stores. They always thought that they watched for shoplifters so well, so perfectly, that they were just that good. And then he walked in, and they got burned. Real bad. He wandered through the aisles, small, satisfied smile on his face as his fingers ran over the gold and silver chains. He whispered softly under his breath, not moving his lips as he did so, voice creating an elaborate illusion of a particularly suspicious looking fellow walking in, which distracted her for long enough for him to swipe up a rather large handful of necklaces and bracelets from their places, and shove them in his pocket. He fingered them and whispered again, and this time the security bands popped off and he tossed them out of sight.
He spent a few more moments wandering around, eying the jewels longingly, as though he wished he could buy one for some girlfriend, flashing a heart-breaking smile at the clerk, that held just a trace of regret, as he wandered back out, setting off absolutely no alarms, and leaving his illusion to walk off and disappear around the corner, rather literally. His hand found his pocket and he cracked a grin as he fingered the chains again. It was a most wonderful day.
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Post by Sinclair on Feb 12, 2010 2:09:25 GMT -5
{I wanna steal your topic <33 I love it ^_^}
A puff of lemon accompanied a shy teenager as she wandered the aisles of the jewelry store, her fingertips gently running along the beautiful surfaces and the glass cases. Her gaze wasn't one of longing, but rather it was fascination and admiration for the fine things that her eyes grazed. Hm, so very beautiful indeed. . . When Desirae looked up it was because there was someone coming into the store; a man who didn't look all that honest. Huh. Her gaze followed him for a few moments until she realized that the clerk was on it, watching him closely already. When Desirae looked back a boy was shoving things in his pockets then tossing the security tags. Now, Desirae Casey was not overly zealous about many things, but since she joined the X-Men upon arriving in Bayville, her sense of right and wrong became important. She let it get to her head that she was here to do something important and to help people out. So when the boy walked out of the store, Desirae followed.
Desirae didn't have a lot at her disposal. No weapons, and even if she did she wasn't dumb enough to show them in a mall. She didn't have a very offensive power, and she wasn't very intimidating overall. She was just a silent girl that faded into the background. But he didn't know that, did he? Desirae moved up behind him, placing a hand on his shoulder to stop his progress. She didn't wait for him to react, though, before she was speaking. She didn't want him to turn around and face her immediately, though, because she was afraid that if he saw her he wouldn't take her seriously.
Before she could truly regret her move, she came up with an idea; what if she fooled him? Her free hand began to glow with a color matching her eyes and her eyes seemed to brighten considerably. She lifted her hand to hold it toward her chest, mostly as a move to conceal it to some degree. It was a risky move, especially with all the people, but Desi wasn't worried. She was standing close to the wall and if anyone saw, they'd think they were crazy, wouldn't they? Her hand wasn't dangerous. If he'd touched it, it would have been warm and it would have relieved him of any pain or discomfort. Desirae could only hope that it appeared threatening to the thief. She wasn't quite sure what she expected or even what she wanted. Did she want him to return it? Did she want him to be scared enough to never do it again? Truth be told, no. She didn't. Not really. Desirae hadn't even thought of her motive, she'd only acted on the impulse that he'd done something wrong and she seemed to be the only one to notice. |
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Post by Coldfire on Feb 12, 2010 8:54:36 GMT -5
verloren devereux
HE’LL BREAK YOUR HEART
he’s a good time cowboy casanova
leaning up against the record machine
he looks like a cool drink of water
but he’s candy coated misery [/color]
He had just been wondering what he would go after next, or whether he should simply go grab some food first. Both were perfectly plausible options. He had no issue with stealing, it would never be heavy on his conscience. After all, he had been raised by thieves and had even needed to steal to stay alive from the early age of six. He had just had difficulty comprehending the idea of taking only what he needed, and instead, took what he wanted. Sometimes, he didn't even realize he had slipped something into his pocket until he got home. It was just second nature to him.
However, at the hand on his shoulder, he almost felt his heart stop. He hadn't been caught since a single time when he was seven, and he hated the feeling. That was the only reason he didn't go too big. Bank heists, museum items, all those things he deemed out of reach. He could probably manage to pull it off, but he didn't dare try. There was no way in hell he was going to jail, not if he could help it. So, hiding that silent fear, he plastered on his smile and turned around.
As it turned out, it wasn't hard to keep smiling after he had done so. After all, she wasn't exactly ugly. In fact, his smile almost grew a little. He spotted the hand, glowing as it was didn't surprise him though. And, anyway, even if she had caught him, he could stick up an illusion of himself walking the other way and an illusion of someone else over him until he got free. It had gotten him out of various... issues.
Yes, miss?
He said, softly, but loud enough to be heard. It was rather obvious he wasn't afraid. He knew he should be more careful, but careful wasn't who he was. Not for this. It wasn't as if he couldn't ditch the jewelry somewhere, in various spots of course, spread it out where other people would find it, pick it up, never know. And there was always the fall back plan of hiding it in an illusion, too. He never took things on purpose without having at least two plans to get away should anything go wrong. And she did look rather timid. She might not have the courage to say anything at all. Of course, perhaps she was afraid he would hurt her. But he was not a violent soul, even at risk of getting caught. Shedding blood only made things worse.
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Post by Sinclair on Feb 12, 2010 11:26:55 GMT -5
When Lore turned to her with that smile, Desirae found herself resisting the urge to blush and turn away. It wasn't like he was complimenting her with a simple smile, but Desirae wasn't someone who communicated with the opposite sex by choice. Now here she was confronting him, and he had to go and be cute, didn't he? It seemed to be just her luck. Had she been paying close enough attention to notice his smile widen, she probably would have found comfort. Since she didn't, she was just trying her hardest not to look down to the floor.
Desirae wasn't expecting him to react with no trace of fear. What did /that/ mean? Her mind was racing with possibilities. She wasn't really terrified that he'd hurt her if she had to admit it. Boys in general were dangerous in her mind, and yet she wasn't overwhelmed with any negative feelings, beyond nervousness. Most wouldn't believe that Desirae could be this brave, but obviously they didn't realize that she had a mission in mind that would overpower her other emotions, like a shot of adrenaline to get her past the hard parts.
"You can't do that,"Desirae replied. "You can't steal from them like that." There was no way for her to know he was a mutant, other than the simple knowledge that it wasn't easy to get those security tags off. So she didn't go on about how mutants had a responsibility or any of the other things that the Xavier institute promoted. No. Her simple statement seemed enough for her. |
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Post by Coldfire on Feb 12, 2010 12:22:50 GMT -5
verloren devereux
HE’LL BREAK YOUR HEART
he’s a good time cowboy casanova
leaning up against the record machine
he looks like a cool drink of water
but he’s candy coated misery [/color]
And yet I did.
He replied, actually looking amused at the conversation. After all, he knew he shouldn't steal. But, of course, that never meant that he couldn't, as she so suggested. That was one thing he loved about the average person's English language. Many just didn't know the difference, or they used them so interchangeably they lost track or which meant which.
Call it an inherited skill, if you will. And, rather bluntly, they won't catch me even if they try.
He replied, grin fading to a simple, smug smirk, though one corner still tweaked up in a crooked sort of smile as he fingered one of the chains, rolling it around between his thumb and forefinger. He knew better than to fish it out, of course. There were cameras everywhere, and he did not need to be seen on them. Then, he let it drop out of his hand, quickly placing it on her shoulder to guide her out of the way of a child running down the hall. He may be a thief, but he was kind.
If it makes you feel any better, though, they can afford it. I make it a policy to never take from those who need what I may take. I know where they've been.
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Post by Sinclair on Feb 12, 2010 15:32:42 GMT -5
Desirae's own use of the English language wasn't terribly incorrect normally. She could have defended herself, insisting that she meant he couldn't do it because she wasn't going to let him, but she wasn't about to have a casual conversation with him, so perhaps it was a good thing that he didn't voice the observation of her words.
"I caught you, I could tell them,"Desirae threatened though he threat sounded a bit hollow, even to her own ears. It'd work, there were cameras, but Desirae wasn't sure she'd take it that far. She wanted him to think she would if possible.
The fight left Desirae the second he touched her; it was almost as if the mouse remembered she was a mouse again and was ready to cower once more. She froze completely, her hand returning to it's normal state almost instantly. When she realized what he'd done, saving her from the running child, it did make her wonder. That wasn't something he expected from a thief like him. This unknown factor brought her anger back. She glared up at him to convey her feelings.
"Don't act nice, I'm not going to ignore you stealing just because you did something nice."Desirae warned, as if it were some crime. She didn't want him to manipulate her, didn't want him to play on her emotions. Had she known he wasn't trying to do anything of the sort, she probably would have thanked him rather than being upset. |
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Post by Coldfire on Feb 12, 2010 16:01:38 GMT -5
verloren devereux
HE’LL BREAK YOUR HEART
he’s a good time cowboy casanova
leaning up against the record machine
he looks like a cool drink of water
but he’s candy coated misery [/color]
Yes, you could tell them. Of course you could. But they wouldn't find me. You don't know my name, and appearances are oh so easy to change.
He replied to her first comment, his speech almost hinting at an education. He hadn't had any, not really, but he had learned well. Listened in the streets to those who had money, lots of it, and caught on quickly. He knew how to fit in, and pulled it off very well. Or, at least, so he thought to himself. He also thought himself flawless, of course, so this was no big surprise.
He actually laughed when she called him out on his actions, but it did take him a few moments to think of a way to reply and get his point across. He did look away for a moment as he thought, tongue between his molars in the left side of his mouth. Then, he figured out how to word it, and he looked back at her, directly, as he always looked at someone. There were no hesitant glances, nervous meeting of eyes, not with him.
Just because someone steals does not make them a terrible person. In some cases, yes, perhaps it does, but not always. Sometimes, it's the only way to survive. Maybe you don't get it, that's fine. You can just turn away, walk back to whatever little semi-perfect life you have, even report me if you want. But it isn't going to change me. Born to thieves, forced to steal to live... it eventually becomes a lifestyle. And I prefer to stick to it, especially seeing as I have nothing to go to if I were to just stop. But I do have a word of advice for you; Figure out what you want to do, and don't ever hesitate. Just do it. You'll know what's possible and what's not possible by listening to your heart. Follow it, and you run into a hell of a lot less problems.
He tapped his index finger to her chest, where her heart would be as he spoke, then pulled his hand back. He stood there for a moment more, almost as if waiting to see her response. But then, he simply put his hand back in his pocket, his other hand following the same actions to reach the other pocket, then he pivoted on his heel and began to walk away, no shame in anything he had done. Never any shame. He did glance over his shoulder though, only out of the corner of his eye, still curious.
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Post by Sinclair on Feb 12, 2010 16:41:45 GMT -5
Desirae wasn't going to give up and he had her when he said that he didn't know his name. Why did that make her want to ask him? Not to get him in trouble, but just because she found that when reminded, she did want to know it. She wasn't likely to ask, not yet, no matter how much she wanted to know.
When he laughed her cheeks were immediately dusted with a crimson color. Her embarrassment was drug out when he didn't speak right away, but even went so far as to look away from her. She wondered what he was looking for. Someone in particular? Like the security guards or someone who'd catch him? Or was he looking for somewhere to run? Whatever it was he didn't move so it seemed she'd never know because soon enough he was looking back at her as he spoke.
Desirae definitely did not agree. Stealing was dishonest and it hurt the other person, so of course that selfishness made the thief a bad person! When he said it was sometimes the only way to survive, her expression did slip to one of sympathy. Desirae did feel sympathetic even though she'd condemned him for his actions before. When he said that she could turn and return to her perfect world her expression clouded with anger. How could he assume that? How could he /say/ that? It didn't seem to occur to her that she'd judged him just as generally as he was judging her. Her emotions seemed to disapear again as she gave a soft gasp at his touch. When his touch didn't hurt Desirae was relieved and it gave her time to think about what it was he said. It was good advice, but. . . Desirae didn't know what to say. This didn't turn out the way it was supposed to, not at all.
Desirae bit gently at her bottom lip as he walked away from her. She felt nothing short of regret; that didn't work out, and instead of being satisfied that he was leaving, she found herself wishing he'd stay. Thief or not, he was very interesting. Maybe it was just the way he told her something that seemed inspirational, something worth hearing. That and Desirae didn't want to be alone again, which she would be when he left.
Desirae took a few steps in the direction he was walking in, trying to sum up the courage to speak.
"Wait, I'm sorry."Desirae insisted softly, hoping it'd somehow catch his attention and convince him to turn around again. Desirae was mildly surprised by her own words after they left her. Saying sorry to a thief who just stole, likely, hundreds of dollars worth of jewelry? Desirae hadn't saw exactly what he'd stuffed in his pocket but she didn't doubt that he made away with quite the load. And she wasn't really that sorry, it just seemed like the right answer for her to get her way. |
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Post by Coldfire on Feb 12, 2010 17:02:14 GMT -5
verloren devereux
HE’LL BREAK YOUR HEART
he’s a good time cowboy casanova
leaning up against the record machine
he looks like a cool drink of water
but he’s candy coated misery [/color]
He looked forward again as she took a few steps after him, called out softly. He let his steps slow to a stop, rather than halt immediately, and then turned to look at her, slight smile on his face, watching her for a moment, but not closing the bit of a gap that was still between them. No, he didn't quite want to.
No, you aren't. You listened to instinct and went after me, to try and stop me. You meant that. But the attempt is appreciated, I s'ppose.
He bit his tongue an instant later(figuratively, of course, not literally), cheeks actually tinging a bit pink. Hardly noticeable, but still there. He'd gotten lost in the situation, slipped his Welsh accent. He hadn't meant to. The fact he had made a mistake almost made him more embarrassed than being caught. In this case, it was simple that she had better powers of observation than he had thought. Miscalculation was one thing, but to slip on something so basic as that fake American accent he had been using for years... Now that, that was what got to him. But he hid it quickly, taking a few steps toward her again, closing that gap of a few steps.
He shouldn't. He knew he shouldn't. He should just go, leave her be. He had a habit of being drawn to innocence, just as he had a habit of ruining it, plaguing it like a disease. But, again, like it was a drug, he was drawn back to their conversation, even though he knew better.
However, I do make a living out of dishonesty, so I guess I can let it slid.
His smile came back, ever so cocky this time, as, for a moment, the original topic of the goods he'd stolen was forgotten. He was a naturally charismatic man, always had been, and probably could have made a career elsewhere if he'd been able to get some sort of official education, but his mother had ruined that. He still blamed her, in a way, but only during those rare moments he actually regretted what he did. This was not one of those.
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Post by Sinclair on Feb 12, 2010 18:31:00 GMT -5
Desirae's discomfort was evident when he watched her without saying anything; that was a very alarming situation, to be observed, but to not get a single word. . . She wanted to disapear right then and there. Yet she remained, gazing right back at him, silently urging him to do something. Anything. Even though Desi knew she wasn't terribly convincing, and hardly honest, she was still bothered that she didn't fool him. He had her figured out, it seemed, and that was anything but a good thing. On the other hand, she was mad that it did not work.
Maybe she'd feel better if her initial attempt, to stop him and make him regret stealing, maybe then it wouldn't have hit home in quite the same way. She was so concerned with what he said that she didn't pay much attention to his accent; only after she had a second to process it did she realize it was off, that there was something not quite right. She would have never guessed his accent was Welish. She'd never met someone with a Welish accent, and she honestly wouldn't have been able to tell you where a Welish accent came from. It did sound rather British if she had to compare it to anything. She didn't care that much, really, so she didn't even mention it. She didn't have a reply to his words, so she bit her own tongue in much the same way.
Desi was relieved when he stepped toward her; perfect. His second statement was just as hard to respond to; a life of dishonesty. Was she as bad as him? She certainly hoped not.
"I'm not dishonest."Desirae stated finally, as if trying to convince herself of that more than Lore. "Honesty is essential." She didn't want to hear what he had to say to that all that badly, so she extended her hand as if to shake his, then offered an introduction.
"I'm Desirae Casey,"Desirae explained,"I'm in Bayville to attend the Xavier institute," The magic words that said so much more than just where she spent the night. |
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Post by Coldfire on Feb 12, 2010 22:08:04 GMT -5
verloren devereux
HE’LL BREAK YOUR HEART
he’s a good time cowboy casanova
leaning up against the record machine
he looks like a cool drink of water
but he’s candy coated misery [/color]
He could have replied. He could have retorted that sometimes, dishonesty is a good thing. Classic example? Honey, do I look fat in this dress? Honest answer; yes, yes you do sweetheart. Dishonest answer; no, you look lovely. Now, really, which answer did women want no matter how fat the dress makes them look? The second one. Always. That was not something he'd ever learned through experience, and he was rather glad of that. He could envision the slap across the face rather perfectly, to the point it almost hurt to think about it.
So, of course, he was glad when she gave him a reason to opt out of answering. Or, again, he'd be breaking whatever illusions she had of some sort of perfect world, whether she considered herself part of that world or not. He actually looked shocked for a second at her mention of Xavier's. The fact she was there was not necessarily the surprising part; No, that was the fact that he stayed there as well and as of yet had never seen her. He liked to think he knew everyone. Well, apparently not. However, as he took her hand, he still knew she might report him and so gave his nickname and the last name he sometimes went by. However, always having a flair for the dramatic, even in the middle of a crowded mall, he let his accent through, as he swept down in a bow to place a kiss on her knuckles, as if she were some sort of royalty, mischievous glint in his eyes as he looked up at her.
Lore Silvertongue. Prince of thieves, at your service.
He stood back straight after a moment, smiling even at the stares he had earned. He had made sure to mumble his response quietly enough that she could hear, but no others. He let his fingers slid away from hers and back to his side. And then, he finally returned to a less dramatic, and rather mismatching comment that was necessary nonetheless.
Xavier's as well.
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Post by Sinclair on Feb 12, 2010 22:55:19 GMT -5
Desirae would have said that she valued honesty, that she wouldn't want anyone to lie to her. But apparently the uneducated boy was quite intelligent indeed; those little lies that got people through the day were just as important to Desirae as they were to the next girl. And it wasn't just that she was simply acting to fit her gender because boys had big egos, too, and they liked to be praised in their own ways. Just. . .more intimate ways that validated relationships and such. Oh well, Desirae wasn't about to think about that. She would have went so red, it wouldn't have been funny. Oh, no, Desirae was used to blushing but it didn't get any easier to tolerate. She could have stopped it if she'd wanted to, it wasn't like an uncontrollable impulse, it was more like something that came so naturally that stopping it would be more hassle than it was worth. It was hard to find a time when Desirae wasn't blushing, which was unfortunate for her.
Desirae's face went brighter than it had previously. It was one thing for him to touch her chest and quite another for him to kiss her. No, as before, she wasn't fooled into thinking it was more than a simple gesture- it wasn't like he seemed to mean anything by it. That should have kept her from being embarrassed, and yet her cheeks told another story entirely. Oh, he was devious, wasn't he? He was probably just doing it so that he could laugh at her. And the bowing, wow. Suddenly she felt like she was the center of the world, as if the whole mall was staring at her. It felt like she had a zit or something! The feeling was not a good one, to say the least.
"I-i-it's nice to m-meet you, Lore,"Desirae stammered nervously. She didn't respond to him saying that he was the Prince of Theves nor to his last name. She felt a little better when he dropped her hand and straightened back up. That was better. When he said that he was from Xavier's, too, she was surprised. Though he'd whispered it, she responded in a louder voice.
"You go to Xavier's?."she questioned. She made no attempt to whisper, but her voice was quiet by nature so it could have been worse for him to say the least. Still, for her the idea was crazy. A thief at Xavier's? No way. There had to be rules, there had to be some sense to it. Such a dishonest person was on her side? Lore was full of surprises. |
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Post by Coldfire on Feb 13, 2010 8:02:45 GMT -5
verloren devereux
HE’LL BREAK YOUR HEART
he’s a good time cowboy casanova
leaning up against the record machine
he looks like a cool drink of water
but he’s candy coated misery [/color]
Despite knowing to probably wasn't a good idea, his smiled widened as she turned bright red. He couldn't help it. Sure, he had done the show simply because that was who he was, not to embarrass her or anything, but still. It was pretty amusing how easy to was to throw her off entirely.
That was gone the moment she heard him mention Xavier's, and he actually did laugh at her reaction to that. By this point, he had decided against the fake accent. He'd slipped up, both by accident and on purpose, already, so where was the point in pretending? He knew lots would mistake it for a British accent, anyway, and it would be wonderful to correct them.
Why, yes, I do. They may condone thievery, but, they don't know as far as I know, and don't take anything from them. Have thought about breaking into that Archangel Corporation at some point, though. Something strange about that place.
He would never admit it, but, truthfully, the place made him nervous. Very few places made him nervous. Jails, courthouses, and churches had been the only places he avoided like the plague until he came here. In truth, he would have attempted a break in sooner except for the fact he didn't have the guts to go it alone. He was pretty sure she wouldn't be the one to ask for help, though she might not hold it against him as much as others. He did have a reputation to uphold, although no one here knew about it quite yet.
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Post by Sinclair on Feb 13, 2010 17:50:02 GMT -5
Desirae didn't want to talk about her blushing, his bowing, or him kissing her hand so she simply pretended like it didn't happen. Her cheeks were slowly going back to their normal color, and she was relaxing again.
When he laughed, she smiled automatically, as though she didn't really know what he was laughing at, but didn't want to be left out. She really didn't care that much, she just didn't want to feel awkward. He saved her from having to speak when he spoke. His voice was back to that 'british' sounding one, but Desirae didn't show any real interest in the shift. Whatever it was that he wanted to do was fine with her, he wasn't hurting or annoying her at all.
"I would have thought you were an Archangel,"Desirae shrugged honestly.She knew that it wasn't something most people liked to hear, that they were better off on the other side, but thieves seemed to fit the profile of an archangel more than an X-Men. What could stealing something ever accomplish on the side of the X-Men? Being sneaky wasn't that great of a talent. And, another question, what did that make his power? She wasn't sure, he hadn't seemed to use it while she was around. He did have powers if he attended Xavier's, at least.
"I still don't understand what you intend on doing with what you stole,"Desirae added. He'd probably pawn it for the money, but she'd like to think it was something more interesting. |
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Post by Coldfire on Feb 13, 2010 19:01:29 GMT -5
verloren devereux
HE’LL BREAK YOUR HEART
he’s a good time cowboy casanova
leaning up against the record machine
he looks like a cool drink of water
but he’s candy coated misery [/color]
Her mention of the Corporation, however, made his smile fall for a moment. He didn't bother telling her why he refused to join them. He wasn't sure she'd even believe him. She'd already, obviously, pegged him as a bad guy. Usually whatever he said never made a difference to anyone's opinion anyway, and she was entitled to think what she wanted to think. He wouldn't fight her on that.
Then, the topic changed and he nearly sighed in relief, but instead just looked a little more at ease, as his smile flickered back. He preferred not to think on the Corporation unless he had to, especially imaging joining them. The thought truly disturbed him, something that was not easy to do at all.
Oh, this and that, really. Keep some, give a bit as presents probably, most of it will be going back home though.
He didn't mention who he was sending it to, or why. He was protective over that little bit of information, and she was not getting it out of him. His mind wandered for a minute, almost wishing he hadn't left Cardiff. But he just couldn't steal enough to support both him and Lyra. So, instead, he sent her what he could and got free board at Xavier's. Then, the cry of a baby somewhere nearby snapped him back to where he was in the moment, waiting for a reply, expecting a question about it.
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