haute adore

" unfortunately for everybody i will keep doing whatever the fuck i want "

After parting ways with Oriana, he had set his sights on places he had yet to visit again since he had been behind bars. The gracious lord Vylasar had bailed him out, but after that he had been taken directly to the underwater city, where he had to study and learn how to become a proper member of the family. Of course, Raeghan was a great liar and even better performer, so it had been no issue to uphold a certain degree of fake nobility he had heard from in his mother's story. They ate it right up and he had been able to mix in fine. Sure, some of them wouldn't allow him to mix in that easily, but the elders, the ones in charge, they believed it. They saw potential. They had allowed him to ask the redheads hand in marriage. They had shown him trust and even though most of his intend was false, this one was perhaps littered with more truth then he even thought of himself. Perhaps it was a certain fiery personality that kept him in line, who knew.

Still, now on the loose, outside of the supervision of the guards of the castle and the ever prying eyes of the other Vylasars, he had found himself back to a market he and his sister would often stare at. The place wasn't for them back in the day, as one single product was worth more than their entire lives. But that had been before they knew who they were and what their blood was worth. Now, things had changed, and where he and Raelyn had to endure filthy glares and insults day in and out, he could now proudly lift his chin up to these men. A grin spreading from ear to ear made it clear that the tall man really knew who he was and what his worth was. The judgemental side eyes and soft whispers of his past a near silent backdrop that he easily turned a blind eye to. He was a liar, a thief and if life would ever demand it again, a murderer as well. But he didn't care. He had done what he had to do to survive, it was only fair, wasn't it?

He stopped by quite the expensive looking dresses, tilting his head and lifting his hand. He browsed through the items, slowly turning his gaze ever so slightly as he saw the seller tense up. Most of these people knew who he was, he had terrorized these streets for over 15 years, after all. The filthy whoreson with a demon by it's side. Him and his sister had been the perfect duo to raid these streets. Where he had been the face of their little stunts and tricks, Rae had always been the one to do the actual work, using her agility and small frame to get around. Her quick hands together with the little squirrel she had, had been a perfect combination when it came to thieving. The twins had been so different and yet, they completed one another so well. His gaze softened a bit thinking about it. He really did miss her... But he knew, wherever she was, she would be fine. She was a survivor after all, just like him and their mom.

He looked beside him as an elven lady approached him. She spoke to him, speaking of the dress he was looking at. He blinked slowly, before that grin came back on his lips. "You would be surprised how many of these would suit me, darling," he said playfully, catching her playful wink and intentions almost in an instant. He didn't really recognize her, but seeing as she browsing these wares and also by the way she was dressed and carrying herself, he already knew she was of high standing. "But, personally, I think less is more," he said, tilting his head as he let his eyes go over some dresses. His eye eventually fell upon a very risky looking one. A deep cut in front and with quite the reveal on one side for a leg. He took it out and let his eyes go back to her. "A piece of art can get drowned out by too much colour as well," the corner of his mouth turned up as his eyes darted to the vendor. He was visibly getting tensed up by Raeghan grabbing an actual item. He had to hold back his laughter.