such a fugitive, you could've tricked anyone
Torchline had become a favorite for the fae boy, he spent an equal amount time there than back home in the Greatwood. He'd spent so much time in the seaside region that his hoard of stolen goodies was going to soon outgrow the Sen house. Now that he was technically an adult he could get his own place, be more independent... But did he want to do that? Or just continue stealing and being immature, a roguish kid with an eye for treasure.
Yes, that sounds more accurate. A hOUSE? Keyes? He'd sooner sleep in a box than have to worry about doors and windows and whatever other shit his siblings worried about for him. And so he was once again in Torchline today, further down the coast and at a port, admiring the ships and wondering what was inside. Hyperion curled around his neck like a shoal, a sorrel creature playing dead and looking for loot.
Zephyr
Yes, that sounds more accurate. A hOUSE? Keyes? He'd sooner sleep in a box than have to worry about doors and windows and whatever other shit his siblings worried about for him. And so he was once again in Torchline today, further down the coast and at a port, admiring the ships and wondering what was inside. Hyperion curled around his neck like a shoal, a sorrel creature playing dead and looking for loot.
Zephyr
houdini love,
you don't know what you're running away from
you don't know what you're running away from
KEYES
