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Ever since the Children of Mnesmonye had arrived in the city of Athenia just a week prior, Zephyrus had sought out opportunities to leave at any given chance. They all shared the same outhouse which their producer had rented out for the performers to bunk in during the next two weeks they would be in the capital city, practicing and waiting for the Feast of Sinners. The travelling troupe of performers had been invited personally by the royal family to perform in the harvest festival celebrations, and both their director and producer had been understandably excited.
While the young performer had been excited to begin with, ever since his lover had left on his 'business' trip a day prior, he had been quite glum after their last interlude in Basilides's house before he left. Zephyrus never enjoyed it when his lover left - he knew what Bas was up to, and he never wanted that. Oh, he knew it was important to his lover, but that didn't mean he agreed with it. Sure, they could use more money, but Zephyrus couldn't help but think that surely there was other ways around their tight funds, and for all the plans Basilides had planned for them?
He had explored Athenia with great pleasure and pomp over the past few days but ever since the departure of his lover, Zephyrus now looked more glum and unassuming then his usual bright and cheery disposition. With hands in the pockets of his linen black pants, he wore a simple black shirt over the top, his curly mop of hair a mess from the many times Zephyr would run his hand through the locks. The afternoon was hot, a fact that had resulted in the young man pulling his sleeves up as he weaved his way listlessly through the people who thronged the market that late afternoon. Housewives buying the wares necessary to make the evening meal, nobles visiting merchants who had just returned from a long voyage with new items of interest - everyone had a reason for being there.
Not him, however. He was just here to distract himself. Quite a stark difference from the way he performed on stage, now in bright daylight without his apparatus to practice on, Zephyrus melded into the background as with everyone else, his head dipped to be kept out of view, his small body easily slipping around people. Occasionally, he would stop, eyes lingering on either some form of bread or other items, but they never stayed long, merely a pause in his long journey to not return back to his quarters where he would be reminded again, that whatever he had seemed to always be impermanent.
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Ever since the Children of Mnesmonye had arrived in the city of Athenia just a week prior, Zephyrus had sought out opportunities to leave at any given chance. They all shared the same outhouse which their producer had rented out for the performers to bunk in during the next two weeks they would be in the capital city, practicing and waiting for the Feast of Sinners. The travelling troupe of performers had been invited personally by the royal family to perform in the harvest festival celebrations, and both their director and producer had been understandably excited.
While the young performer had been excited to begin with, ever since his lover had left on his 'business' trip a day prior, he had been quite glum after their last interlude in Basilides's house before he left. Zephyrus never enjoyed it when his lover left - he knew what Bas was up to, and he never wanted that. Oh, he knew it was important to his lover, but that didn't mean he agreed with it. Sure, they could use more money, but Zephyrus couldn't help but think that surely there was other ways around their tight funds, and for all the plans Basilides had planned for them?
He had explored Athenia with great pleasure and pomp over the past few days but ever since the departure of his lover, Zephyrus now looked more glum and unassuming then his usual bright and cheery disposition. With hands in the pockets of his linen black pants, he wore a simple black shirt over the top, his curly mop of hair a mess from the many times Zephyr would run his hand through the locks. The afternoon was hot, a fact that had resulted in the young man pulling his sleeves up as he weaved his way listlessly through the people who thronged the market that late afternoon. Housewives buying the wares necessary to make the evening meal, nobles visiting merchants who had just returned from a long voyage with new items of interest - everyone had a reason for being there.
Not him, however. He was just here to distract himself. Quite a stark difference from the way he performed on stage, now in bright daylight without his apparatus to practice on, Zephyrus melded into the background as with everyone else, his head dipped to be kept out of view, his small body easily slipping around people. Occasionally, he would stop, eyes lingering on either some form of bread or other items, but they never stayed long, merely a pause in his long journey to not return back to his quarters where he would be reminded again, that whatever he had seemed to always be impermanent.
Ever since the Children of Mnesmonye had arrived in the city of Athenia just a week prior, Zephyrus had sought out opportunities to leave at any given chance. They all shared the same outhouse which their producer had rented out for the performers to bunk in during the next two weeks they would be in the capital city, practicing and waiting for the Feast of Sinners. The travelling troupe of performers had been invited personally by the royal family to perform in the harvest festival celebrations, and both their director and producer had been understandably excited.
While the young performer had been excited to begin with, ever since his lover had left on his 'business' trip a day prior, he had been quite glum after their last interlude in Basilides's house before he left. Zephyrus never enjoyed it when his lover left - he knew what Bas was up to, and he never wanted that. Oh, he knew it was important to his lover, but that didn't mean he agreed with it. Sure, they could use more money, but Zephyrus couldn't help but think that surely there was other ways around their tight funds, and for all the plans Basilides had planned for them?
He had explored Athenia with great pleasure and pomp over the past few days but ever since the departure of his lover, Zephyrus now looked more glum and unassuming then his usual bright and cheery disposition. With hands in the pockets of his linen black pants, he wore a simple black shirt over the top, his curly mop of hair a mess from the many times Zephyr would run his hand through the locks. The afternoon was hot, a fact that had resulted in the young man pulling his sleeves up as he weaved his way listlessly through the people who thronged the market that late afternoon. Housewives buying the wares necessary to make the evening meal, nobles visiting merchants who had just returned from a long voyage with new items of interest - everyone had a reason for being there.
Not him, however. He was just here to distract himself. Quite a stark difference from the way he performed on stage, now in bright daylight without his apparatus to practice on, Zephyrus melded into the background as with everyone else, his head dipped to be kept out of view, his small body easily slipping around people. Occasionally, he would stop, eyes lingering on either some form of bread or other items, but they never stayed long, merely a pause in his long journey to not return back to his quarters where he would be reminded again, that whatever he had seemed to always be impermanent.
As much as she enjoyed the luxury and comfort the Stravos name provided her, Danae didn’t appreciate being cooped up inside the manor for extended periods of time like her family expected. She was a lady of the court now, she was expected to keep her public appearances limited. However, what her family didn’t know wouldn’t kill them right?
When Apollo crossed over the sky and signaled the end of the morning, while the rest of her family had been otherwise occupied with one thing or another, the youngest Stravos had put on a rather plain looking green chiton and summoned her two bodyguards, fully intending on spending the afternoon wandering the marketplace. Why? She didn’t have a reason in particular beyond her usual explanation that it would spare her the agony of being stuck inside with her mother and Chara for the remainder of the day.
So, once she arrived, she explored the stalls and the various wares for sale with no goal in mind… Until she noticed him.
A thin lanky boy with a dark mop of curls grabbed her attention from a few stalls away. Although other eyes seemed to pass over the boy, Danae couldn’t tear her eyes away from him. If Chara had been here or maybe even Elias, perhaps they may have teased her, claiming that her frequent glances at the boy were some sort of crush blooming within her. It would certainly seem that way to anyone who was paying attention to her and yet, didn’t know who she was. No, she didn’t care and she never would care for such a fickle thing as love. Besides, even if this was the case she would drop herself so love as pine after a street urchin like him.
No, instead she stared because she saw a use in him.
She had become fairly good at this little game of hers, selecting her proxies that is. Danae now made a point to watch out for the thin ones who stopped at the stalls lined with food but never made a move for their pockets. The ones who lingered on the edges only seen by those who would never give them another thought. There were certain people with a sort of wild look in their eyes, desperate enough to do anything if it meant they could survive for another day. Old enough to listen to instructions, but young enough to easily be manipulated by the young noblewoman. This is what she searched for when she sought out a new recruit.
This boy appeared to be just the perfect fit.
Danae hadn’t come to the market in search of a new proxy, but that didn’t mean she was going to pass up the opportunity when it was presented to her. Catching the attention of her bodyguards, with a simple wave of her hand, she instructed them to give her some space and all without a single word exchanged, they listened. They knew what she was doing. After all, these men were the ones who were often dispatched to clean up the disloyal minions before they could become a liability to her. Danae’s father would be furious if he knew that his daughter was putting herself at such risk, but frankly, she didn’t care. She didn’t want the boy to be frightened and being approached by a stern-faced noblewoman being followed by two large, burly men would do just that. Besides, it wasn’t like she was completely unguarded now. They were just fulfilling the highest expectation she had for her proxies, blend into a crowd and do not let yourself be seen.
With her appearance no longer as intimidating, she forced a well-rehearsed smile onto her face as she walked over to the boy at one of the market stalls. This one was overflowing with pastries and other baked goods. Ignoring the boy at first, she turned her attention to the seller, selected a more expensive loaf, and handed over the necessary coins needed for its purchase. To her this seemed like pocket change, but who knew how what it would seem like to this boy if her hunch was correct?
Instead of walking away like many others would have done at this point, she promptly turned on her heels and held the loaf out to the boy. “Here,” She said with a bit of instance hiding underneath the sweet charm she presented, almost as if she was some stupid girl with a bleeding heart, “Take it, you look like you need it.”
This was the first test to see if he was an ideal proxy. If he took it and ran off or refused it, she would know he was a lost cause. But if he stayed and more importantly inquired about how to repay her, that would be the sign she needed to see that he was worth pursuing.
The game was afoot. She had already made her decision, now it was time for him to chose his fate.
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As much as she enjoyed the luxury and comfort the Stravos name provided her, Danae didn’t appreciate being cooped up inside the manor for extended periods of time like her family expected. She was a lady of the court now, she was expected to keep her public appearances limited. However, what her family didn’t know wouldn’t kill them right?
When Apollo crossed over the sky and signaled the end of the morning, while the rest of her family had been otherwise occupied with one thing or another, the youngest Stravos had put on a rather plain looking green chiton and summoned her two bodyguards, fully intending on spending the afternoon wandering the marketplace. Why? She didn’t have a reason in particular beyond her usual explanation that it would spare her the agony of being stuck inside with her mother and Chara for the remainder of the day.
So, once she arrived, she explored the stalls and the various wares for sale with no goal in mind… Until she noticed him.
A thin lanky boy with a dark mop of curls grabbed her attention from a few stalls away. Although other eyes seemed to pass over the boy, Danae couldn’t tear her eyes away from him. If Chara had been here or maybe even Elias, perhaps they may have teased her, claiming that her frequent glances at the boy were some sort of crush blooming within her. It would certainly seem that way to anyone who was paying attention to her and yet, didn’t know who she was. No, she didn’t care and she never would care for such a fickle thing as love. Besides, even if this was the case she would drop herself so love as pine after a street urchin like him.
No, instead she stared because she saw a use in him.
She had become fairly good at this little game of hers, selecting her proxies that is. Danae now made a point to watch out for the thin ones who stopped at the stalls lined with food but never made a move for their pockets. The ones who lingered on the edges only seen by those who would never give them another thought. There were certain people with a sort of wild look in their eyes, desperate enough to do anything if it meant they could survive for another day. Old enough to listen to instructions, but young enough to easily be manipulated by the young noblewoman. This is what she searched for when she sought out a new recruit.
This boy appeared to be just the perfect fit.
Danae hadn’t come to the market in search of a new proxy, but that didn’t mean she was going to pass up the opportunity when it was presented to her. Catching the attention of her bodyguards, with a simple wave of her hand, she instructed them to give her some space and all without a single word exchanged, they listened. They knew what she was doing. After all, these men were the ones who were often dispatched to clean up the disloyal minions before they could become a liability to her. Danae’s father would be furious if he knew that his daughter was putting herself at such risk, but frankly, she didn’t care. She didn’t want the boy to be frightened and being approached by a stern-faced noblewoman being followed by two large, burly men would do just that. Besides, it wasn’t like she was completely unguarded now. They were just fulfilling the highest expectation she had for her proxies, blend into a crowd and do not let yourself be seen.
With her appearance no longer as intimidating, she forced a well-rehearsed smile onto her face as she walked over to the boy at one of the market stalls. This one was overflowing with pastries and other baked goods. Ignoring the boy at first, she turned her attention to the seller, selected a more expensive loaf, and handed over the necessary coins needed for its purchase. To her this seemed like pocket change, but who knew how what it would seem like to this boy if her hunch was correct?
Instead of walking away like many others would have done at this point, she promptly turned on her heels and held the loaf out to the boy. “Here,” She said with a bit of instance hiding underneath the sweet charm she presented, almost as if she was some stupid girl with a bleeding heart, “Take it, you look like you need it.”
This was the first test to see if he was an ideal proxy. If he took it and ran off or refused it, she would know he was a lost cause. But if he stayed and more importantly inquired about how to repay her, that would be the sign she needed to see that he was worth pursuing.
The game was afoot. She had already made her decision, now it was time for him to chose his fate.
As much as she enjoyed the luxury and comfort the Stravos name provided her, Danae didn’t appreciate being cooped up inside the manor for extended periods of time like her family expected. She was a lady of the court now, she was expected to keep her public appearances limited. However, what her family didn’t know wouldn’t kill them right?
When Apollo crossed over the sky and signaled the end of the morning, while the rest of her family had been otherwise occupied with one thing or another, the youngest Stravos had put on a rather plain looking green chiton and summoned her two bodyguards, fully intending on spending the afternoon wandering the marketplace. Why? She didn’t have a reason in particular beyond her usual explanation that it would spare her the agony of being stuck inside with her mother and Chara for the remainder of the day.
So, once she arrived, she explored the stalls and the various wares for sale with no goal in mind… Until she noticed him.
A thin lanky boy with a dark mop of curls grabbed her attention from a few stalls away. Although other eyes seemed to pass over the boy, Danae couldn’t tear her eyes away from him. If Chara had been here or maybe even Elias, perhaps they may have teased her, claiming that her frequent glances at the boy were some sort of crush blooming within her. It would certainly seem that way to anyone who was paying attention to her and yet, didn’t know who she was. No, she didn’t care and she never would care for such a fickle thing as love. Besides, even if this was the case she would drop herself so love as pine after a street urchin like him.
No, instead she stared because she saw a use in him.
She had become fairly good at this little game of hers, selecting her proxies that is. Danae now made a point to watch out for the thin ones who stopped at the stalls lined with food but never made a move for their pockets. The ones who lingered on the edges only seen by those who would never give them another thought. There were certain people with a sort of wild look in their eyes, desperate enough to do anything if it meant they could survive for another day. Old enough to listen to instructions, but young enough to easily be manipulated by the young noblewoman. This is what she searched for when she sought out a new recruit.
This boy appeared to be just the perfect fit.
Danae hadn’t come to the market in search of a new proxy, but that didn’t mean she was going to pass up the opportunity when it was presented to her. Catching the attention of her bodyguards, with a simple wave of her hand, she instructed them to give her some space and all without a single word exchanged, they listened. They knew what she was doing. After all, these men were the ones who were often dispatched to clean up the disloyal minions before they could become a liability to her. Danae’s father would be furious if he knew that his daughter was putting herself at such risk, but frankly, she didn’t care. She didn’t want the boy to be frightened and being approached by a stern-faced noblewoman being followed by two large, burly men would do just that. Besides, it wasn’t like she was completely unguarded now. They were just fulfilling the highest expectation she had for her proxies, blend into a crowd and do not let yourself be seen.
With her appearance no longer as intimidating, she forced a well-rehearsed smile onto her face as she walked over to the boy at one of the market stalls. This one was overflowing with pastries and other baked goods. Ignoring the boy at first, she turned her attention to the seller, selected a more expensive loaf, and handed over the necessary coins needed for its purchase. To her this seemed like pocket change, but who knew how what it would seem like to this boy if her hunch was correct?
Instead of walking away like many others would have done at this point, she promptly turned on her heels and held the loaf out to the boy. “Here,” She said with a bit of instance hiding underneath the sweet charm she presented, almost as if she was some stupid girl with a bleeding heart, “Take it, you look like you need it.”
This was the first test to see if he was an ideal proxy. If he took it and ran off or refused it, she would know he was a lost cause. But if he stayed and more importantly inquired about how to repay her, that would be the sign she needed to see that he was worth pursuing.
The game was afoot. She had already made her decision, now it was time for him to chose his fate.
He was always restless whenever his lover was not around - because he knew what Basilides was doing. His lover, who was also the producer to his performing troupe, often visited the patrons to the troupe to garner more financial support and attention. For with no attention, how would performers flourish and gain the coin they need for their daily necessities? Garnering their favor was no easy task however, and Zephyrus knew for he knew very well what Basilides did to 'gain their favor'.
And they were acts he did not agree with at all.
Zephyrus tried to help, he really did. He's offered many times to take on some patrons so Basilides did not have to handle as many - but the elder male was firmly against the notion. He was protective, an endearing feature that the younger male enjoyed, but would get annoyingly frustrating in such instances.
Yet that did not mean that what his lover did not know wouldn't hurt him. The whole time his thoughts wound round and round in their own turmoil, he barely noticed the people milling around him. The lanky male had ended up leaning on a nearby wall, his clear eyes perusing the area and the stalls with no particular thought as to what was going around. It wasn't till a soft voice piped up, did he turn around, hands still in pockets. His eyes registered surprise when he saw a pretty young girl, definitely younger then he was. Zephyrus frowned, his brows furrowing as he took a closer look at her fine features, her plain chiton not at all doing a thing to deflect her fine upbringing - well, finer then the upbringing Zephyrus had got anyway.
His gaze flickered down, as if studying the loaf of bread she had extended to him, and then back to her. Zephyrus blinked. He wasn't exactly hungry per say... but the scent of the freshly baked loaf was enticing, that much he would not lie. It wasn't as if he couldn't afford it, just that he had forgotten to grab his pouch of coins out with him - plus his earnings were meager. With so many within the troupe to split between, they were not exactly rolling in riches.
Gingerly, Zephyrus took the loaf, offering a hesitant smile to the sweet looking girl, a brief glimpse of his usual cheery disposition looking through again before he asked, "I don't exactly need it right now... but thank you." he tore a hunk of the bread out with his other hand, popping it in his mouth before asking. "Could I return the favor, young miss? The markets hold many secrets. Or perhaps... you'd like a private view of the performances slated to be held for the Feast of Sinners thrown by the royal family at the end of the week?"
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He was always restless whenever his lover was not around - because he knew what Basilides was doing. His lover, who was also the producer to his performing troupe, often visited the patrons to the troupe to garner more financial support and attention. For with no attention, how would performers flourish and gain the coin they need for their daily necessities? Garnering their favor was no easy task however, and Zephyrus knew for he knew very well what Basilides did to 'gain their favor'.
And they were acts he did not agree with at all.
Zephyrus tried to help, he really did. He's offered many times to take on some patrons so Basilides did not have to handle as many - but the elder male was firmly against the notion. He was protective, an endearing feature that the younger male enjoyed, but would get annoyingly frustrating in such instances.
Yet that did not mean that what his lover did not know wouldn't hurt him. The whole time his thoughts wound round and round in their own turmoil, he barely noticed the people milling around him. The lanky male had ended up leaning on a nearby wall, his clear eyes perusing the area and the stalls with no particular thought as to what was going around. It wasn't till a soft voice piped up, did he turn around, hands still in pockets. His eyes registered surprise when he saw a pretty young girl, definitely younger then he was. Zephyrus frowned, his brows furrowing as he took a closer look at her fine features, her plain chiton not at all doing a thing to deflect her fine upbringing - well, finer then the upbringing Zephyrus had got anyway.
His gaze flickered down, as if studying the loaf of bread she had extended to him, and then back to her. Zephyrus blinked. He wasn't exactly hungry per say... but the scent of the freshly baked loaf was enticing, that much he would not lie. It wasn't as if he couldn't afford it, just that he had forgotten to grab his pouch of coins out with him - plus his earnings were meager. With so many within the troupe to split between, they were not exactly rolling in riches.
Gingerly, Zephyrus took the loaf, offering a hesitant smile to the sweet looking girl, a brief glimpse of his usual cheery disposition looking through again before he asked, "I don't exactly need it right now... but thank you." he tore a hunk of the bread out with his other hand, popping it in his mouth before asking. "Could I return the favor, young miss? The markets hold many secrets. Or perhaps... you'd like a private view of the performances slated to be held for the Feast of Sinners thrown by the royal family at the end of the week?"
He was always restless whenever his lover was not around - because he knew what Basilides was doing. His lover, who was also the producer to his performing troupe, often visited the patrons to the troupe to garner more financial support and attention. For with no attention, how would performers flourish and gain the coin they need for their daily necessities? Garnering their favor was no easy task however, and Zephyrus knew for he knew very well what Basilides did to 'gain their favor'.
And they were acts he did not agree with at all.
Zephyrus tried to help, he really did. He's offered many times to take on some patrons so Basilides did not have to handle as many - but the elder male was firmly against the notion. He was protective, an endearing feature that the younger male enjoyed, but would get annoyingly frustrating in such instances.
Yet that did not mean that what his lover did not know wouldn't hurt him. The whole time his thoughts wound round and round in their own turmoil, he barely noticed the people milling around him. The lanky male had ended up leaning on a nearby wall, his clear eyes perusing the area and the stalls with no particular thought as to what was going around. It wasn't till a soft voice piped up, did he turn around, hands still in pockets. His eyes registered surprise when he saw a pretty young girl, definitely younger then he was. Zephyrus frowned, his brows furrowing as he took a closer look at her fine features, her plain chiton not at all doing a thing to deflect her fine upbringing - well, finer then the upbringing Zephyrus had got anyway.
His gaze flickered down, as if studying the loaf of bread she had extended to him, and then back to her. Zephyrus blinked. He wasn't exactly hungry per say... but the scent of the freshly baked loaf was enticing, that much he would not lie. It wasn't as if he couldn't afford it, just that he had forgotten to grab his pouch of coins out with him - plus his earnings were meager. With so many within the troupe to split between, they were not exactly rolling in riches.
Gingerly, Zephyrus took the loaf, offering a hesitant smile to the sweet looking girl, a brief glimpse of his usual cheery disposition looking through again before he asked, "I don't exactly need it right now... but thank you." he tore a hunk of the bread out with his other hand, popping it in his mouth before asking. "Could I return the favor, young miss? The markets hold many secrets. Or perhaps... you'd like a private view of the performances slated to be held for the Feast of Sinners thrown by the royal family at the end of the week?"
