#♤ flynn thread

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where: stefan's palace | when: during the ball | whom: open to all

Flynn can't really help himself from at least keeping up his thieving skills. He always returns what he steals before the end of the night and without being noticed. These balls can just get so tedious, which he never thought he'd think.

He slips a bejeweled bracelet from a lady's wrist, charming her with a smile and then walks away. He only gets a few steps away when he feels a hand on his shoulder.

Fuck.

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where: bed chambers at stefan's palace | when: afternoon | whom: @faerietaeleds Ray

Flynn drops the bag onto the bed and begins to unpack it.

"Alright, blondie," he calls. "Did you want to bathe before getting changed for the ball, or are you still rosy from this morning?"

He chuckles as he starts placing clothes into the drawer dresser. He's more than happy to do the necessities so Ray can explore to his heart's content. It is, after all, Ray's first diplomatic mission and in a new realm no less.

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Flynn faces the odd but attractive man with hands raised.

"Oh now, that's not necessary," he says, flashing his dazzling smile. "I was going to give it back soon enough. Just practicing. Surely, that doesn't warrant mice or crows?"

Seeing the magic the man demonstrates has him a little on edge, but if he stays calm, he's sure he can get out of this without issue.

Merlin loves parties. Festivals, holidays, gatherings. People enjoying themselves despite the fundamental meaningless of their lives and impending death. It's a nice distraction. So of course Merlin made his way into King Stefan's palace. Drinking a boba he got on the way, he lurks and watches people. A simple camouflage spell keeps him out of sight. But he drops it when he sees a man takes a bracelet off of a poor lady with a sleight of hand. Grinning, Merlin steps out of the shadow.

"Tsk, tsk, naughty naughty. Neat trick, but naughty nevertheless." He teases, walking up to the thief. "So, do you prefer a mouse or a crow?" His question is abrupt, and suddenly there is a plain wooden staff in his hand. "As a teacher, mentor and guru, I think I oughta teach you a lesson, probably?" He is joking, mostly. But it wouldn't be the first time he polymorphed someone as a joke.

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Flynn looks to the lifted jewelry and doesn't even bother checking the pocket he'd slid it in. Instead, he puts on his best smile.

"Well, I suppose I'm a little rusty," he admits, "but considering she still hasn't noticed, I'd say it's still a win."

He faces the man and wags his eyebrows in a challenge.

"Question is, can you get it back without her noticing?"

"   you know, for a pickpocket, you have a very terrible lift technique.   "           florian says with a raised eyebrow and knowing smile. in his hands now was the very bracelet the other man had tried to steal, which glittered in gold and crimson as it was hit by the moonlight.

it was some of the many benefits of being with a prince on the run-- developing skills one would think a royal will never need. like being a little too watchful of his surroundings, and fingers quicker than the best thief.    "   so, tell me, is this your first time or are you just really, really, rusty?   "