Shiro had chosen the house earlier in the day,
deciding it would be his first stop for his little job. Bedlams were
probably his favourites to receive, because it left him with freedom
of targets. Of course, the blond knew to watch out for the marks that
warned him off, but that never stopped him from finding the people
and places to steal from.
He would do any jobs given, because the guild had
offered him a safe place even if they didn’t know. But he would
feel a little happy when he could rob the high class citizens that
made him want to raise a storm.
The young Breton, or so he appeared, peered down from
the roof, little smirk on his face as he blended with the shadows,
unseen. Few would think of looking up, and Shiro had long trained in
the art of being out of sight, of making almost to no sounds. It
wasn’t just becoming a thief, as the very reason Brynjolf had
noticed him was how Shiro had easily blended in the crowd.
It had been vital for Shiro, after all.
Once satisfied with the quiet street below, the
guards far enough, Shiro scaled down the wall. He dropped silently on
his target ledge, and worked on picking open the window. It wasn’t
too hard and soon the male slipped inside.
Heterochromatic eyes swept around the room, and he
froze. There was someone here. It wasn’t the noble, and he had not
expected someone else. His cloak his feature well, without forgetting
that he stood in shadows; but the fact remained that he had been
Because Shiro could tell the person’s eyes were
open when they met with his own blue and green.
It took Shiro a few seconds before he also noticed
the pointed ears, head tilting to the side. He couldn’t quite guess
which kind of Mer they were, but it felt strange to see them in this
house. Then it occured to him that, in his crouch, his twin daggers
Shiro lifted a single hand, open and palm toward the
Mer in a gesture almost meant to soothe. Part of Shiro didn’t want
to scare them, he was a thief, and he was here for good, not for
people. And part of Shiro hoped they weren’t about to scream, or
Mercer wouldn’t be too happy if he got caught,
though he had not intent to be. Just like he had no intent to fight.