Username + ID#: eldritch horror 759734
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TricksterChosen Prompt: How did they meet their lover?
Prompt Response:
(1059/1000)
“Excuse me, sorry-”
Trickster turned around as he felt a hand on his shoulder. He was face to face with a tall, skinny man. He had a vibrant emerald green eye, and the other was covered with an eye patch, so Tricky could only assume they were the same color. His hair was split in half, one side a dark raven black and the other side an off white. It fell down over his eyes and it gave him a shy look. His pale face was dotted with freckles, and his lips were thin. Tricky noted that his ears were pierced. It would be good to steal the jewelry from him.
His attire was odd to Trickster. It wasn’t anything it had really seen before. He dressed clean and neat, but something about his outfit told him that he was not in a position of superiority. That being said, Tricky was still thinking of ways to swindle something off of him.
The tall man’s hand floated away from Trickster’s shoulder and he stood back, straightening his stance. The shorter, scarred man gave him a skeptical look.
“Do- Do you know where I can buy some books?” He asked.
His voice was gentle and careful, almost as if he had thought out the words he was going to say and rehearsed them millions of times in his head. He looked… nervous. Tricky could tell he was tense. He had to make him lower his guard before he could steal something.
“Yeah, I know exactly where you can,” Tricky said with a snake-like smile. “Follow me.”
He quickly grabbed the taller man’s hand, and before he could protest from the unexpected action, Tricky began to pull him through the crowded marketplace. They weaved through customers, the taller man spitting out quick apologies to the people he kept bumping into. Finally, after what seemed like forever, Trickster brought him to a small, wine red tent.
“The name’s Tricky by the way,” It said. “Lovely to meet you.”
“Ah- Melchior,” The tall man said, nodding his head politely.
Tricky led him to a small but lavish looking room. It looked comfortable and… expensive. Many antiques and priceless items adorned the walls, along with old paintings that seemed slightly off. Tricky headed over to a lanky man who had draped himself over a couch. He practically blended in with the room. He looked like Trickster, but they weren’t blood related. Despite this, he was Trickster’s father. The two stuck together and loved each other, even if they were found family. He too had a pair of bulky horns on his head, though his weren’t scuffed like Tricky’s were, and they were adorned with gold and jewels. The man’s fingers were far from naked, gleaming with golden bands and precious gems that Melchior had never seen. Tricky leaned over and whispered something into the man’s ear. As the smaller spoke, the rich looking man turned his gaze towards Melchior.
“Books, eh?” He asked with a grin, cocking his eyebrow at the young man. “What kind of books? We’ve got plenty. Notebooks, planners, cookbooks, romance novels, classics, you name it!”
“I’m looking for a journal, sir,” Melchior told him. Tricky noticed how he fidgeted with his sleeves.
“Any color preference? Paper type? Lined?” The man sprung from up from his seat and strode over to a tall shelf that was packed with different types of books. He ran his fingers down the line of books neatly packed into the shelf and looked to Melchior.
“Um.. anything is okay,” He replied sheepishly. “As long as I can write in it.”
As the man entertained Melchior, Trickster slipped its hand into his bag. His fingers brushed against something cool and metal. It curled his fingers around it and slid it out slowly so that Melchior wouldn’t notice. Without even paying one look at the item, Trickster snuck it into his own pocket. It was something it had done flawlessly and effortlessly for years now. He reached in again and began to retrieve more things before it finally found itself with Melchior’s wallet. With a satisfied grin, Tricky stepped back. It felt an all too familiar acidic taste brew in its mouth when he stepped away. He felt something warm fill up his mouth and dribble out of the corners of its lips.
“Tricky clean up your drool, quit getting it all over the place!”
Trickster knew that his father could smell the goop immediately. It had such a distinct and acrid smell. It usually happened when he got nervous, and right now he was nervous. Melchior seemed smarter than the usual person he leeched off of. Tricky was worried that he would catch on.
Luckily for it, Melchior was too focused on purchasing a book and leaving as quickly as possible. Trickster watched from across the room as its father helped Melchior wrap up the journal he had picked out.
“And that comes to… ten coins!” He told Melchior, flashing him the same snake-like smile that Tricky had.
“Ten?” Melchior sounded in disbelief at the price. He sighed and reached into his bag only to discover that his wallet was missing.
“What’s wrong?”
“I-I can’t find my wallet,” Melchior said apologetically. “I swear I brought it with me, I’m so sorry sir-”
The tall boy set his bag down on the floor and began to rummage through it. His face grew increasingly more anxious as he realized his wallet was nowhere to be found. But something else was missing too, something important to him.
“I’m sorry- I’ll come back and purchase it another time, I’m so sorry for wasting your time-”
“Don’t worry about it kid,” The merchant shrugged and pushed the package towards Melchior. “On the house.”
As Melchior headed away from the tent, he was startled by someone’s touch. He turned around to see Trickster. The taller man frowned, confused on what he could possibly want from him right now.
“Is this yours?” Tricky held out his scarred hand to reveal a dented, broken bell. It no longer chimed and jingled, and it had been a long time since it shined.
“How did you find that?” Melchior gasped, grabbing it from its palm.
“You dropped it.”
Melchior watched as he turned away and jogged back to the tent. He wondered if they’d ever cross paths again.
Token Worth: 10 tokens
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