✧ same target

[quicksilverwings]

[That had been... an interesting job.

Somehow, Ciar--Wing to his teammates and clients--hadn't anticipated other people going after one of their marks, but that sure is what happened. Now, Ciar can't personally say he minds. They were tackling it from different angles, and now he can't help but think that it was even more effective.

... And maybe he dragged along the mark a little more for the sake of showing off to that handsome (and clearly adorably smitten) blond.

(He still got the desired results, it was fine.)

Speaking of that aforementioned handsome blond, though, Ciar's on a mission today, to track that man down, wherever in the city he might be. He wanted to see that guy again anyway, and he has a question.]

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[quicksilverwings]

Wonderful~

[He sighs and shakes his head though.]

Voclain thinks he's smarter and a lot more clever than he is, so at least we'll probably have advance warning if he does start trying to pull something.

[Still... what a pain.]

Well, no use dwelling on that now, right?

[destinetmalediction]

Agreed. What desserts are there--?

[quicksilverwings]

[Ciar peers back over at the spread.]

Mini cinnamon rolls and a few lava cakes, looks like. There's also more fruit around here, and vanilla ice cream, if the rest doesn't appeal.

[destinetmalediction]

Ooh, lava cake with vanilla ice cream is always good...

[quicksilverwings]

I'll get the ice cream, then.

[It's a good night, even if Ciar has to endure so much teasing from the rest of the team once Hugo's no longer in earshot.

A few days later, Sabine Tasse has gone down in a spectacular fashion thanks to the help from Hugo, and Ciar, for one, couldn't be more pleased.

They're back at the bar to celebrate a job well done--or at least Ciar and Hugo are. Everyone else has given some excuse or another as to why they couldn't linger for long, whether it's handling the financial loose ends or simply needing rest (okay, Ciar could actually buy that one being legit. Poor Alix).

Ciar just chuckles as he slides over a proper Negroni.]

You know, I have to admit, I think that was the most fun I've had on a job for a while.

[destinetmalediction]

[Hugo is exhausted, but also exhilarated. He takes the drink and takes a sip with a smile.]

It certainly was for me. It's been a while since I didn't have to plan a heist.

[quicksilverwings]

I don't think we could've pulled that off without you.

[As he takes a seat next to Hugo with his own drink. He takes a sip, then chuckles.]

Honestly, if you weren't already doing your own thing, I'd ask if you'd like to join up with us proper.

[destinetmalediction]

Doing what? I am, primarily, a thief, after all.

[quicksilverwings]

You made a damn good face in that job, and you were a huge help when things nearly went sideways for Ange.

[... And while Ange is good, Ciar can't deny that she could learn a lot from Hugo.]

[destinetmalediction]

She very nearly had it, but unfortunately most newer thieves don't know quite what to do when faced with an old-fashioned lock you can pick with a bobby pin and not a fancy electric lock.

[And being stymied by that naturally caused the almost-disaster.]

She's fairly good at being sneaky, but no panache.

[quicksilverwings]

Yeah. Locks have been a work in progress for a while for her... but she was basically starting from nothing there, so it's to be expected.

[destinetmalediction]

Really? Completely new to it all?

[quicksilverwings]

Mhm. She was a pickpocket first. The rest of us have been working on teaching her stuff since she joined up.

[destinetmalediction]

...well, I can at least help with that, even if I don't know about signing on full time with your crew.

[quicksilverwings]

That'd be helpful, thank you.

[He lets his head rest on one hand and he smiles.]

If you want to join in on a few more jobs without signing on full time, you'd be welcome to, too. [A beat.] ... I'll admit, though, the offer might've been a little bit of an excuse to spend more time with you.

[destinetmalediction]

[Hugo smiles, leaning in a little.]

You don't have to make an offer for that, you know. You just need to ask~

[quicksilverwings]

Yeah?

[Ciar grins a little, leaning in himself.]

Then... how about we go out for dinner sometime?

[destinetmalediction]

I'd love that, I think. In a week or two?

[quicksilverwings]

That sounds wonderful. I'll look forward to it.

[destinetmalediction]

[And a couple of weeks later, they're walking out of the very nice little Italian bistro. Hugo takes another breath of the roses that Ciar brought him.]

They're really gorgeous, Ciar.

[quicksilverwings]

I'm glad you like them.

[He was a little worried they might be a bit much, so he's glad those worries were unfounded.]

So... would you like to walk around for a while? See where the night takes us?

[destinetmalediction]

I think so, yes.

[Ciar, Hugo himself is So Much. The roses are perfect.]

Lead on.

[quicksilverwings]

[Listen, you can never quite know where someone's Lines are--

Ciar just smiles and starts walking... his hand does brush against Hugo's as they walk, though it's not entirely intentional.]

[destinetmalediction]

[Hugo brushes back. He doesn't take Ciar's hand, but he isn't afraid of it.]

This has been a lovely night so far, Ciar.

[quicksilverwings]

[... In that case, he'll go ahead and properly take Hugo's hand.]

It really has. Thank you for coming out here with me tonight, Hugo.