Thread: Always a thief(lady/moon)

James was a bit discomfit. it wasn't often that he had dreams of what happened in the past. he hated it when dreams got real like that. dreams where he could feel the touch of cold metal and the taste of power on his tongue and the nearly sexual thrill of breaking into harder and more challenging locations. it was a high he would never get tired of, breaking into places and taking all their precious things. screw houses, he was on to museums and high end manors. banks and private collections. stealing, it made him alive. then the next dream, the woman. she smelled of flowers and fresh grass. wild things, green things, growing life filled scents that made his head spin. For a moment he honestly thought he was awake and she was there. There for him to touch, her skin so pale and soft as cold as ice like the dreams he often had where. her pleads for help made him shudder, his entire body wracking with shock at the sound of his phone, blinking stupidly at his ceiling for a moment. You would think a world class thief like him would have a world class home but he hated the look and feel of 'rich'. he liked to take their things, that didn't mean he wanted to live like them. instead he lived in an apartment. a crappy one. he lived on the fourth floor of an old brick building with the original paint faded on the outside and peeling wallpaper and water stained insides. the entire place smelled faintly of mildew at all times but it was up to all health codes and he kind of liked the smell and the feeling of growing things in the walls always made him feel safe and content even if it was always damp and cool in his apartment. not that he minded that either, he liked it cool and if he got cold he could just throw on a sweater. what was he going to o if it got too hot? tear off his skin? with the brick building the temperature stayed a pretty constant temperature thank goodness. he groaned as he realized his phone was going off again and he snagged it with a flailing arm and flipped it open. he liked the flip phones more than those smart things, for one thing his was a tank. he'd dropped this thing from the fourth floor once and it had been just fine. you couldn't drop those smart phone things onto a table without knocking them around irreparably. he had to blink a few times before the words registered and he swallowed thickly at the sound of his brothers voice. that wasn't good. no, not good at all. Alex? What the hell it's... oh. never mind, it's daytime. James said, checking his clock, the 1028 glowing at him in an almost mocking manner. he loved his blackout curtains. in his defense he'd been up all night stealing... well, maybe that wasn't the best excuse. he'd been up all night saving kittens from trees. yeah that sounded better. then what Alex said really soaked in. The Favor? now? after all these years? whats wrong? He asked, a bit worried now about how frantic James was. i'll be there in an hour okay? i need to see if i have a clean set of clothes. he wasn't the best house keeper to be honest and he could use a shower and a good shave. he was looking very hobo at the moment. oh, that wasn't the polite thing to say was it? ah well, it was his head, he could think what he wanted wasn't like anyone else was going to be reading his thoughts.