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Months had gone by without a single trace, causing Silas to wonder if the object existed in the first place. Rumors and hanging onto belief that his client was right in her pursuit grew difficult, but Safiye insisted on his continued search. The cubi listened without attaching too much thought. It was never any of his business why certain items needed to be obtained and simply accepted that if it wasn’t him, it would be someone else. Which led him down a path that he hadn’t quite expected this time and talking to individuals from many different walks of life. Originally the necklace was traced back to Gascony, a region in France that was ruled by the English Crown during the 14th century. Once the witch trials had started, however, many of the possessions in the area were lost or obliterated. Finding anything during that period of destruction was next to impossible, but not completely. “Hey, it’s Silas at Knick Knack. I think I found it,” he stated calmly on her voicemail as charcoal hues continued to examine the detail of the brass and condition of its embedded stones. It was as if it was brand new, glass still in perfect condition and hung by the original chain. Though the cubi knew after over fifty years of experience that items like this are not always what they seem.

@safiyebasak​

This didn’t exist when I was a kid. I didn’t get to see Glenn. I didn’t get to see a fully formed Asian-American person on my television, where you could say, “That dude just belongs here.” Kids, growing up now, can see this show and see a face that they recognize. And go, “Oh my god. That’s my face too.

waeteeth‌:

“Sorry ‘boot that, probably didnae hear the notification over the noise.” Alright, game on, he wasn’t going to have to fend anyone off. Granted, he supposed he could always just take her out around the alley outside for a bite, she wouldn’t have needed much persuading with how she’d been borderline clinging to him. Jamie had some faith in this stranger to be interesting enough to make up for the loss. Hand kind of hovering against the stranger’s lower back, he ushered them through the small crowd to get to the bar where he promptly perched himself on an empty seat. The moment the bartender was within earshot, he was calling to him. “Whiskey sour, throw in a splash of red wine. And then whatever my dear friend here desires.” Elbows on the bar and fingers laced together, he shot the stranger a knowing smirk. 

Now that he really got a chance to look at him beyond just yanking him from the crowd of people, he realized he was actually pretty attractive. There was a warmth about him, something about his eyes. Smelled nice, too. This night was definitely shaping up to be better already. The moment the bartender scurried off, he was resting his chin on his hands, completely enthralled in his new companion. “So what do ye do that ye smell so damn lovely? Didnae know they made a cologne that’s basically sawdust.” 

Not as though this was the first time Silas had been in a similar situation, but typically being used as a scapegoat didn’t require him to continue the skit that long after the departure. Most would just thank him before both going their separate way or depending, the cubi might get a little snack and never see them again. It was all about the circumstances. Which, in truth, he did not someone such as the man in front of him to actually take interest in anything that had to do with Silas himself. People and creatures were full of surprises, not able to get a full read on what exactly the cubi was dealing with. A hunter, perhaps? But most of the time there was at least a different kind of— well, almost scent and that’s not what Silas was grabbing here.

He allowed the stranger to lead him towards the bar with the same grin as before, finding a seat next to him and ordering his own drink, “Seoul Mule, light ice.” Quick and to the point, obsidian hues floating from the bartender to the man that brought him over. Eyes were crystal blue to the point that they were almost haunting, eagerness that Silas hadn’t noticed until the moment they got cozy at the bar top. A chuckle fell from the cubi’s lips, leaning back slightly and brushing off his shirt. “Must still have bits on me,” he replied, looking down to see if anything was noticeable, “I do a lot of woodworking.”

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Jason: Have you ever betrayed anyone who loved you for personal gain?If I have ever done such, it was unintentional. I have no memory of anything in particular and would honestly regret doing such a thing to another.

kieratandanu​:

   Kiera had learned earl on in life that food was a huge source of comfort. Maybe not for everyone, but for a lot of people. Whenever she had a bad day, her father’s food could cheer her up – or make a good day even better. Now she was happy to do the same for everyone in Corinth Bay who was willing to try her treats. And the expression on his face was pure gold, causing her to laugh. “I wish you could see yourself right now. Like a kid in a candy store,” she teased, as she picked up a piece of brownie to take a bite herself. Maybe one of the downfalls of running a booth at the festivities was that she was seemingly constantly eating herself. “I told you it’s a free taste test and I meant it. Let’s say it’s a thank you for your help with the mask – if you still remember. My aunt loved it.” Picking up a napkin that read love is love, she held it out to him. “You got a bit of frosting on your face. Not that it doesn’t look cute, but if you want to impress someone today, you better get rid of it.”

“How could I possibly forget,” which was a very true statement coming from the incubus. He had a habit of journaling the days to help him remember them, but placing the proper items with the right people never leaked from his memory bank. It also helped that he enjoyed Kiera’s company, even if most of the times they actually found a way to chat was when either of them was working. Delicate fingertips found their grip on the napkin that was offered, licking his lips to snag the reminisces of cupcake before pressing it against his mouth and cheeks. “I appreciate the kind gesture, as usual,” a gentle grin, charcoal irises still holding onto their childlike quality as he attempted to get all the frosting off his face, “Even if I’m not exactly looking to impress, still not sure I would want to walk around with food all over my face.” Though the color might match some of the displays he had seen as he meandered around the festival, Silas had always wanted to blend rather than stand out, “Been able to step away at all?”

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Yesterday’s fleamarket adventure

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Where: Knick Knack Who: @silaskyun​

How long had she been in the shop? Five minutes? Ten, fifteen? Sanem couldn’t even properly remember when she had actually entered the shop, nor what she was even looking for. Perhaps it was one of those ‘you’ll know it when you see it’ kind of moments. But she’d entered the store on a whim, and now was lost among the various items on tables and shelves. Maybe she should have accepted the help offered in the beginning, maybe she would have already found something and been on her merry way. Was there a proper etiquette for shopping within a store? Had she exceeded the normal browsing time? “Shoot —,” the word had slipped out of its own accord, lower lip soon enough sucked in between teeth as her gaze lifted to find the store employee.

Some came in with thoughts on exactly what they wanted to acquire, others just like to browse around the shop until the item they didn’t realize they needed jumped out at them. It never mattered much to Silas either way and found pleasure in both kinds of individuals. He could hear objects being rummaged through, picked up and placed back down, then a small huff of frustration. That was his que, onyx hues gliding towards the customer in time to see her own shifting towards his and gave her a soft grin. “Doing alright?” a blanket question just to get a feel for the situation at hand, not wanting to assume that the wanderer had possibly damaged one of the pieces. Could just be having a hard time pinning down an inkling, it was a fairly frequent occurrence and the Kyun loved using those opportunities to get to know his guests.