Private Tales All In

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Elodie was surprised that he seemed to actually mean his apology. She wasn't going to say anything more about it. She just nodded with a small smile at it. She accepted it. She appreciated it.

"Yes, let's go. I suppose you will have to lead the way and hopefully my power will pick up if we are in danger of being found by any of your friends." She nodded towards the door and once they were both out, she locked the door behind them.
 
"Your power, huh?" Simon probed as they stepped out. Curiously, water always found a way to pool in the gaps between the cobblestone. Alliria, ever wet. Smelly.

Perhaps it was a moment of carelessness. Or that it made no difference whether or not Simon grasped the essence of her gift.

"That how you got the jump on me? Y'know, I like to think I'm evasive. It was a big blow to my pride when you caught me so easily," nearing a corner, Simon deftly checked his angles before rounding it, "But if it was because a special trick, maybe I don't feel as bad."
 
"I was warned how slippery you are and I just made sure to use the extra special tricks I have at my disposal."

Elodie would occasionally reach out with her power but nothing caught her attention as they picked their way through Alliria.

They reached another corner and she automatically reached out. Two men she recognized from the gambling den were heading their way. She grabbed Simon's arm and pulled him back. The way she pulled him resulted in her back against the wall and him in front of her, facing her.

"Two men about to walk by," she whispered and brought a finger to her lips. She would reach out in a few moments to make sure it was clear before they moved again.
 
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Herbology had been a subject at the College of Elbion that Simon took to rather keenly. So when she pulled him back, and he braced himself by planting his hand above Elodie's shoulder, he caught a hint of her scent.

"Smokey notes," the Cortosi closed his eyes, leaned forward. Sniffed. "Delicate and sweet. Herbal. You fancy lavender?"

Two pairs of footsteps passed them and receded down a turn in the alley. Simon pushed off the wall smirking as he crossed his arms.

"We clear?"
 
Elodie looked up into his silver eyes and nodded with a slight smile on her face. "Yes, it is favorite," she said softly.

She should have heard the footsteps but she was distracted until he pushed up from the wall and asked if they were all clear. She was silent for a few seconds and then nodded again. "Yes, no one is coming right now. We are clear."
 
A nod, and he was off again. Without having to dodge another patrol, they arrived across the gambling den. A glance either way from the alley settled his nerves. At least nobody was wandering about. But what about the buildings? How many eyes would be on them? None, if they were lucky.

"A gamble," Simon grumbled under his breath.

"We've just got to cross here. Then it's a straight shot home," he turned his handsome face back to Elodie, "How's our chances?"

Jipe as he could about her ability, trick as he would put it, it saved their hides once already. And that was no laughing matter. He was a far cry from trusting the woman, but he could trust her skills.
 
It seemed that everyone who was looking for them had left the gambling den...well...at least the outside of it. Why on earth would the two people that were be searched for come back to the scene of the crime? They wouldn't. They would get as far away as possible so why would they post people around the gambling den? They wouldn't. That would be a waste of resources.

It was a good thing they were muscle and not the brains of the operation.

Elodie reached out with her magic and took the entire minute to make sure they would be good.

"We are clear. No one is in the area," she smiled at Simon and motioned for him to lead the way.
 
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"Handy, that," the Cortosi remarked and stepped out from the alley. Despite her assurance, he hastily crossed the street, his head on a constant swivel as they progressed down the street. A sigh of relief as they slipped down an alley. And when they finally reached the small tavern and inn, his shoulders finally relaxed.

Simon remained quiet as he led her to his room. Closed the door and locked it shut behind them. Overflowing off the table against the wall was a pile of riches. Jewels, coins, and other valuable trinkets and baubles spilled onto the floor from the treasure heap.

"See," he said from behind her, nonchalantly leaning against the door.
 
Elodie was not one to completely rely on her magic either. Shit could happen in a split second. Was it likely? No. Had it happened? No. Did that mean it couldn't happen? Fuck no!

She followed Simon in silence and she felt the tension leave her own body once she saw Simon relax some. He kept his vast treasure in an inn? A normal, boring looking inn at that. That seemed incredibly unsecure but it wasn't her treasure. Not yet at least.

Elodie entered the room and gasped. She barely registered him closing the door and the little click of the lock. There was so much treasure just sitting here. In this inn. On the fucking table and the fucking floor.

"Holy shit," Elodie breathed out. That was all she could say. She had never seen this much gold and jewels and so much more before.
 
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"Si, si," Simon pushed off the door and passed Elodie to stand before the overflowing riches. Cross-armed, he stared at it a while, then glanced over at the redhead. "Well, grab what ya' like. There, eh, is one thing in particular I'm after. The rest—have at it."

Even if she got greedy and took more than a fair share of the wealth, which, look at her, the woman was about to start drooling over the floor; it wouldn't bother Simon any. There would be enough left to cover all of his needs and many of his wants for a long while.

The sunkissed Cortosi plopped down at the foot of the bed and watched as Elodie hovered about, awestruck still at the fortune. The man just smirked.
 
Elodie narrowed her eyes at Simon. This all seemed way too easy. She turned to face him as he sat there smirking on the edge of the bed. What was he up to? She had never had a job this easy in her life and she was quite suspicious.

"What is the one thing in particular that you are after?"

Her amber eyes left him for only a moment to look at the pile of treasure again. Just take what you want and leave, Elodie! Why are you hesitating?
 
"Just a boring document—probably sealed with a fancy emblem. Don't you worry your pretty head, yeah?"

There were a few things like that mixed in with the pile. Deeds to properties and assets. Things of similar value. What Simon wanted, however, well, that was for him to know.

"You gonna stand there all night?"
 
Elodie didn't trust him but she didn't need to. She was done here. She was not going to turn Simon in for his bounty in exchange for some of this ridiculous loot. Honestly though...she was not going to be greedy.

Ugh, but the way he spoke with her. Elodie found him infuriating! She just glared at him as she started to gather some of the shit into it.

She was not greedy. She took what she felt was enough to cover the bounty and then a little more.

"I guess that is the end of our business then?" The mercenary slung the bag onto her shoulder and turned to leave the room.
 
"Unless you have another reason to stay?" Simon pushed off from the bed and stepped up to the table. He absently picked a coin out of the pile, smoothed his thumb over one side, and tossed it back into the pile.

He turned his steely eyes at the woman and gave her a once-over. Then, before she could answer, he said thusly: "Hopefully, I won't be seeing you again."

Nary a mote of spite in his tone, Simon smiled at her. He'd have let her take much, much more. But for whatever reasons, she'd been rather moderate about collecting her share. He could respect that kind of foolish kindness.

"Take care, Elodie."
 
~ One Month Later ~
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Elodie was not one who usually dressed up and went to galas but she would never say no to an evening that was paid for by a client. No, the client had secured her an invitation to an extremely ritzy and extremely exclusive gala and auction. What was her job? She was here to steal a ridiculously large diamond and emerald that was being auctioned off.

One of the attendants helped the mercenary out of her carriage at the base of the sprawling staircase that led to the mansion belonging to one of the richest merchants in Alliria. She would be lying if she said she was not impressed by the beauty even being here for the second time in a single day. This would go fine. There was no one here to screw her over.

The stone mansion sat in the middle of beautifully manicured lawns with perfect flowers that looked like they were tended by hundreds of gardeners. Elodie handed her invitation to the man at the door before she was ushered inside. Servers carried trays laden with finger foods and glasses of deep red wine. She skipped the wine for now so she could scope out the area first.

She smiled at the looks she received from the men around the ballroom. She was keenly aware that she looked gorgeous tonight. The green lace dress she wore hugged every curve with a slit that ran up to the top of her thigh. The top came a little lower than she would usually allow but it was allowed for tonight. Elodie's hair color and complexion were complimented by the dark green.

She looked fantastic and she was ready to fuck some shit up.
 
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Floating about the ballroom already, Simon wore a flowing coat colored with hues of the sun and earth, cinched at the waist by a luxurious sash. Shiny golden hoops danged from his ears and nose, and a gold pendant dangled under the low collar of his tunic.

Light music filled the hall, and Simon leaned against a marble pillar, content with people-watching for the time being. The gala wasn't what attracted him but rather what was after. A behind-closed-doors auction that would see small fortunes and priceless treasures exchanged between people with more wealth than they needed.

Like she'd done to many others, it didn't take long for Elodie to catch Simon's silver eyes.

"Mierde," he hissed, flashed an incredulous smile at the floor, and huffed. He hadn't spotted a single familiar face 'til now, and given how his last run-in with her had went, an easy payday had just gotten far more complicated.
 
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Elodie saw Simon about the same time he saw her and she groaned internally.

She did not want to deal with him.

Not tonight.

Not ever.

She needed to get him to leave now before he somehow blew up her entire job. She had learned that about him in their brief time together.

Elodie headed in his direction with a pleasantly exasperated expression on her face. She came to stand close to him, keeping that false smile on her face still. "You need to leave, Simon. Now. I do not know what you are here for but you have a tendency to ruin a good night."

Sure, she had only been with him that one time in the gambling den but she had asked around and this man had a reputation that was too torrid to even talk about out loud.
 
Ooh, she was properly incensed. Didn't take long for her to cut a line straight across the ballroom to catch up with him.

"Not even a hello? Where are your manners, Elodie Rahlyn?"

One corner of his mouth curled up in a devilish smirk. One of the first things he did after their parting was ask around about her. Not many fiery redheads making a living in that line of work. Didn't take long to find out, at the very least, her whole name. He curled his fingers, picking at a nail with his thumb, then extended his fingers and turned his hand around, inspecting his nails under the chandelier lights.

"Anyway," he plainly said, "I was here first."
 
Simon's use of her last name made her pause for only the briefest of seconds. Of course, he looked into her as well. Fair enough, she thought. It was best to know about your enemies...rivals...whatever they were.

"Hi, Simon Santos do Nascimento, go away," she said slowly as if he was an idiot that didn't speak the common tongue. He also had the most ridiculous last name she had ever heard and she was quite impressed that she had remembered it.

"You may have been here first but I can guarantee that I am the only one that had a legitimate invitation out of the two of us!" Elodie kept her voice low but the intensity was obvious.

"What are you even here for?" She hissed at him. So help her if he was after the same thing she was, she was going to stab him for real this time.
 
Simon gave her an oh-well-what-can-you-do shrug in response to her snarky greeting.

"Can you guarantee that?" he said, leaning forward and allowing smugness to creep into his features. Simon raised a brow. "Dear, Esteemed Guest. It would be our honor to have you attend our annual gala to celebrate... need I go on?"

A great deal of joy was had in watching the girl get flustered.

"I have a bit of extra money, you know. Thought I'd maybe make a bid on some bauble or trinket."
 
Elodie glowered at Simon. If they weren't at such a fancy event, she would punch him and actually land it correctly this time.

He was insufferable!

"No, I get it. You stole the invite from someone." Her jaw was a hard line as she tried to figure out what to do with him. Killing him was high on her list.

"Simon, my dear, I know and you know that you are not here to bid on anything. Have you even worked a legimate job in your life?"

Yes, it was the pot calling the kettle black but she didn't care. She had done plenty of legitimate work. The majority just wasn't on the up and up.

"If you tell me what you are here to steal and it is not what I am here to bid on for my client, I will leave you to whatever trouble you are here for." Elodie raised a single brow to ask if he agreed.
 
"I won it at the card game," Simon flatly responded, growing bored of the topic.

The young man shrugged, "I guess I did some volunteer work for my scholarship at the College. That's no job, though, eh?" Simon chuckled and flashed a small smile at Elodie.

He leaned back, raised a brow, and weighed his options.

Honestly would work fine.

"There's rumors of a fancy little magic trinket here. A mechanical device with a rare enchantment. They say it's been crafted by a race of subterranean elves."
 
Subterranean elves? That sounded like the most preposterous thing in the world. She was sure that the origins of his little trinket were not so grand but it always made for better sales if there was a good story with it.

"Well, that is good news for you, because that is not what I am after," Elodie flashed him her on smile complete with a bat of her lashes.

Now that the nasty business of him ruining her score was out of the way, she would be more pleasant. Okay, she would try to be more pleasant. No promises.

"How have you been this past month?" She asked with a pain expression that said she usually did not make small talk with people.
 
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Simon puffed out his cheeks and let out a relieved sigh, and wiped invisible beads of sweat off his brow.

"Thank goodness. Oh, I'd hate to step on your toes," he smirked and leaned forward. "Had me worried there."

And he leaned back against the pillar.

"You know, same-old. Enjoying the high life while I can. Paid off my debts," Simon idly picked at his nails, "Gonna try not to build any new ones."

Then he raised a brow at her.

"And you?"
 
His sarcasm was noted and she just rolled her eyes.

Elodie highly doubted that this man would be able to not build any new debts. She had a feeling that him getting himself into debt, starting trouble, stealing some shit, and paying off his debts was the normal cycle of his life.

"You know, same-old," she repeated his initial answer. "Working, dealing with the scum of the earth, and hoping to never see you again," she gave him a smirk back now.

"Do you know when the auction is supposed to start?"
 
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