mistake me for a sucker. [Fox!]

[Cy]

[/I] a day spent on the prowl. His green eyes lingered now and then, but out of habit and they were swift to return to the matter at hand. There was shopping to be done! His green shirt was not his brightest or boldest, and his trousers didn’t even fit in all the places that he’d have liked for them to. These were his casual I’m-hot-but-I-don’t-have-the-time-for-you clothes. They were also one of the last outfits he had on hand before he’d have to start wearing things over again and that was a sign that he needed something new in his wardrobe. At the very least, some new accessory, even his bracelets and scarves were starting to get old. Maybe a new hat, that would be fantastic. The options were endless, though he only had so many diasks to spare and haggling had never been his strong suit. He could coax a gentleman into cheating on his wife in a back alley, but getting a vendor to lower their prices to a decent point? Utterly impossible. He’d even attempted the back alley route, but, as it had been pointed out to him, there were no back alleys in ground caverns. He’d have to think of a new line.

With a sigh, he reluctantly parted with a wonderfully soft scarf of the palest blue to continue on in the direction he’d been heading, hand slipping smoothly back to his pocket where his fingertips could resume their familiar dance over what diasks he had available for the time being. Hips swayed with each lazy step as he glanced over goodies that he passed by, half a mind on the scarf he’d left behind and – ohh, the other half finding temporary distraction in the kind fit of the pants on the luscious specimen walking on by, prompting the teenager to turn as he walked, paying little attention to what lie ahead of him.[/ul][/size]

[Fox]

Silvanus stood and looked at the 'closed' sign hanging on the door. He read it. And then he read it again. And then he proceeded to mentally write a scathing letter to his brother (one he planned to put to paper as soon as he got back to the Barrack) regarding the virtues of notifying his erstwhile business partner before traipsing off to who-knew-where. A frustrated growl left the man as he shoved a hand back through his dark hair. Of all the times, honestly. Silas was fairly sure that Sylvester had grown sick of the crowds of people fairly fast-- public relations had always been Silas's field, after all,-- but this wasn't Chydyn! He just was not as free as he used to be, what with Candidate lessons and lectures and chores.

With a final look at the cosy (cramped) little shop (hole in the wall), Silas sighed. Well, there was nothing for it. Opening the shop on his own had been a possibility, but he'd left the store key back in his rooms. Of course, he'd thought Sylvester would be here but obviously he had been proven wrong. So the shop would remain closed up tight, and the twenty-year-old was left with a free afternoon to kill. Joy. Annoyance flattened his lips as he turned to walk back into the crowded Eyrie market, weaving his way expertly through the busy multitudes. This was nothing compared to the market back home, but he couldn't complain. Silas had never really liked the Chydyn marketplace; it was too packed during the peak hours that one could hardly squeeze through the thronging people. He liked people, for certain (and he had occasionally used it as an exercise to make sure his pickpocketing skills hadn't gone rusty) but there was a limit even to the good things.

He had just stopped to look over at a stall selling brooches (pretty, but he had no one to buy them for and he wouldn't wear them himself) when a flash of semi-familiar blonde hair snagged at him out of the corner of his eye. Silas turned, in time to jump back as an equally familiar person nearly walked into him, attention clearly elsewhere. He reached out a hand to catch the boy's elbow. "Whoa, whoa, watch where yer going lad." He admonished, shooting the boy an amused grin once he turned to look. A fellow candidate, Silas recalled, though not one that he'd yet spoken to. He'd only arrived right before Altaph's hatching, after all, and this blonde boy, Embry was his name, had been here since before that. "Embry, right? So what was so intriguin', that yer eyes were on it instead o' in front o' ye?" One eyebrow lifted sardonically, the grin subsiding into a more normal smirk. It was Silas's way to be friendly, to charm, and he had no qualms about jumping into conversation with this boy he barely knew. After all, what better way to get to know a person than to have a nice long chat, aye?

[Cy]

[/i] to him. And that voice was slurring its familiar accent into his ears, smooth and masculine, and there were dimples in that smile, and his hair looked so soft, and those lips were lips just designed to be kissed. And he knew his name. They'd never talked directly before, they'd passed each other by often enough in lessons, and Silas knew who he was. Granted, of course he did because so few people didn't, but still. Embry could just about faint on the spot.

Fortunately, there was no fainting or collapsing. Perhaps some mild inward swooning, but that was about it and he at least had the experience to swallow down the urge to drool madly. In fact, aside from a brief moment of wide-eyed staring, he held on to a great amount of his composure, a bright smile soon flashing onto his features as he straightened up to every bit of his inches. He liked men, he appreciated men in a wide variety. Silas was one of many that had passed through his sights, one of many to be admired and sighed over, but he didn't lose himself so humiliatingly over any of those many and he certainly needn't do so for this one. No matter how extra sexy his shoulders would surely look with his nails decorating them in scratches.

Raising his eyebrows, he glanced over his shoulder for a moment, no longer able to spot the individual that had caught his eye just a moment ago, but it didn't matter. He had a new individual holding his eye now. Turning his attentions back to Silas, he offered another broad grin and shrugged. “Just a really nice pair of pants.” He returned, teasing and chuckling at his own joke. “What about you, what were you looking at?” He whipped back in return, tipping his chin up curiously. Sure, it didn't make a whole lot of sense considering he hadn't spotted Silas looking at anything at all, certainly nothing that had distracted his attention from in front of him so clumsily as his own had been, but they were in the heart of the Eyrie market! There were so many things to be looked at and desired that he figured it was just about guaranteed that Silas had been doing that just before he'd been collided with.[/ul]

( ooc | DX zomg, this is awful. I'm so sorry, babe. )[/size]

[Fox]

Silas was, doubtlessly, quite oblivious to the most flattering appraisal going on in Embry's head, though he would have found it endlessly amusing had he been privy to it. Had he known that Embry found his shoulders so very sexy, he might have considered the possibility of ushering the boy back to the barracks post-haste, but as it was he merely grinned disarmingly at the stare he received. He might have even preened a little. Who knew. Silas's default setting was 'Flirt' anyway, so it wasn't too surprising when in response he dropped an eyelid in a wink, though afterwards he pretended that he hadn't seen a thing.

Instead, he turned his attention to Embry's teasing answer, an eyebrow climbing upwards in response. A quick glance around showed that the only clothes shop was a ways behind the lad, and he certainly hadn't been looking in that direction when he'd nearly walked straight into Silas. The grin turned into something of a smirk. "A nice pair o' pants, eh? I'm sure they 'eld a nice pair o'-- legs too, hmm?" Briefly, so quickly that if you blinked you'd miss it, Silas's dark eyes flickered downwards over the younger lad's form, and the gaze did not come away unsatisfied. Interested, and perhaps a little appreciative, certainly. This Embry certainly kept himself well, though Silas had to admit that before this he hadn't paid too much attention to the boy.

A shrug met the return query, though a tilt of the head in the direction of the broach store served as answer enough. Again (almost reluctantly), Silas turned to sweep his gaze over the jewellery available. They stopped on a pretty piece, a bird with wings outstretched in flight, enameled in white and green and gold. Not the most flamboyant piece on display, certainly, but it had its charm. "Tha' bird one there. Pretty thing, don't ye say so?" Those dark eyes flashed from the brooch back to his companion of a minute or so (and counting), taking in his matching colouring. "Would look good on ye, lad. Wha' say ye?" No longer grinning, but not quite smirking either, Silas's mobile mouth quirked upwards in one corner as he raised his eyebrows, hand already resting on the pocket holding his diasks. He wasn't averse to buying a pretty lad a trinket, and this pretty one certainly deserved it.

(ooc; It's fine! x.x I'm sorry my reply took so long, though dearest.)

[Cy]

[/i]. And he knew it so well that he'd caught Embry staring and had thought nothing of it. The curse repeated itself. If he weren't so unfamiliar with the sensation, he probably wouldn't have noticed the blush faintly staining his cheeks, but as it was, he was very unfamiliar with the sensation and so the warmth in his face gave him a mental pause. A man hadn't made him blush in years, and certainly not just by winking at him. Curses to him.

As he quickly learned, a blush once made was a truly difficult thing to get rid of as the heat only grew with the tease returned to him. He didn't like blushing, it was a truly obnoxious thing. He'd made people blush before and he suddenly felt belated pity for them. However, he made a decent effort to hold himself together, smiling and offering a soft laugh all the same. “Among other things.” He returned boldly, tilting his head and biting the inside of his lip against the subtle swift scrutiny offered to him. Matching the intensity of his loathing for being made to blush, he absolutely loved those looks. Those little glance-overs, whether they were discreet or blatant, made his day like little else could.

Quirking an eyebrow upwards, he turned his head to look over the display beside them that he'd been ignoring quite effortlessly in his complete focus on the other candidate. Brooches sparkled at him from their neatly arranged places, all different shapes and sizes. Silas didn't strike him as the type for gaudy jewelry, but if he had a significant other somewhere than Embry hadn't heard anything about it and such information was certainly something he'd have heard about. His light eyes fell to the bird indicated, studying the delicate handiwork and the gleaming earthy colours of it. It certainly wasn't the best piece available, but it was nice all the same. He approved.

His critique of the object was brought to a screeching halt at the next comment made, his wide eyes whipping back to the man. The compliment was a pleasure, but the offer seemed beyond what he'd been expecting. A swift glance down to where his hand rested on his pocket cleared it up, but made it no less surprising. Was he serious?

Was. He. Serious?

Men bought him things all the time, whether they had the money or not. His affections were easily bought and he'd never turned down a gift. But from Silas? Sexy shouldered Silas? He'd have probably accepted a rotting decayed lizard with a smile.

“Real good.” He piped up with, the corner of his mouth lifting up into a boyish and grateful smile. He didn't like brooches; they were nice little pieces that could be admired, but he'd never really been fond of incorporating them into his own wardrobe. But for this piece, he could already think of a dozen outfits that would look charming with it. He'd make it work. The Eyrie was a place of opportunity, a place for change, and he'd been looking for something new anyways![/ul][/size]