(not really) princes || skye & will
These days Skye found himself travelling to more and more places in an attempt to steal from more and more people. He had been meaning to visit the Sunshine Islands for quite some time, and so he had arrived in town early that morning in an attempt to figure out what he could possibly claim as his own.
Word had it that an incredibly wealthy family lived on these islands, and Skye was determined to find them. When wealth was involved, he would not bother to leave a note, knowing that he had to take these jobs more seriously.
Once night had finally fallen, the man made his way to the large house and climbed through a window that had carelessly been left open. “Well isn’t this my lucky day… ♪“ It did not even look like anyone was home.
Though it seemed like he was wrong. As Skye made his way into the kitchen, he noticed a figure standing there. A figure that noticed him before he got a chance to sneak away.
“Yes… I’m here to steal from you… and I’d appreciate it if you made this easy for me. ♥” Straight to the point. There was no sense in trying to hide the real reason why he was there, especially since he was dealing with a man instead of a woman. Magic would not get him out of this one.
Man, was this really happening? Will wasn’t necessarily surprised--when he was travelling he had been invaded by pirates and others just like this stranger-- that were lured by the idea of yacht and all the many treasures that it could hold. But, Will was not willing to play along with this man, and the way that the silveret spoke just disappointed him. Who knew of such a polite thief?
“A shame. You have quite a pretty face, sir. There could be so many other professions, perhaps even modelling, that you could’ve pursued, yet here I find you, attempting to steal my riches.” Perhaps it was the time of night, but Will was nonchalant, and calmly poured his coffee into his mug-- all while watching the supposed thief. It’s not like Will really bothered about his possessions anyways, but having caught the perpetrator in the act was a different story. “How much did you want? A specific amount? Or did you just want the valuables?”
