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Liar. Cheat. Thief. Con Artist. Fraud. These were but a few verbal insults that Charming had stumbled upon while on his quest to freedom. It wasn't his fault that the various princesses and maidens of the fabled land couldn't differentiate the polarity of his love and their desire to be apart of it. It wasn't his fault that they accepted his hand in marriage so eagerly which in return would grant him the key to their hearts and thus their bountiful riches and vast fortunes. He was nothing more than a mere man with a bright smile and a flare for the theatrics and as far as he was concerned if the world couldn't survive him then the world didn't deserve to survive.
Charming pondered this from the balcony of the estate of a woman who's name he had long forgotten over the course of multiple glasses of drink. The moon's pale glow engulfed his bare skin from above while his eyes remained in trance with the landscape of the small fishing town far below. The ugliness that was common life gave him an uneasy feeling. He had lived the life of a peasant boy and then the vigor of a young squire before his rise to prestige. He understood what it meant to be nothing more than a small rotating gear in the never ending machine that was life. He had dreamed of the day that he would finally slip free and establish himself as something greater than such and now that he was almost there he couldn't help but return to his state of graceful drunkenness.
"Come back to bed." Her voice is soft and melodic and combined with the gentle chime of the outside wind it creates a vibrant echo that most romantics would compare to music. He however hates her for the third time on this night as he is forced to bury his dreams once more and surface back to his surreal reality. With this he releases one of his prized smiles and turns to his newest project. "But of course mi'lady. I was only admiring the moon one last and final time before I deny it of it's absolute beauty for on this night there is something in my gaze that shines even brighter." His words spit like daggers and his eyes grow wide with putative passion as he makes his way back into the woman's bed. She smiles briefly before taking the man into her arms. As he kisses her neck ever so gently something bright and shimmering catches his eye. It shines in his iris creating a lustrous glow that emanates the fire burning deep within his heart. The woman notices and releases a slight giggle that throws the conman off.
"You like it?" She caresses the ruby necklace in her small palm before continuing. "It's the heart of Odette. S'been in the family for ages." Her tone is proud and her gesture stimulating.
"It's beautiful, but no gem or lace of gold could ever compliment you, my sweet." The words themselves are harmless but something about the way he says them is unbecoming and serpentine like a predator stalking it's prey.
"Could one compliment the mountains with a fragment of diamond? Could one dress the oceans up with the shine of sapphire? It is not the gem that compliments your soft sweet neck but you who compliments it's glimmer with one of your own. You transcend it and I will have no part in this fallacy." With a quick nip of his hand the necklace leaves her neck, it's location quickly placed in the heart of his palm. Like a fly trapped in his web she stares awestruck into his eyes unable to focus on anything other than the large blue depths that stare back into her. He leans in for one final kiss before quickly rising and heading for his clothes. His excuse is quick and jaded and her confusion is predictable and humorous. Before a word can escape her lips he is already out the door. By the time she realizes her prized heirloom is missing, it's already too late. His mouth is sore from smiling, but as he hears the deafening screech of a woman who has just discovered what it truly means to be penniless from the blackened streets below, he can't help but smile once more.
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