So he's a thief, but you're okay with that, and that surprises him. After all, you're so hard-working and ethical and righteously angry with him when he freezes you in your steps. But still, every night, there you are, waiting for him, hair mussed and messy from a day of honest work but beautiful with the moonlight flowing through it. His heart stops just a little, against his better judgment. He's a thief, someone impermanent and flashy and temporary. Being a farmer, you're his opposite, all solidness and security and connection to your land.
Still, he can't help but want to talk to you, to get to know you better, to try a new line every night and find one that sticks. You're so kind, trying to keep him out of the houses of your neighbors with little trinkets and gifts and meals. You try to make him promise, but he deflects you every night. He loses track of the time and focuses on walking closer to you, brushing your fingers with his when you aren't paying attention. He loves the way you blush.
And with that simple fact, he tumbles into love with you less gracefully than he's ever done anything. All at once, he loves you, your skin, your laugh, your half-amused sigh when he boasts of his exploits. It's like he's always loved you, and it's like he's never not known you. So when he sees a feather in your pack, resting carefully between your everyday items, he panics. You're not looking at him tonight, avoiding eye contact and uncharacteristically chattering, and his heart sinks. He tries to think when you part ways with him, trotting back to your warm home and bed. He has to stop you, he can't bear knowing there's someone else, but what can he do?
He'll steal your feather, then. It's childish and silly and not really a solution if you love someone else, but it's all he can think and before he can think another thought he's sneaking in your window, rustling around in the dark and trying to steal from you, from you, from the only person who has ever held his heart and his mind in her hands. But he can't find anything and he can hear you moving, so on a whim he scribbles down a note, something cheesy about stealing your heart, something you'd probably see right through but it's all he can think to do. He flees; he'll come back tomorrow and find it, then, take it before you can give it away.
The next night, you're awake when he comes in your door, and his heart is pounding but he says something glib and sly and meaningless.
Before he can get too far, though, you interrupt him. Exasperated, you tell him that the feather is for him.
He can't believe it. You're beautiful and good and so much more than he.
Still. There you stand, and he crosses the room and takes your face between his palms and breathes you in, breathes in the color of your eyes looking up at him and breathes in your breath.
He's only a thief.
Still. You love him.
AUTHOR'S NOTES
I have an ongoing series of one-shots about the canon characters, so now I'm going to do them for the special bachelors/bachelorettes. Yippee! :) Here at the bottom of the page, I'll tell you which character I'm writing about, though if I'm doing my job, it should be pretty easy to guess. This only, obviously, is Skye from DS Cute. He's possibly my favorite bachelor ever… *happy sigh*