Title - Love is for thieves.
Chapter title - Brilliant
Author - OblivionsGarden.
Genre - Romance/Adventure Disclaimer - I do not own The Thief Lord in anyway shape or form. I only own my original characters.
A/n - Super duper short filler chapter. More soon-ish. x -
C.5
Autumn's point of view -
Hornet kept offering me food as I got Prop, Bo and the gang up to speed with everything that had happened since I left the children's home. I declined her offers politely until she gave up.
"Well, as Bo said, you're safe now. You can stay with us. Can't she Scip?" Prop turned to Scippio who smiled warmly.
"Of course she can, There's always room in the star palace."
"Thank you. Thank you so much. I honestly thought I'd be on the streets." Bo shuffled closer to me.
"We wouldn't let that happen." I smiled at the young boy and ruffled his hair.
"One thing though," Started Riccio. "These Tony and Jackson, guys...they'll be lookin' for you, right?" I nodded.
"Hmm, perhaps it's be best if you were to stay inside for a few days, until they've left." Suggested Scip.
"Maybe that's wise."
"Course it is! Look at what they did to you last night. Imagine what they'd do if they caught you now!" Mosca near shouted.
"Mosca's right, you'll have to stay inside." Agreed Prop.
"Storm, we'll make sure there's someone here to keep you company."
"Thanks. You guys are brilliant."
"We know." Grinned Riccio.
"Should we tell Ida and Victor?" Asked Hornet.
"Who?" I frowned as I was bombarded with answers from everyone besides Scip, who stayed silent and watched amusedly. One answer caught my attention more than the rest.
"Victors a detective and Ida owned the wing of the lion." I stared at Bo, curiously.
"What?" I yawned, unwillingly as Scip placed a hand on the young boys shoulder.
"That is a very long story, best saved for another time. you however, should get some rest."
"I'm not tired." I protested, suppressing another yawn.
"Stubborn to the point of idiocy this one." Laughed Prop. "Come on, I'll take you up. You can share with me an Bo." He picked up my bags as I grabbed my guitar and looked back at the group. "Thanks again. All of you."
They all nodded as Prosper, Bo and I went up to a balcony. There were four mattresses in the room. One on top of another, and two separate.
"Take your pick. Anythings more comfy than that doorway they said they found you in."
Prop was right. They left me to change into my pajamas and sleep. When I woke up it was half nine that night and everyone else was asleep. Or so I thought.