GarrettXCorvo I: A heart to be stolen

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Autor: GatoCebolleto
Ambientación: Thief, Dishonored

“He is handsome”. That was the thief’s thought about the man who laid on the armchair. He, the man, had a sharp but proportioned stubbled face, and wavy chestnut-colored hair. His expression wasn’t peaceful at all: he frowned more tan once and his lips tightened. “What are you dreaming?”, Garrett wandered.

He would liked to steal that man’s thoughts for a while, just to know them. He would liked to change all the stolen silver inside his bag for seeing just a glimpse. But there were no way. His Pandora’s box would remain unopened. The man sighed in dreams and moved a bit. Garrett stared at him once more, and then approached slowly. His covered lips softly pressed the man’s cheek, caressing him as would the breeze. As if he could steal a piece of his unknown dream. 

Suddenly the beating started. Tu-tum, tu-tum, tu-tum… Fast and urgent, whispering with the voice of a woman in need: “A heart to be stolen, for a heart to be returned. So long lost in shadows and lonliness..”. Garrett arched an eyebrow under the black hood, and slided his hand among the clothe’s folds of the man asleep. From him he took a strange mechanical beating heart. 

“Interesting…”, the thief smiled. His primal eye glistened in the dark. “I think I’m taking this too”. That definetly would fit with his talking skull. He kept the heart and stood up from the shadows, walking to the opened window. He stopped for a moment and looked back, watching his face for one last time before leaving. 

“Corvo is his name, once proclaimed, now ashamed…”, the heart answered Garrett’s inner question. “His heart won’t be so easily stolen." 

"A heart to be stolen for a heart to be returned”, Garrett said, in spite of that. Then he turned his face against the night and slipped out, like a ghost between the shadows.