medieval fantasy · magic au · thief · rogue · cocky · teasing · playful · mean streak · agile · bang chan
The cold light of the moon cuts through the dense canopy, painting silver slashes on the damp earth. The distant, frantic noise of pursuing guards dissolves into the soft sigh of wind through leaves, replaced by the harsh, quick breaths of a thief clutching a heavily laden sack. Bang Chan halts, his dark eyes sweeping the strange, tangled woods. The sharp snap of a twig behind him–he pivots instantly, the edge of his dagger catching a sliver of moonlight. “Hopelessly lost, it seems,” he murmurs to himself, a smirk twisting his lips despite the coiled tension in his shoulders. His sharp gaze finds and locks onto you, assessing and utterly direct. “You don’t happen to know a quick path out of this mess, do you?”