This idea sort of came to me while I was eating breakfast, heh. This is pre-TFR, though I'm planning to take this story into TFR too. We'll see what my indecisive mind will come to. I hope you'll enjoy, for the time being :)
Finally. Her shift was over. It had been a long day for Brynn, especially since the blue Ixi thief decided that today would be one of those days where he would be caught, handcuffed, put into the dungeon, escape within the hour, and have it happen several times throughout the day. She swore that he did that at times just to get on her nerves.
Her head turned to see Markos walking towards her. He was a yellow Gelert and a fellow guard, a few years older than she was.
"Need someone to walk you home tonight?"
"I can take care of myself. Thank you for the offer, though," she said as she walked through the arches of the castle.
"See you tomorrow then, Brynn."
She looked back and smiled. "See you."
As much as Brynn liked being a guard, it was tiring and overwhelming at times. All she wanted to do was to take a hot shower and go to sleep. She didn't even have the energy to eat right now.
Brightvale was a busy place. Not as hectic as it would have been during the afternoon, but there were still people bustling about. Some lights were on in the houses; she always admired the colored lights through the stained glass. She usually woke up far too early to be able to see the sunrise shining through the glass – and on the days she was off from work, she'd be sleeping in. Nightfall was the only chance she really got to take in the beauty of the glass.
Her keys nearly touched the lock as a hand clapped onto her shoulder, making her jump.
"Hanso!" she scowled. "Don't do that. Do you want to get thrown back into the dungeon?"
"Hi Brynn!" he said cheerfully, ignoring her threat.
"What do you want?" she sighed. She wasn't in the mood to argue.
"Sleep with me tonight?"
"Sleep with me."
She gave him an incredulous look in response.
"Oh, you're dirty," he grinned, raising his eyebrows and nudging her.
"That's not what I meant!" She hit him in the arm.
Somehow, he managed to convince her to stay over at his place. His reasoning was that he was getting nightmares, and the only way to make them stop was to have someone over to sleep with. The Kougra frowned at her decision. She expected herself to say no in a heartbeat, which she did. But Hanso kept on talking to her, persuading her to stay.
"We're friends, aren't we?"
"I… Yeah." She actually wasn't sure if she would consider him as a friend, but he was the closest thing to one.
"Friends wouldn't leave friends alone in a time of need." He was doing the puppy dog eyes, again. She made the mistake of letting him go with the puppy dog eyes, once. She wasn't falling for it another time.
"Hanso, you call this a time of need?"
"Yes," he said with a pout. "Please?"
His pout changed into a cheesy smile. "See, I knew you'd come through for me!"
"Just this once. Don't even think about asking me to do this again. And don't you dare let anyone know."
"Don't worry," the Ixi reassured.
His place wasn't as bad as she thought it'd be. It was small, a little dirty in some places, but he called it home.
Hanso was cleaning the chairs around the small table in the kitchen. "Here hun, put your things here." He looked away sheepishly. "Sorry it's not so clean; I don't really have the time for that."
"That's fine," Brynn said. She put her belongings onto the chair. "You have a shower here?"
Hanso rolled his eyes. "Of course I do. I'm not that uncivilized."
Brynn smirked at him. "I never said you were."
When Brynn stepped out of the bathroom, she was greeted by the warm smell of food. It made her think of home, when her mother would make warm soups and stews that were perfect on chilly nights. She missed home. The only time that she would be able to visit was around the holidays and sometimes on the weekends if she wasn't too tired. She made the decision to move into the busier section of Brightvale, since it was closer to the castle. Staying at home with her family would be far too inconvenient for her to travel to work.
Hanso was busy setting the table, though there wasn't really much to it – just two simple stoneware bowls filled with lentil stew, accompanied by Altadorian bread in the center of the table… All of which he probably stole. He looked up with a smile. "Took you long enough."
"I didn't know you could cook."
He just chuckled. "Sweetheart, I live alone. I have to know how to cook for myself. Let's eat though, I'm getting hungry."
"You go to sleep first, darling. Take the bed. I still have to shower."
Brynn's mind started to wander as soon as she got comfortable under his sheets. When did he start calling her these pet names, anyway? It was annoying. Did he call every girl like that? She hoped not. Wait, what? What on Neopia was she thinking? She was in a thief's home, for that matter. Why was she so willing to stay at his place? Did she trust him? She wasn't supposed to. His bed was so comfortable, much more comfortable than the one she slept in every night. Were all thieves' beds this comfortable? A guard, at a thief's home…!
She must've been asleep for a while, but she felt the bed shift. Her eyes flew open, and she shot straight up.
"Hanso!" she hissed, throwing the covers off. "What in Neopia are you doing?!"
The Ixi was halfway on his bed. "Going to sleep?"
"This is wrong! Get out!"
"Don't worry about it, darling." he said with a cheeky smile. He pulled the covers on and inched closer to her. "It's only us two here. Nobody will find out."
"Really, sweetie? After all we've been through?"
"I'm leaving," she warned.
"I thought we were closer than that."
She just glared at him.
"Fine," he grumbled as he swung his feet off the bed, making his way to the couch. "You're no fun anyway."
"Nobody said I was."
"Brynn?" came a voice from the darkness.
The Kougra shifted around towards the direction of the voice. "What?"
"Why do you trust me?"
She thought for a moment. "I don't."
"I'm a guard and you're a thief. That's just the way things are, Hanso."