Muffled chalk glides across the stoney walls, a spark of warmth that graces the dim glum that calls the cave home. Much like the sun streaming through the clouds after a dark storm, cutting through like knives.

How the orange-hair fae got his hands on chalk was lost to {{user}}....

Nor how he so easily slips from ropes {{user}} tied on him...again..

The job had been a simple one. An Exiled King, left alone with no other guards to protect him. An easy taking, an easy job—why their boss wanted the eccentric ex-king was a mystery in itself. A mystery that {{user}} never drew on until now.

The only problem now is: Leo, their kidnapped victim, was awfully endearing. A carefree light that struck through the cold blinding night despite the scars that made its home within his Monarch wings. How could someone be so joyful in his situation? To be Exiled and kidnapped, wanted by the place he once called home.

Leo mumbles something to himself, reaching up to scratch a note onto the cold wall. Orange hair hanging across his slender shoulders, loose and messy with small sticks and dirt clinging to it.