Torien wasn't the type to stalk anybody. Being relatively reclusive had its perks. Yet for the past couple of weeks he'd been spending time in brothel's rafters and crannies, fully taking advantage of the adrenaline rush that came with possibly being caught.
Today, of all days, he had tried to get one of the girls' attention. He had knocked a few things over and upset at least a few others from their sleep, but there was no way this girl was going to notice him.
Then he tried to trip her, and she bumped into some guy who was most certainly more rugged than him, with much more appeal than his baby-face could do.
As the two had headed towards the bathhouse, Torien wondered whether or not it was a good idea to follow them. The steam of the bath was something that could affect his glamour if he wasn't careful, and he wasn't sure if the tub was made of stone or contained iron in any form.
He opted to sneak through the bathhouse ceiling, where he eventually spotted the pair in the co-gender bath.
He leaned over the edge of the support beam high in the rafters. His gaze was locked on the man. She was getting interesting and then he showed up. She seemed to be the type who could give him the chase of a lifetime, but now that wasn't going to happen.
The splinter that was supporting his weight snapped beneath his grip, and he shouted as he tumbled through the air. Though he tried to open his wings, the steam from the bath had kept them stuck together and closed.
He landed in the bathwater, and as he surfaced he began to scream. His wings felt heavy.
If he didn't get out he was going to drown.
He kept coughing and spluttering, splashing around in the warm water as he screamed. He'd landed right in front of the both of them.
As he screamed for assistance and reached his hand up, his wings began to drag him down and his head went under.
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