The cheese saleswoman shrieked after a silver haired man in a black robe tackled another man with a long black braid over her stand. They tumbled once they hit the ground, toppling a table laden with little wheels of swiss cheese. One bounced against the silver haired man's head as he pinned the black haired man to the ground.
"Don't you ever try something like that again!" The silver haired man wound the other's braid around his hand a few times and bared a mouthful of sparkling white teeth.
"Master," the black haired man smiled. "The ruffian was trying to reach for your pocket. This one just wanted to dissuade him without causing a scene."
The cheese woman shrieked again, noticed the crowd gathering and wondered if anyone had gone for a guard. Then, she remembered that she was good and far away from Arca, with its regular patols of guards. Maybe that block of cheddar could be used as a club, it was old enough to be reduced to brick. She laid a hand on it, pressed a finger into an unyeilding surface. Yes, it was a good cheese... err club.
The silver haired man snapped his head in her direction. "Shut up! All that Goddess-damned screaming is going to give me a headache!"
She took her hand off the cheese and took a step away from the cheese.
"Master-"
"You shut up too! I'm not through with you - you bastard! If you even think about putting your hands on me again," he drew a slender silver dagger from the sheath at his belt, which drew another paniced scream from the cheese woman. "I thought I told you shut up! You!" he laid the dagger on the black haired man's chest and put that hand back on his shoulder. "If you ever dare put your hands on me again I'll cut your leg open, split your thigh bone and pour molten iron on your marrow."
The black haired man was still smiling up at him. "That's the first time anyone would ever do that to this one Master. Did you think of that just now? Or have you done that to another?"
A vein above one silver eyebrow began twitching and a bit of spit frothed up on the sides of the man's mouth. "You freak, any normal creature would be terrified of something like that."
The black haired man blinked and the smile leeched off his face. "Oh no! Master you wouldn't do such a thing to your humble demon. This one don't deserve it, really such a fate is not for this one. Mercy? Have mercy." His eyes widened and he tucked his arms in closer to himself, then perked an eyebrow. "Like that Master?"
"Unbelievable," the silver haired man drawled, putting his dagger back in its sheath and standing up, letting the hair around his hand fall back to its owner. "Goddess!" he oathed putting a hand against his head and glaring at the crowd that'd formed an effective wall around the stand. "This isn't a damned play! Get out of here before I start charging admission!"
The crowd dispersed, though they muttered loudly amongst themselves while doing so. A few younger children had to be tugged away by their gaurdians and stared at the funny man in black the entire time.
The black haired man rolled onto his back and leapt to his feet, brushing his long sleeves off and turning to the cheese woman, whose complexion was the same colour as the wheels of swiss on the ground. "Pardon this one's Master's behavior Mistress, he has a headache. He has been irritable all day."
The cheese woman blinked at him, her eyes skirting to the side of her head to watch the silver haired man. "Just get him the hells away from my cheese."
"Yes Miss-" The black haired man managed to say before he was hauled away from the remains of the stand.
"Whose demon are you anyway 'philia?" The silver haired man said once they put a few feet behind the stand, released the black haired man and brushing his hands against the side of his robe like they were tainted.
"Your's Master." 'phillia grinned appeasingly and when the silver haired man sat at a stone bench outside a bakery, sat close enough to him to get a scowl as the man took a cigarette case from his pant's pocket and a cigarette from the case.
"Mind giving me some space?" He muttered, lighting a match against the stone and lighting the cigarette. The cigarette case dissapeared back into it's pocket, he turned the cigarette around and put it in his mouth, lit end first.
'philia shifted an inch to the side and watched the first tendrils of smoke come snaking out of Master's nostrils, wondering again how he managed to keep his mouth from being singed by the hot ash. Master crossed his eyebrows, tilted his head back and snorted a proper cloud of smoke, curling his upper lip and groaning halfway through it. 'philia tilted his head to the side, stretched a hand toward Master's head and ran a finger from the edge of his eyebrow to the joint that held his jaw closed.
The silver haired man drew his dagger and plunged it into the closest of 'philia's thighs.
'philia looked down at it like it was a baby pidgeon and drew his hand back, a brief hint of dissapointment flashing across his face.
