#we talk abt your girlies simping for my thieves

[feveredblurs]

@apaise​​​​​ ( continued. )

after the crew’s ventures left the gala in complete disarray, beatriz was forced into a strategic exit. she trusted her skills enough to hide in the shadows and stay on castle grounds without being found – but mai wouldn’t allow her to act so recklessly.

“ you can come back for your sweetheart once the panic dies down, ” she had told her. an order, not a request. even bea knew better than to cross the head of their crew. with no time for a proper goodbye, she settled for hurriedly scribbling a message for ellise and slipping it in her hand, before disappearing into the crowd.

having targeted such high-profile guests, it took far longer than anticipated for searches in the area to stop. it was well into the next night when bea finally slipped out of the inn the crew was staying at and made for the castle. there were guards patrolling the gardens, as expected, but bea found no difficult in slipping past them, making use of the royal family’s vast garden as her cover.

the climb to ellise’s room does prove more of a challenge tonight. her legs lack their usual strength, with bea giving them no reprieve after such a demanding job. she couldn’t wait to see ellise. rest could come later.

she finds the princess about to return to her chambers. softly calling out to her is enough for ellise to turn around – and greet her with a warm smile. beatriz is so entranced by the lovely sight, it takes her a second to realize she’d been staying out in the open. it was far too dangerous to draw attention to themselves right now.

it’s impossible not to smile at ellise’s quick counter, her playfulness never failing to charm the thief. “ ah, yes. terribly contagious – so i’ve heard, ” bea offers a jest of her own, taking ellise’s hand in her own. “ i’m so relieved you got out unscathed. ”

head shakes at the other’s concern, feeling undeserving of it for a moment. were beatriz not so enamored with the princess, she would’ve been a target of their crew. she’d be cursing bea rather than watch her with such loving eyes. how far could their soft spot for each other carry them? for how long?

“ no offense, your guards couldn’t catch me if i stood right in front of them and danced the polka. ” an amusing idea. perhaps she’d try it next time.

“ here. ” bea’s free hand slips into her pocket and pulls out a golden bracelet, adorned with small sapphires. she makes quick work of sliding it around ellise’s wrist, never letting go of her hand. “ perfect, ” she mumbles in quiet admiration, gentle smile on her lips. “ it looks beautiful on you – just don’t ask me where i got it. ”