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It was already late in the evening but the merchant seemed unfazed by the passing of time. He sat, poised and elegant, watching the world around him. He didn’t seem bored but he sat, fingers laced atop the table; below it, he kept his toe tapping to some silent tune in his head. He was tall, by human standards, though while sitting down he didn’t seem particularly threatening. If you didn’t look at his face.
He had graceful features--sharp and refined. His chin and nose tapered to a point, giving him an air of sophistication, but that, combined with his slitted eyes and pointed teeth, there was something undeniably predatory about him. He watched with a hungry gaze and a mischievous, nearly sinister smile. His ears were pointed and were prominent despite being tucked behind his vibrant, multi-colored hair. The most intrusive feature that indicated there was something not human about him were the curling horns protruding from his temples and the oil-slick black scales that brushed his cheeks and forehead. He was well dressed, in a fashion obviously otherworldly, and seemed to enjoy dressing himself up in glistening gemstones.
His stall was somehow both simple and overwhelming; it was only a table with a deep purple cloth over it, but scattered neatly atop it were an array of items that seemed to carry some magical weight to them.
He did not seem intimidated in the slightest and, upon noticing a customer approaching, he smiled.
He did not rise to meet them nor adjust his position in the slightest. He followed them with his fierce eyes.
In a silky voice, he greeted, “Welcome.”
He had graceful features--sharp and refined. His chin and nose tapered to a point, giving him an air of sophistication, but that, combined with his slitted eyes and pointed teeth, there was something undeniably predatory about him. He watched with a hungry gaze and a mischievous, nearly sinister smile. His ears were pointed and were prominent despite being tucked behind his vibrant, multi-colored hair. The most intrusive feature that indicated there was something not human about him were the curling horns protruding from his temples and the oil-slick black scales that brushed his cheeks and forehead. He was well dressed, in a fashion obviously otherworldly, and seemed to enjoy dressing himself up in glistening gemstones.
His stall was somehow both simple and overwhelming; it was only a table with a deep purple cloth over it, but scattered neatly atop it were an array of items that seemed to carry some magical weight to them.
He did not seem intimidated in the slightest and, upon noticing a customer approaching, he smiled.
He did not rise to meet them nor adjust his position in the slightest. He followed them with his fierce eyes.
In a silky voice, he greeted, “Welcome.”
Oh no, he's hot, was the first thought to cross Ryan's mind, and he smiled with an embarrassed blush. Mmm, and that voice... Why had he approached this table, again? It seemed to have relatively few items, and fewer items usually meant more expensive. Unless the guy had run out of stock for the night or something. At least, almost. He definitely saw a few things, but he didn't really take a closer look yet, too entranced by the extraordinarily hot being in front of him.
And "being" seemed to be the right word, for he didn't quite come across as human. Huh. Maybe one of those faeries he was talking to himself about earlier. Or, Ryan, he told himself sternly, this person is just dressing up for the gig like a cosplayer or something. Get it together!
"So... what, uh, kind of stuff have you got here?" he asked weakly, clearing his throat. His voice came out stronger this time, less completely blown away by just how utterly gorgeous this man was. "Sorry, been talking all day. But I could talk to you all night."
Oh Jesus God have mercy. I really just said that. He's probably gonna kill me. Ryan swallowed heavily and gave a sheepish smile. "Sorry again, seems I'm low on impulse control today. I wouldn't mind, uh, just listening to you, either, uh, I mean!" He fake-coughed into his fist, face redder than a firetruck.
"How about a deal, I shut the hell up and you forget everything else I just said?" he joked weakly.
