#starry night queue.

AGITATION   //    I NEVER FORGET, I DON’T FORGET, I CAN’T FORGET             — a Rimona Kyun Mix :: listen here.

“Yes.”

“No.”

Objects, at times, belonged with certain people. Even those who claimed to not understand Silas’ line of work, artifacts and items had always been important in some degree or fashion. Family heirlooms, precious gems — no one could deny that they had at least one thing they cherished most and wanted to protect. He hadn’t grown to discover what side of the fence his fellow cubi was on, but the shine of the coins and the engravings meant they were from nowhere other than the Byzantine Empire. Years had passed, Silas knew, since those days that he wondered if Gabriel just wanted to forget. He supposed this was a way to test the waters and discover more about his friend. “Found something interesting,” the cubi stated as he pulled the gold coinage from a cloth just behind his shop desk. They had been there for almost a week at this point, Silas stewing on the idea of forcing the interaction, but decided on the more organic approach, “Picked them off another collector at an estate sale.” Which really meant he forced the man’s hand and got a little snack in the process, cheeks taking on a strawberry hue at the thought, “Thought maybe they deserved to be in your hands instead.”