Nihilistic Rage: Slippery Hands

Markets weren’t really a thing where Silas came from. So when Vernon and Avalon had invited him to come along to the guild’s market he was skeptical. Meeting up with them at the front he was met with a very beautiful-looking Avalon and a very smitten Vernon, who had her arm neatly tucked on his bicep. 

“Nice of you to show up, kid.” Vernon chuckles. 

“You’re only 3 years older than I am, I'm not a kid.” Silas groans, fixing his jacket hood. “And on a technicality, I’d technically be older since my timeline is further in the future.”

“Last time I checked, 26 is still younger than 29. No matter if it’s because you were born in the 1990’s or the late 80’s of year twenty-two eighty whatever.” Vernon says, gaining a giggle out of Avalon.

"You are both young compared to me." The Nymph giggles, holding tighter onto Vernon's arm. "I am boundless of time along with our other God compatriot." Vernon was so smitten with Avalon right now that Silas could have hurled all over the floor. 

"Let's just get this over with," Silas grumbles starting to peruse the stalls. Each table was filled with different trinkets and bobbles, some holding food and others with potions. It really was a mix of tables, crafts, and talents. "What even is a market?" 

"Do you really not know what a market is?" Vernon asks, chuckling at the boy's weird distasteful wonder. His own eyes looking at the stalls with his lovely lady friend. 

"A market is a place where wonderfully talented people can sell their wares." Avalon says, stopping Vernon to look at some gorgeous pearl-laden jewelry. "These earrings are gorgeous." Vernon's hands respectfully rest on her waist as she looks, his eyes captivated by the jewelry she pointed out. 

"Why don't you go peruse the booths? Find something cool to get." The cowboy asks glancing at the 26-year-old. 

"Yeah yeah, I know when I'm third wheeling." Silas waves the unofficial couple off as he heads further into the market. The deeper he heads into the market the more interesting the products seem to get. Highly specialized tools and weapons lay in the open and fresh for the taking. Baked deserts and sketchy potions catch the eye of rather interesting individuals. Silas wasn't much interested in any of what was offered here. That was until he came across the glimmering gold of rings and metal flowers. The street rat in him is tempted to grab and run, but the face behind the booth warns him against it. "If it isn't the God of misfortune." Silas mocks. 

"You're funny young man." Chrysus feigns a laugh. "Enjoy what you see?"

"I'm assuming you've made all these? Where'd you get the flowers?" He asks, carefully picking up a few metal flowers. 

"With my own sweat and blood." He leans back in his seat. "Who would have known gold-plated flowers would be such a hit?" The God jokes, knowing well what gold does to people alike. 

"More like your weird unfortunate curse-inhabited body." Silas slips on a few of the different rings. The gold contrasts with his all-black and red attire. "How much?" With wiggling fingers, he admires the shine. 

"15 gold a piece. But since you have been particularly kind today you may take them for nothing." Chrysus nods, his fingers busy making more rings. 

"Now you're a God I think I could get behind worshiping." Silas laughs, taking that free offer too literally. His hands grabbed a few more things than what he had originally been offered. The God of gold laughs shaking his head. 

"We both know you would never stoop as low to willingly follow a God." 

"I'm glad you know me that well then." Silas smirks shoving his hands and the goods he'd partially stolen into his pockets. "I hope your day at the market is plentiful in riches Christos." He mocks slightly, beginning to head back to find Vernon and Avalon. 

"And I hope no one else catches you stealing from them hoodlum." The God chuckles once more. "Good day, Nathaniel." The young man cannot help but cringe at his full first name being used. On his meandering jaunt back to find his friends he does happen to steal a few more items here and there. Most is food since that is the one he feels least guilty about. With freshly stolen cookies now shoved in his mouth he meets back with his friends. 

"You've been busy." Vernon says, a tinge of disappointment in his tone knowing damn well Silas had stolen most of the goods he'd gotten at the market. 

"Markets are pretty cool, we should come for longer next time." Silas grins, mouth full.