He's burning to ask how Keelan feels. Fae remembers the trill of his first escape in crisp, vivid detail. Terror stitched through hope and exhilaration. It's an addictive feeling, one that Fae's very existence has become almost entirely focused on chasing. He wonders if Keelan regrets anything now that he's outside, or if the triumph of coming this far has only stoked the fire Fae set alight inside of him.
Still, despite their success, they aren't quite out of trouble yet. So Fae holds off questions in favor of pulling them further away from the estate. Even if those idiot guards have managed to keep up their ruse until now, he's certain they won't be out-thinking someone like Zeke for long. It's only a matter of time until he realizes what he's lost.
Or rather, what's been taken.
Being so late at night, the city is sparse - no crowd to disappear in - but they do have the advantage of darkness. He doesn't imagine Keelan knows the streets of Hightown particularly well, but luckily for them, Fae's past made certain he knew every crook and crevice intimately well. He dips them expertly in and out of alleyways, around the hot spill of lamplight and through the thick cover of shadows - a world he's all too familiar with.
The ease of his movements might seem suspicious to Keelan, but Fae hopes he'll attribute it to the fact that he's succeed in escape before. Getting too deep into his past can get messy, and he has no reason to allow the other man in that far regardless.
At the moment though, Keelan is his concern, as well as finding someplace safe so he can recover from his injuries. He has an idea in mind that he's guiding them towards, one that becomes sharply obvious when they enter the red light district and Fae is pulling them towards a building draped with rose-embroidered tapestries.
The Blooming Rose.
Hightown's brothel.
"I know people here," Fae explains, though he isn't looking at Keelan, too busy keeping his eyes out for bystanders as he trails along the side of the building, towards a back entrance. "They'll help," he does look back now, to tap Keelan's silk bag, "but they'll probably want something in return."
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Still, despite their success, they aren't quite out of trouble yet. So Fae holds off questions in favor of pulling them further away from the estate. Even if those idiot guards have managed to keep up their ruse until now, he's certain they won't be out-thinking someone like Zeke for long. It's only a matter of time until he realizes what he's lost.
Or rather, what's been taken.
Being so late at night, the city is sparse - no crowd to disappear in - but they do have the advantage of darkness. He doesn't imagine Keelan knows the streets of Hightown particularly well, but luckily for them, Fae's past made certain he knew every crook and crevice intimately well. He dips them expertly in and out of alleyways, around the hot spill of lamplight and through the thick cover of shadows - a world he's all too familiar with.
The ease of his movements might seem suspicious to Keelan, but Fae hopes he'll attribute it to the fact that he's succeed in escape before. Getting too deep into his past can get messy, and he has no reason to allow the other man in that far regardless.
At the moment though, Keelan is his concern, as well as finding someplace safe so he can recover from his injuries. He has an idea in mind that he's guiding them towards, one that becomes sharply obvious when they enter the red light district and Fae is pulling them towards a building draped with rose-embroidered tapestries.
The Blooming Rose.
Hightown's brothel.
"I know people here," Fae explains, though he isn't looking at Keelan, too busy keeping his eyes out for bystanders as he trails along the side of the building, towards a back entrance. "They'll help," he does look back now, to tap Keelan's silk bag, "but they'll probably want something in return."