Rimlaine Bandit au

Part 1

"Ah, what a boring event..." Rimbaud sighed as he swished around the tequila in his cup. "Rimbaud there's a special guest I want you to meet." Rimbauds father, Frederic called out. "Mm?" Rimbaud make a questioning sound as he walked over to Frederic and a suspicious blonde, his hair was put in a ponytail with a small braid trailing from the left top side of his head to the ponytail, his specimen was a tall, handsome man, one that could make anyone fall in love with in a instant. "Hello." The blonde greeted Rimbaud, kissing his hand and bowing. "Oh— uh hi..what's your name if I may ask..?" Rimbaud whispered with a faint blush on his face as he felt the blonde kiss his hand. "Paul Verlaine. But you can call me Paul. What about you?" Paul looked up at Rimbaud after kissing his hand, getting back up from one knee.

 "I'm Arthur Rimbaud, but if you want, call me Rimbaud." Rimbaud smiled warmly at the gesture after a while of processing."He is a rich man, coming from a deceased family, it must have been hard taking care of yourself all alone." Frederic said with sympathy as he took a sip of his drink. "It was not hard, I much prefer being alone anyways." Paul chuckled as he put his left hand in his pocket. "Well..at least you are alright now." Rimbaud smiled slightly as he trielend his finger around some of his long, black hair.

 "Huh.." Paul stared at Rimbaud for a while, mesmerized. "Your— your beautiful." Paul said in awe as he just stared at Rimbaud. Rimbauds face flushed red after processing what Paul just said. "I—thank you..your quite handsome yourself." Rimbaud smiled a little, twirling his finger around his hair a little more.

"Thank you." Paul took a sip of his wine before setting it down on a nearby table. There was a large upstairs staircase that leased to the Rimbaud families rooms and belongings, the stairs had a red carpet carefully placed on it and the stairs that were not covered with the red carpet were shining beautifully in the lights of the mansion.

 "I'll go to the bathroom really quick." Paul looked at the stairs and made sure Rimbaud and Frederic were distracted. Paul ran up the stairs, not gaining any suspicion from the guests or the Rimbaud family. "My god— I better get a raise." Paul sighed as he ran into the safe room and took out a note that had the passcode on it. "H6Z281.." Paul read the passcode out loud as he put it in the keypad.

 "Access granted." The robot automatic voice said as the safe opened to reveal beautiful artifacts. "That's where they were.." Paul grabbed the artifacts and put it in his bag. Paul made sure the safe was empty as he walked onto the balcony to look at the large, bright moon."The moons bright.." Paul stared at the moon, mesmerized. 

The moon reminded him of Rimbaud, it reminded him of Rimbauds beautiful long black hair and his eyes. "Stay right there criminal!" Some guards with black suits ran to the balcony with weapons. "Ah shit." Paul looked at the guards then stood on the rim of the balcony. "Well, my time here is over, goodbye." Paul whistled as he let himself fall of the brim of the balcony, holding onto some vines that were able to support his weight, making a safe land.