Selcouth Lands (BL)

Moon-Hidden

    Scaling up the walls, grabbing onto brick by brick as I climbed upward, towards a window ledge belonging to a house that was currently dark and empty. Cold wind whistled past my ear, blowing my unkempt hair back. I looked back up at the sky, exhaling a gust of warm air, as I paused for a bit.

 The sky is covered in slight haze, and a mix of dark hues. Ranging from navy blue to deep purple, with clouds dispersed throughout; as if a child stretched some cotton candy and placed them in the sky. The moon barely shined overhead, and the stars were nowhere in sight, shying away from view. Or maybe it was just light pollution, I don't know.

Never really being educated on things, there was, in fact, a lot I didn't know. Speaking of which, under-education is probably one of the key factors to why I'm currently climbing the wall of a house. 

The house is of an average height, with no fences surrounding it either. The house has a grayish-brown exterior, paired with a white wooden door. Blooming flowers reside in small flower pots—whatever they're called—on a wooden table placed near the entrance. I never really bothered to remember those kinds of stuff, only having involuntarily done so for some. Grass grew here and there, never growing longer than a few centimeters. Overall, the house was pretty neat, seemingly kept in good condition by the owner. 

Around the house, is- you guessed it. Other houses. Flowers of all kinds, trees, and grass, growing here and there. Paired with the dark streetlight winding overhead every mile or so, lighting the neighborhood in dark times, it was a pretty sight, as the other houses belonging to the neighborhood were mostly all taken great care of. 

That's how you know if the people are nice here, by judging what they show to the public, and that only. That's how I know they're rich.

Now about the owner themself, I know very little. I can only base my knowledge on the observations I've made the past week or so, watching the house often. The owner rarely went out, only doing so to buy items or groceries. It seemed that they are an indoors person. 

I can only describe their appearance as someone with light brown hair and cream-colored streaks dyed at the front. Watching from afar, an average person won't be able to gather many details, but I can confidently say that my eyesight is better than an average person's.

 This advantage allowed me to notice that the house owner's eyes were quite special: Heterochromia iridum. To be more specific, complete Heterochromia. A dark taupe-colored eye paired with a grayish-blue one. Another thing to note about said person is that their skin is not quite light, but not really dark either; it has more of a light olive tone. They also dress quite fancily, a clear indicator of slight wealth. Which honestly isn't really the best, but still works, as the wealthier is more secure.

 I grabbed onto another brownish brick, slightly loose like the others, enough for me to grab onto, but not enough to fall out. The window came more and more into view as I climbed, until the wooden ledge was just right overhead. There was no need to take things slow or cautiously, as I had repeated the same actions over and over again. From fences of gated areas, to walls of tall buildings, from window to window, many different kinds of modern architecture I have seen and touched, though never once have any of them belonged to me.

My hands touched the window ledge as I lifted myself up, leg swinging upward before I grabbed onto the window, and is forced to press against it. I paused, noticing the rips and tears in my pants and sweater. I'll probably try to save up and buy new ones by the start of the next month. Yes, I'm poor, but I'm also a thief. I would be an idiot if I only spent the stolen money on food; although I don't usually spend much on clothes either. 

I focused back on what I was doing, and slowly lifted the clear panes, momentarily feeling warm air from the heaters inside the house before cold air made their way into the home. 

I lowered myself onto the floor from my crouched position, a slight thud sounding as I did so. Not that I'm too worried about the noise, as the owner of the house is currently out—

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      When I lifted my head up, my eyes surveyed the dark room, meeting another pair of eyes as I did so.  Enough moonlight that occupied the room shone on the pair of eyes and I. The barely distinguishable hair that was obviously dyed in the front, belonging to a person that stood in between the shadow and light. Said person held an object in hand, near a pair of mismatched eyes.

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Authors note- HIII!! FINALLY GOT MY AHH UP TO WRITE THE CHAPTER!! :)

I DIDN'T CHECK THIS ONE FOR MISTAKES AS MUCH AS I DID FOR THE LAST ONE, SO SRY FOR MISTAKES. PLS GIVE ADVICE AND POINT OUT SAID MISTAKES!!

ONCE AGAIN, THIS IS SHORT ASF BUT I'M LAZY OKAY?! IT'S ALSO LONGER THAN THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER although it was just a preview..

(The urge to publish every once in an eclipse because of low views, but then I remember I have @-Cidxr- Thank you for your support, pookie.)

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Have a nice life, bye. <3

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