Tailor wakes up to a sharp stab to his cheek, "Ow! What was-"

He looks down and sees that he's bound to a chair by something that definitely isn't rope. It's soft against his exposed skin, and golden as the sun. Tailor struggles against it and follows the trail of silver strands up to a rafter that is engulfed in shadow, "Is this... Is this hair?" "Struggling is pointless!"

"Huh?"

The person leaps to the ground in a series of practiced jumps, and Tailor would be impressed if he wasn't so weirded out. They're still blanketed in darkness, and though they have the upper hand, they sound a little frightened when they speak, "I know why you're here, and I'm not afraid of you."

"What?" Tailor is definitely confused now.

Slowly the person steps into the light. It's a boy, his legs are wrapped in the tightest black fabric that Tailor has ever seen. Tailor didn't even know that men's legs could look that curvy, and they're strong. His tunic is made of thin dark purple material, short sleeved, and it hangs off both of his shoulders. Tailor can see his collar bones, and even his chest bones, but the guy is not skinny. He's wiry muscle, he has obvious biceps and when he takes another step closer the shirt flutters closer to his skin and Tailor realizes he has defined abdominal muscles as well. His face is sharp angles, killer cheek bones and wide purple-blue eyes. Tailor surprises himself by the fact that he isn't surprised that all this silver hair is from this guy. It's not the best color for him, Tailor thinks he'd be hotter as a brunette, but frankly, this stranger is the most attractive man Tailor has ever seen.

"Who are you?" He says, hefting up a frying pan that Tailor didn't even notice until now, "And how did you find me?"

A strangled sound comes out of Tailor's mouth. Inside, he cringes at how uncool he must look.

"Who are you? And how did you find me?" The man repeats, moving closer.

Tailor clears his throat, "I know not who you are, nor how I came to find you, but may I just say...Hi."

The man looks startled as Tailor pulls his best flirt face, "What?"

"How you doing? My names Tailor Sharpshooter. How's your day going?"

"I-" Keith huffs and brings the frying pan closer to Tailor's face, "Who else knows my location,

Tailor Sharpshooter?"

"Alright, platinum-"

"Keith."

"Gesundheit." Tailor smirks, "Look, I was in a situation. Running through the forest, I came across your tower, and- oh! Oh no! Where is my satchel?!"

Now it's Keith's turn to smirk, "I've hidden it. Somewhere you'll never find it."

Tailor arches a brow and looks around, "It's in that pot, isn't it?"

Admittedly, he wasn't prepared for the frying pan this time either.

When a tongue wakes him up this time, he turns and sees a small chameleon on his shoulder, he shakes his body, "Will you stop that?"

Pidge runs off and over to Keith, where she rests on his shoulder. The man smirks, "Now its hidden where you'll never find it. So, what do you want with my hair? To cut it? Sell it?!"

"What?" Tailor yells. "No! Listen, the only thing I want to do with your hair, is to get out of it!"

"Wait. You don't want my hair?"

"Why on Earth would I want your hair?" Tailor is starting to wonder if this guy is even sane, "Look. I was being chased, I saw a tower, I climbed it. End of story."

"You're telling the truth?" Keith points the frying pan at Tailor's face.

"Yes!"

Pidge run from Keith's shoulder to the edge of the frying pan and stares in Tailors eyes, then looks back at Keith and nods. The two of them then back away from Tailor and over to the opposite side of the tower.

"I know I need someone to take me!"

Pidge huffs a breath.

"I think he's telling the truth too. He doesn't have fangs."

Pidge gives him her best disapproving look, and Keith knows she is trying to convey that he could still be evil.

"Well what choice do I have?"

Keith turns back around, "Alright, Tailor Sharpshooter. I'm willing to offer you a deal." "Deal?!"

"Look this way."

Keith pulls the chair with his hair, but instead of simply turning, the chair spins and falls, Tailor lands on his face, "Ugh!"

"Do you know what these are?"

"You mean the lantern thing they do for the prince?" His voice is slightly messed up from how squished his face is.

"Lanterns!" Keith breathes, glancing back at his painting, "I knew they weren't stars! Well tomorrow evening they will light the night sky. You will act as my guide, take me to the lanterns, return me home safely. Then, and only then, will I return your satchel to you. That is my deal."

Tailor laughs and twists sharply, getting the chair up on one side, "Unfortunately, no can do. The kingdom and I aren't exactly simpatico at the moment so I won't be taking you anywhere."

"What the-"

"Listen here, Tailor Sharpshooter. Something brought you here. Call it what you will, fate, destiny..."

"A horse." Tailor deadpans.

"So I have made the decision to trust you."

Tailor shook his head, "A horrible decision really."

"But trust me when I tell you this." Keith yanks the chair closer and suddenly the two of them are eye to eye, "You can tear this tower apart, brick by brick, but without my help, you will never find your precious satchel."

Tailor clears his throat, "Let me get this straight. I take you to see the lanterns, bring you back home, and you'll give me back my satchel?"

"I promise."

Tailor narrows his eyes.

"When I promise something, I never, ever, break that promise."

Tailor arches a brow then sighs, "Alright, listen, I didn't want to have to do this but you leave me no choice. Here comes the smolder."

Keith is about to question him when Tailor looks down, then back up. His eyebrows are furrowed slightly, his cerulean eyes are nearly burning with some unspoken emotion, and his lips are pressed together tightly like he's about to say something.

Keith doesn't waver.

Tailor holds the expression, "This is kind of an off day for me, this doesn't normally happen. Fine!I'll take you to see the lanterns!"

"Really?" Keith grins, letting go of the chair in his excitement, which leaves Tailor to face plant again. "Oops."

"You broke my smolder." Tailor groans from the ground. 

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