i could steal mars from the moon [heist baddies]

I've got hollow bones, the kind that ache with hunger whenever I see something I don't need. I'm a man who's wanted for nothing, it's always been about pride. That's why we've rented an apartment to fill with dirty little secrets, trophies destined to rot in stale air. Sometimes precious things find their way beneath hoards of pointless treasure, but I'm quick to burn those away. There's no room for heartstrings in our purgatory.

Three weeks. It takes three weeks to steal a boat, if you were wondering. Sand wedging its way between my toes as I watch high tide roll into low into high again. I don't know the Captain's name, it's surprising how little those end up mattering. He's got a drinking problem and too many nightmares. It takes a whiskey bottle and a half to lull himself to sleep; he doesn't believe he deserves good things because he eats oyster crackers without the soup and is always rubbing at a golden locket but never looks inside.

We're all good people underneath the scars so I've long since stopped caring about hurting them. The way my chest throbs when I see him emerge from his quarters with a red-tinged gaze is soon lost within a rush of adrenaline. Hungry eyes soaking up each bit of fresh information it offers because my curse has always been that I'll never let myself forget. It's only him at night, they dock for a week between the months and he lets his sailors go see their families.

If he has one, he hasn't gone to them any night I've watched him.

Tonight I come wearing a mask, blank except for a question mark smeared in running ink. It takes a moment to adjust to seeing through the fine mesh over the eyes, but I've done this so many times now that it's almost like coming home. Tonight I carve another scar into a broken man because no one ever asks if you deserve them.

And I want his fucking boat.

We've never stolen one before.

"She finally arrives." I don't turn to look at X though I hear her approach, watching the waves run royal blue and slinging an arm around her shoulder. Like a parasite I draw strength directly from the source. "I've already set a charge, did you really think you could have talked me out of it?"

I rest my head against hers."Twenty seconds to think of a wish."

"my mind's like a deadly disease"