Words: 5348
Rating: 10+
Warnings: Some unintentional misgendering
Notes: And a final gift piece. This friend wanted a conman and atrocious alias, so here we go. I added in my own loved trope of platonic touching, and created one of the pieces I’m more proud of- it’s definitely awkward in spots, but I think it works quite well for what I want.
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“Are you sure about this, Grange?” she asked, peeking around the corner.
“Of course, Kal.” He patted her on the back. “You just go up to those guards, declare yourself, and away we go to riches and fame. You’ve got this!” He adjusted his helmet and rested his hand on his sword, casually, like any bored bodyguard.
“Alright.” Kalrian took a deep breath, fluffed her skirt so it lay nicely, then strutted around the corner with her shoulders back and her head high.
The palace guards eyed her- and Grange, with his equipment- warily. “What business do you have here?”
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