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Post by ROBIN SILAS HOOD on Apr 7, 2015 19:54:55 GMT
The first dream Robin had featured Mary. As usual. But it was unusually dark, and twisted, and scared Robin senseless. Then next featured the guards, except they surrounded him, choking him till he saw nothing but darkness. The last featured Helen. Light and darkness blending in, and Robin didn't know how to make of it. So he didn't. Instead he went to the tavern, and drank. Most nights he drank till he felt nothing could reach, but tonight was not one of those nights. He only had one pint of beer. He just needed courage, not temporary peace. Pulling himself over the railing, Robin landed onto the porch with a small thump, a groan following his landing. It was raining quite heavily, and the colors had began to blend together till he spotted the familiar marble mansion, and now he was closer to rest then he had been at home. Pushing himself up, Robin spot the collecting water out of his mouth, and pulled the window in front of him, open. It wasn't the same room as before, it was only the second floor, barely off the floor. Robin slid himself into the room, small water droplets make a puddle on the floor as he stood in the warm room. Closing the window behind him, Robin pushed back his head, his head now water, and combed back to avoid any vision problems. Robin untied the front of his armored jacket, letting it hang on him rather then strapped to his body. The archer walked out of the room, his eyes washing over the empty halls, listening in for any sounds, and heading down the stairs when he heard nothing. It had been a few days, making it close to a week when he'd last seen the mysterious blonde woman. The archer needed answers, and for some reason, she was a puzzle to them. She by far could not have all the answers, but she could certainly lead him in the right direction. Jogging down the stairs, Robin headed to the kitchen, and began opening up the cabinets. Fancy, fancy, fancy-what do ya know? Robin stopped searching through the cabinets, and instead picked up a small bowl from the counter. Fresh bread sticks. Perhaps her maids just left? Either way they weren't going to waist. Biting into a stick, Robin hummed happily as he made his way to the lounge room in the distance, intending to get comfortable on the couch. As he walked, he noticed that he passed a small room that seemed to be filled with bottles. Robin stopped in his tracks. Wait. Back tracking to the room, Robin smirked as he pushed through the door and began looking through the various bottles of wine, and champagne. Robin stopped when he found a very rich, and very extravagant red wine. Picking up the bottle, Robin easily popped off the top, putting the opening to his mouth, gulping down some wine before finally reaching the lounge room and lying sideways on a big leather couch. And now, he waits. HELEN KATRINA SAVAGE |
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Post by HELEN KATRINA SAVAGE on Apr 7, 2015 20:58:02 GMT
[googlefont="Open Sans Condensed:300"] NIGHTMARE DRESSED LIKE A DAYDREAM [attr="class","next"] They were boring her. As Helen sat across the table from some of the men that her brother hung around, she grew increasingly tired of the whole thing. She reached up, brushing a hand over her blonde hair as she tucked it behind her ear. It was late, she had been drinking and she felt like she wanted to go home. The back room of the tavern — reserved for the elites of elite was where she frequented, but now it felt claustrophobic and consuming. “ It's been nice boys, but I've got to get going. Beauty sleep and all the jazz.” She said, standing and grabbing the fur that she had hung around the back of her chair. It was the same one that she insisted upon wearing out — the fox furs. She hadn’t let the jacket leave her sight ever since Archie had broken in a few weeks ago. Hook stood up and helped her into her jacket, his hands lingering a touch too long on her bare shoulders and she glared at him, “At ease, James.” She snipped, pulling her jacket entirely closer around her body as she walked out of the tavern. It took her longer to get home than normal, partially because she kept stepping in mud puddles. By the end of it, she had throw caution to the wind and abandoned her shoes, carrying them to the door of her house as she unlocked it carelessly. Life had been so boring lately! Where was the excitement? The adventure? The queens were keeping her busy with mundane work, but it could only placate her for so long. She threw her shoes in the foyer and made her way upstairs, her wet feet mixing with the already wet staircase. It wasn’t until she got to the very top that she realized something was off. There was a puddle of water a few feet in front of her, looming like a red flag. She turned, taking the stairs as quickly as she could and followed the droplets of water that didn’t belong to her right until she reached the lounge. “Archie.” She knew it — he was the only one who had the audacity to try something like this twice. Here he was, lounging on her couch like he owned the place. His wet clothes were going to ruin the leather. But of course, he probably had no idea. He was probably oblivious to the whole thing. And yet, he was the strange cure to her chronic boredom. “That better not be my favorite bottle of Merlot that you’ve got your mouth all over.” She said as she reached forward and flicked on the lamp next to the couch, her eyes on his. “Come to return the necklace or take something else?”
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Post by ROBIN SILAS HOOD on Apr 7, 2015 21:21:33 GMT
Robin had spent so much time on the leather couch, he almost didn't notice when the woman came home. She looked a bit, drowned too. At least Robin wasn't in it alone. The man looked up from his halfway empty bowl of bread stick, half a stick laying in his mouth, holding up the bottle in question. "Oh this? I tend to have a knack for grabbing your favorite things don't I?" Robin ignored the instant sense of relief when the woman came into view. He also couldn't ignore the overwhelming sense of guilt that seemed to choke him alive. The archer sat up in the chair, taking a moment to really look at the woman. Her hair, which Robin last remembered it being straight, and incredibly too styled, laid wet and curly, which seemed to make her eyes even more blue. She was attractive. Robin wasn't blinded, obviously. But he also wasn't an idiot, and wouldn't get distracted. "Oh, your necklace? It's long gone, sweet heart. But I'm sure you can buy another." He chuckled, chewing the end of the bread before shaking the somewhat empty bowl. "Now these? You definitely need to buy more, well buy more maids, so they can make these. Because these are simply amazing." He mocked, grabbing the wine bottle from the side before taking another long swig before holding out the bottle with a small burp, followed by a grimace. "Sorry, love. I'm usually much more-" Another burp. "Sophisticated, but I'm a bit..troubled right now. I'm sure you understand. Do you want some? I'm sure it'll relax that nasal little mind of yours." HELEN KATRINA SAVAGE |
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Post by HELEN KATRINA SAVAGE on Apr 7, 2015 22:23:49 GMT
[googlefont="Open Sans Condensed:300"] NIGHTMARE DRESSED LIKE A DAYDREAM [attr="class","next"] ”Barbarian.” Helen muttered as she watched him look up at her with a breadstick hanging out of his mouth. It wasn’t anything classy like a cigarette. She was just too stunned to grab the bottle back. Stunned that he was here again, in her house, uninvited. Something struck her as mysterious about the whole ordeal. He was her mystery man, her night time visitor, and she hadn’t even slept with him. As he sat up, she took an involuntary step backwards, stumbling ever so slightly on the rug. Perhaps she had drank more than she thought — she wasn’t normally so clumsy. Her bright eyes stared back at him and they seemed frozen like that for a little while. She wasn’t sure what he was looking at — she reached up to crinkle her hair as a few droplets of water fell from it onto the floor. He was a handsome thing — she had almost forgotten in the few days that he hadn’t been breaking into her house. The tanned skin, the dark eyes that seemed to pierce her with a striking amount of power. “You’re going to buy me a new one. Maybe you can make it out of tree branches because that looks like the only thing the likes of you can afford. What are you, house-squatting?” She muttered. As he flung around the bowl she gritted her teeth, trying her hardest not to growl or snap at him. It was frustrating that he had eaten her breadsticks. She would need Nana, her housemaid, to make more, “You can’t just buy more Nana’s, you imbecile.” Around the moment that ‘Archie’ burped, she hiccuped. And again, right on cue. Helen finally grabbed the bottle of Merlot and held it to her chest as if she were cradling a small baby. Was she drunk? No, she assured herself, straightening her back as she pointed her finger at him, “Get out. I already told the WPA about you. They’re on your case. Straight to Ellen Parr herself. Stolen necklace. Broken light.” Helen said. But it was full of lack luster — this was the most exciting thing that had happened to her all week. She pressed the bottle to her lips and took a swig — yes, it was certainly her favorite blend.
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Post by ROBIN SILAS HOOD on Apr 7, 2015 22:41:27 GMT
"My name is Robin." He called out, his eyes watching her grow flustered in amusement. "Not barbarian, or imbecile, or 'house squatter'. It's Robin." He said, eating the last of the bread sticks before placing the bowl behind him on the desk before linking his fingers. "If only you were as pretty inside as you are on the out." He said, groaning as he lounged back in the chair, his linked hands coming to rest on his stomach. Robin listened to her ramble for a while, playing with his fingers, until she mentioned the WPA. He froze, remembering exactly who worked for the WPA, and how easy it'd be for her to find him. He just wondered if Mary would leave alone, or with him in shackles. Robin refused to look at Helen, knowing the woman would probably pick up on his uneasiness and use it to his benefit. "That is no way to treat your favorite visitor." He mumbled, sending her a kiss from his slouched position. "Tell me, does your extravagant bottle of wine taste like the softest rose petals against your lips? Because technically, since you drank after me, you're kissing me. And I'm a exquisite one." HELEN KATRINA SAVAGE |
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Post by HELEN KATRINA SAVAGE on Apr 7, 2015 23:09:43 GMT
[googlefont="Open Sans Condensed:300"] NIGHTMARE DRESSED LIKE A DAYDREAM [attr="class","next"] Robin — like the song bird. She cocked her head slightly. Was she supposed to give him her name now? Surely he knew the woman that he was robbing. “Helen.” She said, pretending to be absorbed in tracing the pattern of the ornate oriental rug that was underneath her feet. Suddenly she looked up at him again, as if she was expecting the whole thing to be different. She expected him not to be the kind to steal from her home and eat her breadsticks. But alas, it was all just wishful thinking. “Savage. Helen Savage. You should probably know the person that you’ve been stealing from, right?” Helen wasn’t sure what to do, standing in the middle of the room, watching as he practically took over her living quarters. She could tell him to leave again, but she assumed that he wouldn’t. Biting down on her lip she waited for her answer. But that’s when she noticed it. She knew she had struck a chord when he stopped moving. She wasn’t sure the entirety of the time he had been here he had stopped fidgeting, but there he was — frozen in his seat, “Said they’d send someone after you as soon as they could.” She returned, liking the idea of sticking her finger in a festering wound and making sure that it couldn’t heal. Whatever it was that bothered him about the WPA she would figure it out — although she assumed it was largely due to the fact that Robin was a thief. She nodded along, the wine did taste rather good. And then she realized where he was going with it, “Woah there, Archie.” She said, still keeping her nickname for him, despite the fact that she now knew what his name was. She waved her hand in front of her face, as if she was shooing away the kiss that he had tried to blow in her direction. There would be none of that. With two step forward and one to the side, she made it to the large arm chair that was across the room from him, where she could watch his every move. “What do you want? Because if you want to kiss me that badly, you’ve certainly gone to a lot of trouble just for that.”
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Post by ROBIN SILAS HOOD on Apr 7, 2015 23:42:24 GMT
Helen. Robin repeated it in his head, till it sounded familiar. It fitted her well enough. It rolled on his tongue, like he was meant to say it his whole life. How ironic. Robin remained silent, refraining from biting back from her attempts of bothering him with the WPA. She really thinks she's getting under skin about the organization? No, he knew how it worked, and secretly, he wasn't bothering the innocent and the WPA knew that. They weren't a problem. Mary was. She was explicitly righteous, and even if she believed what he was doing was okay, she wouldn't let it continue because she knows it's messing up the balance. Robin had stopped stealing for a while, attempting to make his own money and give it to the poor instead, and that's how the problems started. One of the problems. Maybe he was meant to be alone. Robin's face remained stoic, his eyes flashing to her, as she sat down in front of him. He hardly remembered the joke he said, when Mary came to mind. Robin for a small second wondered if he was bipolar. Because it seemed like he changed when around Helen. Like he wasn't a partial alcohol, who drank too much, and robbed people on a daily basis to give it away. As if he didn't leave in a cabin in the middle of the woods, sometimes hoping he wouldn't wake up. Robin would never say it, but he was trash. He thought so too, in the darkest corners of his mind, where the alcohol couldn't reach, and he'd just sit there in his thoughts. Like he is now. Robin sighed deeply, digging his hands in his hair. "You sure it's not you that wants to kiss me. It was you that asked to see me in my underwear, just a few days ago." HELEN KATRINA SAVAGE
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Post by HELEN KATRINA SAVAGE on Apr 8, 2015 19:13:23 GMT
[googlefont="Open Sans Condensed:300"] NIGHTMARE DRESSED LIKE A DAYDREAM [attr="class","next"]He was quiet when she brought it up again, prompting her to abandon the conversation. If he wasn’t going to bite back it was no fun to poke fun at him. Reaching up, she tucked some of her hair behind her ear. It was still damp from the outside rain — and it sounded like it was still going, thundering against the roof of her house. But they were safe, here. ”I’m sure it’s not me who wants to kiss you.” She said, practically trying to cram her words over top of his. There was not a fiber in her body that wanted to kiss him. Stop lying to yourself, Helen. He’s the most exciting thing that’s marched through your door…erm window since you’ve been here. “Plus, you’re the one who saw mine.” She countered standing up and grabbing the bottom of the large arm chair, she drug it forward a few more feet so she was closer to him. What was she trying to see? If there was something else under there? Something that he was hiding? He was a crook! She should have just gone for the WPA already. She was sure that there were a few of them wandering around the Tavern tonight. But she didn’t want to. She briefly thought about the Queens and the mission that they had assigned her next — looking into the WPA and ins inner workings. They were apparently very concerned about the state of affairs there. So part of her reporting him had been for her own work, not even because she was mad that he had stolen one of her necklaces. “Look, sugar—“ She stood up and grabbed one of the matches from the fireplace’s mantle and threw it into the wood that was already there waiting. It caught some of the kindling underneath alight and soon a warm fire was blazing. Helen slipped off her furs and let them fall to the ground, the light of the flames now dancing on her shoulders. “Let’s just call it a night. The breadsticks are yours, now scram.” She glanced at him from over her shoulder, trying to ignore the way the light played strange tricks on her mind; his handsomeness was not a factor in all of this.
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Post by ROBIN SILAS HOOD on Apr 8, 2015 22:02:08 GMT
"Whatever you say, Helen." Robin chuckled, from his seat as he watched Helen move through the room, her fur coat falling to the ground, the fire resting against her slim figure. Robin should be worried about why she seemed so..magnetic. Maybe because she could keep up with his banter? Or did she remind him of Mary? Was he lonely? All of the above. Robin couldn't figure it out. "Looking, and acting are two very different things.." Robin said, his eyes guiltily falling over Helen's figure. Robin groaned, forcing his eyes away and pushing himself up from the chair. He wasn't completely dry, but he wasn't wet either. A nasty middle place. Robin would love to change, take a hot shower, and rest in the biggest bed he could find, but suddenly, he didn't have the luxury. Standing on his feet, Robin walked around the chairs, and stood in front of Helen, by the fire. He liked the way the flames perfectly reflected in her eyes, how her curly blonde hair became a dark bronze. He liked it way too much. "Why so fast to throw me out Helen? I just want to learn more about you." The archer said, sending an exaggerated pout as he pealed off his equiped leather gear, and tossed it to the couch beside him, before returning his gaze to Helen, a troublesome glint in his eyes. "Unless I make you nervous, Helen?" HELEN KATRINA SAVAGE <3 |
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Post by HELEN KATRINA SAVAGE on Apr 9, 2015 6:00:54 GMT
[googlefont="Open Sans Condensed:300"] NIGHTMARE DRESSED LIKE A DAYDREAM [attr="class","next"] She liked the way it sounded on his lips — he name of course. Everything else that he was saying seemed like empty filler text to her. But maybe there was a part of him that had been right. Maybe Helen did want to kiss the dangerous mad men who kept breaking into her house for nothing more than the satisfaction of knowing she could. She smirked, her eyes catching his as he apparently appraised ‘the goods.’ Ridiculous — he was just like every other man in town, but surprisingly enough she didn’t mind his looking. It wasn’t invasive like some or abrasive like others. It was simply curiosity mixed with something else…something she couldn’t quite put her finger on. He was standing in front of her and she had the strangest urge to reach out and touch his face. She mildly entertained the thought of slapping him just for the sake of everything that he had done to her over the past couple of weeks. They stood there, staring at one another and she felt lost — well, lost and found at the same time. Somewhere in those brown eyes, she seemed to have found footing. He wasn’t the strange and elusive robber who had stolen her favorite necklace, food and bottle of wine, but the mysterious Robin. She smirked ever so slightly. Helen watched his dexterous fingers as they unbuckled the leather and Robin tossed them aside like they were nothing. In fact, Helen thought it felt rather like a strip tease. Her cheeks warmed with a blush at the very thought, although she blamed it largely on the alcohol that she had consumed earlier. “What could you possibly want to know about—I am not nervous.” She replied steadily, reaching up to brush a piece of his darkened wet hair away from his forehead before she took a step forward. Her hand caressed down his cheek before she tightened her grip on his chin, forcing him to look at her as she gathered her own thoughts. “Nervous is for girls, confidence is for women.” She returned cooly as she let go of his face and gave him two quick pats on the cheek. “What is it that you want to know, sugar?” She asked, moving ever so slightly closer to him, although she told herself it was because she was closer to the fire.
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Post by ROBIN SILAS HOOD on Apr 9, 2015 13:11:53 GMT
Robin's smirk grew, his hand reaching upwards to take Helen's hand from his face, his hand lingering longer then appropriate. "Good." He hummed, dropping her hand, and immediately missing the warmth it provided. Robin noticed the proximity of the two, and took a moment to gather himself, hoping she wasn't able to read him too well as he bored into her eyes, his smirk slowly falling. "Tell me what you do. You're too independent to be a house wife." He murmured, as the air turning electric, and it suddenly got a lot hotter in here. Robin knew it wasn't the fire. "And you most certainly don't have a husband.." He adds, swallowing thickly, as he stepped an inch closer, his eyes falling past her eyes now, a conflicted look crossing over his features. This wasn't his plan, it never was. He wasn't suppose to be this close to Helen, nor was he suppose to be distracted, he was suppose to find out what or who she was working for, so he could find a way to sleep again. Instead he was getting himself into something he really shouldn't. It was wrong, and horribly cliche. She was rich, he was poor. The viligante, and the villain. The forces that hated each other. Yet they only seemed to draw closer together. It was wrong. He wanted it to be right. HELEN KATRINA SAVAGE |
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Post by HELEN KATRINA SAVAGE on Apr 10, 2015 5:58:47 GMT
[googlefont="Open Sans Condensed:300"] NIGHTMARE DRESSED LIKE A DAYDREAM [attr="class","next"] Robin took a smaller step closer to her and Helen found herself anticipating something incredible — but it didn’t happen. At least, not yet. As he held onto her palm, Helen eyed him carefully. Could he feel her quickened pulse in her fingertips? She surely hoped not. Finally, he dropped her hand and cut to the chase. Apparently he wanted to know what exactly it was that she did. But fortunately for Robin, nothing about Helen Savage was simple. “I’m a nun.” The blonde returned as she raised both of her nearly perfectly arched eyebrows at Robin, anticipating some sort of reaction from him. “And I was married once, but I killed my husband. Nasty fellow. Old crusty — how do you think I got all this money?” Helen was a carefully practiced liar. She had to be in her line of work. Working for the Queen wasn’t entirely easy business and she often had to lie about her motives. Lying to Robin was part of the fun. Before she let him say anything, she carefully placed one finger over his lips, silencing anything that he tried to say for the time being. She wasn’t done playing the lying game. He would just have to figure out for himself what was true about her. She finally let her finger fall from his lips, but she traced it across his jawline and then down his shirt, which she noticed was fairly damp. “I’m a trained killer.” Helen lied raising her eyebrows as she pulled Robin’s shirt up. “And a spy.” That part wasn’t a lie, perhaps the first truth that she had told him since the little game had started. “Your shirt is wet.” She explained as she pulled it up over his shoulders and left the rest for him to do. “What is it that you do besides trying to seduce the rich, widowed and chaste?”
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Post by ROBIN SILAS HOOD on Apr 10, 2015 12:43:05 GMT
I'm a nun.. Robin's eyebrows raised in disbelief, his head tilting in question. He could tell that was a lie. Helen was far too suave to be a nun, and he hadn't seen any 'nun-wear' while going through her closet earlier in the week. Before he could counter with something slick, her finger laid against his lips, stopping him. Robin's eyes fell to her finger, his dark eyes significantly darkening as they reconnected with Helen. Robin watched her curiously, as his finger from his fingers to his jaw, then down to his collar line, leaving a trail of fire as she went. Robin resisted the urge to shut his eyes, and relish the feeling of her touch, and instead focused on her hands's ministrations. I'm a trained killer. And a spy.. The archer's lip curled into a knowing smirk, nodding his head in acceptance. "Now that sounds more believable." He said, before he was caught by surprise, as Helen pulled his shirt off. Robin's cheek grew pink, as he stood shirtless in front of Helen. Bold move. "I'm insulted you think this is me, seducing." The dark eyed man mulled, desperately trying to ignore the fluttering beat in his chest, and the slight shake of his voice. Robin had never been so intimate with someone since Mary. And you know what makes things worse? He hadn't thought of Mary much since he entered the house. Helen had become his temporary drug from the constant reminder of his ex-wife. And he was becoming far too addicted to the feeling. "And you accuse me of seduction, after you start to take off my clothes.." Tag: HELEN KATRINA SAVAGE [/b][/div] [/div][/div][/div] |
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Post by HELEN KATRINA SAVAGE on Apr 10, 2015 19:40:06 GMT
[googlefont="Open Sans Condensed:300"] NIGHTMARE DRESSED LIKE A DAYDREAM [attr="class","next"] “Believable, but not enough to faze you.” Helen returned as she watched him carefully. For most, the realization that she could kill would have frightened them. But Robin just carefully smirked at her as if he had known all along. She supposed there wasn’t much that could surprise a man who spent his time robbing from all the houses in the village. What exactly would it take to faze him? Helen found herself chuckling along at the very thought. Maybe he was right and he hadn’t been seducing her. Then again, she had never been one to read the signs incorrectly when it came to men. “So you haven’t been trying at all? Strange.” She bit down on her lip ever so slightly as she held onto his damp shirt, unsure of what to do with it. “You’ll catch a cold, Robin.” She replied, trying to feign as much innocence as possible as she took his shirt and laid it on the ground next to the fire. When she rose, she gave herself a chance to look at him. Her eyes weren’t shy — moving from the very tip of his toes, lingering on the most interesting parts and finally settling back to his eyes were she found a sort of fire there that she hadn’t noticed before. The static electricity between them seemed palpable. She leaned forward, her lips a mere few centimeters from his and lingered. Helen could feel his breath upon her skin, causing a smug grin to precipitate, “I’ve heard leather shouldn’t get wet.” It was at that moment that she turned away from him and grabbed his leather gear off of her couch, going through it with an enormous breath of speed. A few trinkets, a folded up piece of paper and — her fingertips touched the arrows that were in the quiver before she pulled one out and pointed it in Robin’s direction. “Now it’s your turn, lover boy.” She said, walking forward and dragging the tip of the arrow across his chest. “You’re not just a robber, you’re also an archer. I don’t see you around town so you must live somewhere secluded. Why?”
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Post by ROBIN SILAS HOOD on Apr 10, 2015 20:22:11 GMT
Shrugging, Robin crossed his arms, pulling his eyes away from the blonde woman, settling on the roof, as the intense moment came to an end. Thank God. He didn't know how he'd react if anything else happen. But then like clockwork, Helen was suddenly front of him, and very close to him. Robin's eyes fluttered to her lips, but didn't make any attempts at moving. Or at least he didn't move consciously. But then Helen was gone, and disappointment flooded his head. Robin shut his eyes in exasperation, his heart galloping faster then ever before. With a deep sigh, Robin crouched down to lay on the floor beside the fire, and allowing the warmth from the embers to float along his skin. Hmm, much better. Turning over onto his side, Robin's eyes looked up curiously as she looked through his jacket, eventually pulling out an arrow. Robin rolled his eyes, licking his dry lips as he leaned against his open palm. "Obviously if I took off the jacket, nothing harmful would be in it. I have a mind of my own you know." The archer drawled, the tip of the arrow coming fairly close to him. The archer reached forward, flicking the tip of the arrow with his finger. Then an idea came to mind. Reaching forward, Robin yanked the arrow back, pulling Helen towards the ground, onto him. Tag: HELEN KATRINA SAVAGE |
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