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Post by HELEN KATRINA SAVAGE on Apr 11, 2015 14:34:50 GMT
[googlefont="Open Sans Condensed:300"] NIGHTMARE DRESSED LIKE A DAYDREAM [attr="class","next"] “A girl can never be too careful,” Helen said as she finished going through the pockets of his leather jacket. She liked to know who she was dealing with and Robin she couldn’t quite figure out. Yes, she knew he was a sort of vigilante bent on stealing from her and selling it off to help those poor pathetic souls in the village. But why? What had happened to him that had caused him to become this way? Of course he didn’t answer any of her questions. With a flick, the arrow lost its mark, but in a quick succession of events, Helen found that she was falling to the ground. Her palms hit the ground on either side of Robin, landing her in a sort of push-up style position. The arrow rolled into the fireplace, staring to glow red as the flames licked the surface. Then her bright eyes were on his. Staring down at him, Helen was in the position of power, but she somehow felt as if he had the upper hand. Something about the way that he looked at her. There was a hunger in her own body — something she wished she could made disappear. There was no reason for her to feel so strongly about the man who had repeatedly broken into her house to steal her things in the name of the ‘poor.’ “So this is what the view is like from the other side.” She said, referencing the night a few weeks before when he had her pinned in a very similar scenario. “You put me in the most compromising positions.”She wanted to know him. Know everything about him. The mystery of it all was intoxicating — and so was the alcohol that she had consumed earlier that night. Slowly she let her hands move so she was no longer holding herself above him, but pressed into his skin. She traced a small pattern against his lips with her finger. “Tell me something.” It was as close to beginning at Helen Savage would ever get.
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Post by ROBIN SILAS HOOD on Apr 11, 2015 16:50:01 GMT
Pushing himself onto his elbows, Robin shifted, causing Helen's legs to fall beside his sides. He sighed, taking the moment to relax about. Her body was warm against his, and he could smell the sharp scent of her perfume, but it wasn't clogging him. Her skin turned into a soft tan against the fire, as it rested against his strikingly dark skin. Robin reached forward, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, the tips of his fingers sliding along her ear to her neck before falling off all together. Robin decided to stop thinking about what this was. Or why they were doing this. Maybe that'd be best. It was too complicated, too many unspoken words, too many things that could ruin it all together. So he'll take whatever fragile thing that created and run with it. At least for now. "I don't have a very pleasant life, Helen. There isn't much to know." He said, his voice surprisingly soft, as his eyes gazed hers, the harsh brown eyes now soft. "But I'll try..." He added, before closing his eyes in thought, the tips of her hair tickling the slope of his neck. "I have these nightmares. Guards, an army of them. Tall, dark, emotionless. Voids of darkness." Robin often used emotions to manipulate those he needed something from. He used guilt, or pity, or sometimes lust, but not very common. The guards were a symbol of no emotions, nothing he could use against them. Robin was helpless. "They come for me. Sometimes from far, sometimes from close." They never had eyes, only pitch darkness. No skin, no bone, no body. Just darkness. They weren't human. "Or they'd come for somebody close to me." Robin added, his eyes locking with Helen's. Tag: HELEN KATRINA SAVAGE |
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Post by HELEN KATRINA SAVAGE on Apr 12, 2015 21:28:59 GMT
[googlefont="Open Sans Condensed:300"] NIGHTMARE DRESSED LIKE A DAYDREAM [attr="class","next"] His hands were tucking away her hair, resting on her cheek and then suddenly, without warning, gone. An empty feeling replaced the lack of his touch, but her skin felt warm from where he had just been. Helen wasn’t sure she had felt this way about any man in Wonderland. Hook was alright, but he didn’t light a fire on every nerve ending in her body. “There’s more to know than I do now.” Helen countered, watching his emotions carefully. She got the feeling that he hid a lot more than he let on — that there was something deep down inside of him that he suppressed, perhaps even hated. She wondered if perhaps there was a part of him who knew how it felt to be so rotten from the core as she did. Bright eyes disappeared as he seemed to try and gather his thoughts under closed lids. She listened intently to his nightmarish recount of the world he saw when he fell asleep and felt like it was something she could connect with. Her dreams were of falling — falling to her death every time. A sinking feeling that all she had ever done meant nothing. Helen Savage: The woman who meant nothing. She feared it more than anything in the world. “You try not to fall asleep because you're afraid you’ll see it again. See them again, I mean.” She interjected into the lull of his own words. “What exactly is it that you're running from?” She asked. What was she looking for? Someone who understood her? Someone who understood the very pit of confusion and despair that she sometimes felt for herself? Helen put on a brave face, but underneath the gorgeous blonde’s facade was a woman who often felt tortured and conflicted. She wanted to kiss him — solidify the strange game that they had been playing into something more concrete, but she didn’t. Not yet. Her lips instead found their way to his neck where she brushed them across his veins. She could feel his heartbeat and he could feel hers.
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Post by ROBIN SILAS HOOD on Apr 12, 2015 23:23:52 GMT
Robin remained still, his eyes lazily her blue orbs swirl with the flames from the fire. "I can't run from sleep. I'm not scared of them, I don't want them to hurt.." Robin stopped as he tried to find the right words to say. He wasn't afraid, he couldn't be afraid, there was no room for fear in his life. Robin cared about those he held close to him, he cared very much. So when he began getting nightmares of said people being taken away from Robin's actions, it became his worse fear. "I-" Robin's breath hitched as Helen's lip laid against his neck, her red lipstick leaving a warm feeling against his pulse point. Robin's eyes fluttered shut, and he breathed deeply, his fingers pressing into her hips. "I'll take the consequences for my actions." He said, breathlessly, his hands curling around her hips, as he sunk further and further into the feeling of her lips on his neck. Robin was very tempted to revert the position, so he was against her, but he knew if he moved, it wouldn't be to move her away from him. "And you?" He questioned, almost distractedly. He could think of better things to do then talking, but he knew whatever this was needed time. It needed trust. Or it'd fall apart. Tag: HELEN KATRINA SAVAGE, I'm so tempted to ask how many lovers she's had xD But I'm not destroying the mood |
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Post by HELEN KATRINA SAVAGE on Apr 13, 2015 3:38:12 GMT
[googlefont="Open Sans Condensed:300"] NIGHTMARE DRESSED LIKE A DAYDREAM [attr="class","next"] His fingertips drew the fire into her skin again, making her own heartbeat dance. It was a fragile existence between the pair of them. Wrong in every sense of the word and seemingly unavoidable. Helen was hesitant to blame it on the alcohol when the very fibers of her body seemed drawn to Robin. ”Insignificance.” She answered astutely as she finally drew back from him. Her fingertips brushed across his face, across his closed eyelids and down his cheeks — once again brushing against his lips. Helen wanted to memorize every inch of him. She knew this would never happen again. This one night with the man who was entirely wrong for her. Her night with the vigilante. Archie, if she willed. Robin was not hers and she knew he could not be. No, she was far more dangerous than he knew. She was a woman with the strings of puppets in her hands. She manipulated those closest to her to get what she wanted. Where he seemed good and righteous, she rotted and festered. Helen Savage was just that…a savage. “What if it all means nothing? The eavesdropping. The seduction.” Rolling to her left, she pulled his shoulder along with her so Robin was now in the dominating upper position. Helen had no problem telling Robin of what it was haunting her — he was, after all, a man she had no intentions of seeing again after tonight. And she wanted to tell someone. The strange things that had been plaguing her mind confused her. She looked up at him, the flames dancing between them — the fire drumming up a feeling she had suppressed.
“I dream of falling. Of slipping and losing my grasp on reality. Of betrayal. Every time it’s the same. The light goes out right at the end and I think I’ve died.” Her voice was dark, full of a secret knowing that existed only in the very edges of her brain. A knowledge that long ago, someone she had loved had killed her from the inside out. Someone had ripped her heart out and shredded it into pieces. It was the reason she was reckless in romance.
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Post by ROBIN SILAS HOOD on Apr 13, 2015 18:26:04 GMT
"You're awake.." He murmured, allowing Helen to pull him down. The soft furs of the carpet tickled softly against his skin. Robin laid both of his hands against her sides, his eyes scaling her body with a thick sigh. Robin wanted to say something, to break the thickening silence that was swallowing them both as the minutes rolled on. But he chose not to. Leaning down, Robin's hands gripped the carpet below him as he neared the slope of her neck. He could feel her heart, slow, but strong. Robin took a moment to breathe, and let the overwhelming storm of emotions in him stir. He felt guilty, because every time he closed his eyes Helen's blue eyes turned into Mary. And she was crying. He felt deep deep wanting. Helen was sharp, and witty, she was endearing, and desirable. He wanted to touch her, but he felt like he hadn't earned it yet. He wasn't sure he ever would. Tag: HELEN KATRINA SAVAGE |
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Post by HELEN KATRINA SAVAGE on Apr 14, 2015 0:23:02 GMT
[googlefont="Open Sans Condensed:300"] NIGHTMARE DRESSED LIKE A DAYDREAM [attr="class","next"] She was awake — Helen felt more awake than she had in Wonderland in months. Helen’s eyes watched him carefully. There was a tumultuous chaos that seemed to rage on inside his thoughts. She could see only the exterior, but she knew. Storm clouds in those dark irises. A storm that she could not begin to understand, but she wanted to. “Robin.” She needed his attention, desperately. She needed to know what he was thinking, but she doubted she would break through. The alcohol was going to her brain, making her feel slightly dizzy. The way the world was spinning and the only relief that she had was in wrapping her fingertips around his forearms. He didn’t kiss her and she didn’t kiss him. It was…pleasant in a strange sort of way. Wrapped around one another in a sort of quiet intensity. Did she need to tell him something? Perhaps something about what a truly horrible person she was? She knew she should — she should tell him that she was bad for him, but the words were glued in her throat like molasses.
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Post by ROBIN SILAS HOOD on Apr 15, 2015 19:51:19 GMT
Lifting himself up, Robin's face lay few inches from hers. Mentally berating himself, Robin's eyes flickered to her lips hesitantly. It was only the second meeting, and he'd gotten far too comfortable. He had confessed more to her then he did to Mary when they first met as children. He would embarrassed, and was wondering if he regretted it or not. Maybe he shouldn't fight it? Maybe it was some universal pull that led him here. He wasn't sure. He didn't think he'd ever figure it out. As he leaned down, his lips almost brushing hers-he heard a sound. Grabbing her hips, Robin pulled both of them onto their feet, adrenaline pumping through his veins. It was the sound of laughter, deep laughter. He briefly wondered if it was her husband, but pushed the thought away. Robin sent an apologetic look to Helen, almost leaning forward to peck her on the cheek in apology, but stopped himself, and ran to grab his stuff. Sliding his thick leather jacket onto his bare skin, Robin yanked the strings to tighten the coat, before hiding against a wall just as the doors open, and two male voices flooded in. Helen could see him from here, and he could see her-he just hoped tonight changed something. Tag: HELEN KATRINA SAVAGE |
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Post by HELEN KATRINA SAVAGE on Apr 16, 2015 4:45:46 GMT
[googlefont="Open Sans Condensed:300"] NIGHTMARE DRESSED LIKE A DAYDREAM [attr="class","next"]The crackling fire next to them, the warmth of her blood in her veins and in her cheeks and the smell of Robin so close to her was beginning to go to her head. And, when he leaned a little closer, she could feel his breath on her very lips, threatening to undo her in one swift motion. But it was laughter that broke her out of their trance — Robin’s steady hands pull her to her feet and he pulled away almost instantly. “You’ll leave a girl wanting—“ She had been about to say more when Gaston and Clayton burst through the door, the pair of them still tavern-drunk as they stumbled over the threshold. Robin had tucked himself away into the shadows of the corner of the room. “Still awake Hel? Thought you’d gone to bed.”
Helen struggled. She should tell them both about the crook that was hiding a few feet from them, but she didn’t want to. Robin was her little secret here. What they had together…it was strange and it was fragile. “I—“ With a flourish she leaned down to pick up her furs off of the ground, using her foot to slide the single arrow still left on the ground under the couch as she crossed the room, blocking her brothers from the place where Robin hid. “I thought I would wait up. Make sure you two got home alright.” She said, folding her arms as she nodded toward the stairs. “Bed. Both of you. You’ve made me wait up all night. You know I need my beauty sleep!” She said, letting the facade of annoyance seep into her words. They obeyed; her sisterly whims were always taken into account during times like these. She followed them up the stairs, pausing only briefly to look into the shadows where she knew he was hiding. She returned to her room after her brothers had found their way to bed, confident that Robin had escaped and that her brothers were on their way to an alcohol induced near comatose state. “Robin.” She said softly as she touched the window panes in the overly large bedroom. Helen took to her feet and finally laid down in her bed, but her mind was spinning with thoughts of kisses that never were and the man that never should have been. It would not be for another few hours that she drifted off into sleep, only to dream of him.
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