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Post by HELEN KATRINA SAVAGE on Apr 19, 2015 18:40:23 GMT
[googlefont="Open Sans Condensed:300"] JUST ESCAPE [attr="class","next"] She wanted to tell him that she wasn’t a good person either. She felt unclean — like something had poisoned her very bloodstream and made her different than everyone else. It was a dirt that she could not scrub off. But Robin seemed to understand. It had cost him his marriage. He understood the feeling more than anyone else and perhaps that was the reason that he understood her. She shook her head when he spoke about the woman leaving him. There had been a part of her that was wondering whose choice it had been, but now things seemed to be falling into place. Helen wanted to say something to him — anything that would fill the empty space between them and explain what she had just done. As she sat a few seconds, her mouth parted ever so slightly, eyes still closed, she could hear her heartbeat thundering in her ears. Kissing him had felt right, but he hadn’t moved since the occurrence. A word of explanation began to expel itself from her lips, but she didn’t have time to finish the sentence. She could hear everything. His lips were on hers again, exploring with a dangerous amount of excitement. “I’m not a good person either.” She managed, a mere centimeter from his lips, afraid that if she broke contact for too long everything would be over. The two of them — so perfectly wrong when they were together had created something that felt right in that moment. Helen was thankful that she hadn’t locked the balcony window, even more thankful that he had come back. “Stay here tonight.” She breathed. She was falling — just like her dream. Falling a thousand feet a second, plummeting toward the ground, but she never hit rock bottom like she did in her mind. That was the feeling in the pit of her stomach.
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Post by ROBIN SILAS HOOD on Apr 19, 2015 18:57:55 GMT
"I'm not a good person either.". Robin swallowed thickly as his eyes searched the explicitly clear blue ones below him. What did it mean to be good? Did it mean you were pure, that the world hasn't tainted you yet? Did it mean your righteous, that fate held a hand in your journey? What was good? Who was Robin? Robin was a man with scars over his heart, and lungs filled with lies that protected him from what he couldn't heal from. Robin was a boy, a boy who stood on a cliff, with the black sea waiting below him. Except it wasn't calling him in, because he was already in. He was a boy who's lungs were being filled with the black water till he wasn't choking, and he wasn't breathing. Robin was bad. Robin was a hypocrite, he stole, he lied, but he did it for a cause. To give to others so they wouldn't have to drown with him. Robin was a soldier for a game he no longer wanted to play. He lost his parents a long time ago, he lost his life a long time ago. He was now just a piece meant to help others, nothing for himself. He was a soldier and once he was finished, he would be gone. Robin was a fool. Robin liked the pretty things that laid in broken cages, with bright eyes and a sharp tongue. Robin liked Helen. Helen was something he couldn't comprehend. She wasn't the sun, because she wasn't overwhelming good, the black waters had gotten her. She wasn't the black waters because she knew of her sins, she just knew. She was a hand pulling Robin onto a shallow rock, she was a body that held him until he wasn't choking. Until he was okay. She was an anchor. Something to fight for. Something to take away that feeling in his chest. She was real. She was holding him now. "Stay here tonight.". Robin nodded. "Always." He wasn't drowning, Helen wasn't drowning. They were cold, and shivering, and blue to the touch, but they were alive. And they were together. They were real. This was real. Tag: HELEN KATRINA SAVAGE |
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Post by HELEN KATRINA SAVAGE on Apr 19, 2015 22:20:27 GMT
[googlefont="Open Sans Condensed:300"] JUST ESCAPE [attr="class","next"] “Always.”Had she expected him to say yes? If she had expected any other answer, her facial expression didn’t betray her. She remained placidly staring at him, the light from the bathroom illuminating his face. He seemed calm, honest and true. Helen wondered what he could have possibly meant when he said that he wasn’t a good person either. She couldn’t imagine that a man who stole from the rich and helped the poor could be bad. He had good intentions, however, she understood those who might harbor ill-will against him. “I hope they taught you what always means in vigilante school,” She murmured, a smile on her lips as she spoke. “My brothers cant find you in the morning, they would put you down in the cellar with all the rest of my unwarrantable suitors.” She said thoughtfully. Helen could only imagine what they would say if they found the strange man she had caught robbing her a few times lying in her bed in the morning. But at the same time, she was afraid that if he left before she woke that he wouldn’t come back. It was a fragile sort of existence that they had together — one that Helen was not all too keen on losing when it had just begun. “I don’t mean you should disappear, though.” She pulled her silken sheets around herself as she leaned her head on his chest again, listening to the drum of his heartbeat. It soothed her, made her calm. He soothed her. The strange man who seemed to understand so very much and at the same time so little about who she really was. Would he still be here when he realized that she was the queen’s pawn? That she would do anything for the power and the advancement? Would he still be here when she told him that she was just like the rest of them? Or perhaps she wasn’t. Helen looked up and kissed his jawline, lost in her own thoughts.
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Post by ROBIN SILAS HOOD on Apr 19, 2015 23:18:00 GMT
Robin chuckled lightly as his arm landed around Helen, and she laid on his chest. "Vigilante School? You think of me so lowly, I was born with these skills, dear." He murmured lightly, his chin resting on her head. It was close to morning, and it wouldn't be long before he had to leave. It was ironic how he came here for sleep, and got the exact opposite. Well not the exact opposite but certainly wasn't expecting the events of the night. It was a pleasant surprise. "Don't worry I'll be gone before your brothers are home...and I don't just disappear. You just don't notice when I'm here. Some skills that I didn't learn at vigilante school." Robin teased, his fingers drawing circles on her smooth skin as her lips pressed to his chin. Robin hummed lightly, the ticklish feeling of her lips against his skin gave Robin goose bumps. Reaching up, Robin caught Helen's cheeks. "Come here.." He murmured, before placing a chaste kiss on her lips. If she thought she could just kiss him and leave him for the night, she was incredibly wrong. Robin had an addictive personality. She should know that by now. He broke into her house once, then did it again twice. Helen should know what's she's getting into to. Tag: HELEN KATRINA SAVAGE |
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Post by HELEN KATRINA SAVAGE on Apr 20, 2015 5:09:31 GMT
[googlefont="Open Sans Condensed:300"] JUST ESCAPE [attr="class","next"]Helen didn’t ever want the sun to rise. If she had her way — which she often got — the world would stay dark for a few moments more so she could spend more time with the mysterious man who had broken into her home. She was curious as she looked up at him, “Don’t notice? Oh you don’t honestly mean that—” She couldn’t find the proper way to end her sentence. Surely he couldn’t mean that he had been here nights before? She wondered if those evenings when she had woken up from the dead of sleep and thought she had dreamed him up from her imagination again were actual realities. Perhaps her subconscious had been aware of what she had wanted and perhaps he had actually been there…watching over her. Her eyes drifted to the arm chair by the window. “Don’t disappear again, seen or not.” She commanded, though her eyes didn’t move from the chair. The pillows had shifted ever so slightly, she observed, the evidence of someone who had been sitting there. A certain Robin who had been sitting there, watching over her. A smile found its way to her lips. He was far more good than he gave himself credit for. He cared for things more than people perhaps knew — her own well-being a good example. He caught her face in his hands and her eyes hovered on his for too long. It was like getting lost and found all over again. His lips — gentle, soft — parted her own with a tenderness that she had not known before. There was hunger there, but he hid it well. “You should—“ She kissed him again, “Sleep. Do you sleep?” She muttered, but found that she couldn’t untangle herself from him and she wasn’t sure that she wanted to.
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Post by ROBIN SILAS HOOD on Apr 20, 2015 22:44:21 GMT
Robin gave a sound of agreement, as he pressed one final kiss to her fleeting lips before pulling himself away from her. "Who knew you were such a sweetheart when you got what you wanted, huh?" Robin chuckled, laying back in the pillows and gathering bunched up covers and pulling it over himself. He hadn't been in a bed this comfortable for years. Though it was his own fault, what kind of hypocrite would he be if he spent money on himself when others needed it. Maybe the bed didn't feel so bad when Mary was it in. Robin wondered how his bed would feel with Helen there. Helen where he was himself, not some robber that broke into Helen's house. Pushing away the negative thoughts that he knew would stir trouble later, Robin's arm wounded around Helen's body, his eyes closing. "Good night, Helen.." He cooed, with a small smirk gracing her features before he grew quiet, and soon fell into the much needed sleep he had begged for months before this. It wasn't cold, or dark. He wasn't dreaming. He could feel his body breathing, and he could feel Helen next to him. It was the most comforting feeling he'd gotten in a long time. It was nice. It was something he needed. Tag: HELEN KATRINA SAVAGE |
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