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[oo-de-lally]

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He watched that wild smile with a grin all his own. He had missed it and the trouble associated with it. With Robin, life was never dull. She never let it be so you could always guarantee that things would be better. He felt that slowly coming back to him now as he carefully wove his way through the branches, leaves and twigs snagging at his clothing in a vain, half hearted attempt to pull him off his perch. He braced himself and then laughed at her question. “No but to be fair I did have shit balance for a while. The scars on my knees are from falling off my bike.” A while. It has taken him three years to finally learn, but he had done it.

He followed behind her, stepping where she stepped until his feet found purchase on solid ground, his lips quirking into a pleased smile as his boots thumped in the grass. “Nice of you to notice,” he said, grinning as he lightly elbowed her. “What movie are we watching tonight anyway?”

*

“You had scraped knees before me? How’s that for learning your whole life was a lie, Robin?” She smiled up, watching him descend, safe with her thoughts with his concentration on the tree and no one else about. Robin had never had people she could trust growing up, except for Declan. She could never tell people how warm he made her feel, how being with him had made her feel brave and not just reckless. She had wanted to share the world with him. 

Robin had missed Declan every day, even as she finally found other people she could lean on again. 

She pretended to stumble to the side with his nudge. “I’m not blind. Look at you. No lie, pretty sure that you managed to double since I left… I could still take you though. Let’s make that clear.” She moved criss cross through the grass, spinning to face him as she would walk. “Hear they’re playing Elm Street, if you don’t think you’ll get too scared.”

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“Rarely,” he corrected her. “It wasn’t very gentlemanly to scrape your knees so I didn’t have an opportunity to do it.” He didn’t want to think about how his grandmother would have liked him to be a perfect replica of little lord Fauntleroy. If he hadn’t squirmed his way out of it the best he knew how, he probably would be in knee pants. The idea made him feel sick to his stomach and if he thought about how he MIGHT have turned out he’d start gagging.

“I donno. Cordelia taught me everything she knew and she’s a six foot three bad ass.” He flexed, laughing at how ridiculous he was and how good it felt to be around people that let him be. “I think I could handle you… and a scary movie. I think I’m good.” He walked with her, then jogged to keep up. “Snacks are my treat.”

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[oo-de-lally]

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He watched her with amusement as she gracefully jumped out the window and made her way into the trees. It was weirdly charming… or maybe it was cute because he was so infatuated with her…. Either way he watched her with a wistful grin on his face, remembering how she taught him how to climb. First by trying to pull him up by his arms and ending with pushing him up by his behind until he clambered awkwardly into the lowest limbs of the trees at the edges of the property.

They had spent many a day climbing in trees and looking at birds eggs and squirrel nests tucked into the branches and hides holes in the trees. If he was being honest that was probably the moment he started feeling things that weren’t platonic for her…. But she didn’t need to know that. At least not right now.

Her voice and the inane nickname he insisted on using, pulled him out of his thoughts as he reached for the sill. “Yeah yeah. I’m coming.” He climbed out and balanced on the sill, doing the same thing Robin had done before finding the tree limb that would hold him and swinging out on it. He rocked for a moment before catching himself with a laugh. “What do you know? Like riding a bike.”

*

Robin loved a tree. There was something about the challenge of climbing up to the top - the strain of your muscles, the way the sun landed on you through the trees, the careful choosing of branches, and in the end, your reward. The highest trees can give you a vast glimpse of the world. As a child, she had quietly longed to see what was beyond that view - and needed desperately to share it with Declan. From the tops of the trees, they would daydream about their futures, once Robin was a world famous hunter and he the lord of all the land they looked over.

She hadn’t taken no for an answer then and she wasn’t starting now, grinning a wild grin at him through the window. 

As he climbed out, she backed up, giving him room on the branch. “You usually nearly falling off a bike?” She smirked as she kneeled, winding her way through the leaves and sticks to the ground. “Careful, that step was real steep.” Despite her calling, she watched him carefully, unsure what she would do if he fell. She try to catch him, he would just pull her down with him - so she gave him ample warning for anything even kind of difficult. “Don’t you fall now - you’re too pretty to die.”

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He watched that wild smile with a grin all his own. He had missed it and the trouble associated with it. With Robin, life was never dull. She never let it be so you could always guarantee that things would be better. He felt that slowly coming back to him now as he carefully wove his way through the branches, leaves and twigs snagging at his clothing in a vain, half hearted attempt to pull him off his perch. He braced himself and then laughed at her question. “No but to be fair I did have shit balance for a while. The scars on my knees are from falling off my bike.” A while. It has taken him three years to finally learn, but he had done it.

He followed behind her, stepping where she stepped until his feet found purchase on solid ground, his lips quirking into a pleased smile as his boots thumped in the grass. “Nice of you to notice,” he said, grinning as he lightly elbowed her. “What movie are we watching tonight anyway?”

[chrishemsworth]

TARON EGERTON via Stories

[hazy-world-heartbeats]

Facts about Declan Marian

1. Thanks to Cordelia, Declan has become a good fighter. She has always wanted him to be able to defend himself in case she can’t be there to do it for him

2. He became an avid reader because he couldn’t trust his family to he honest with him. He learns from books, newspapers, online articles—anything to help him learn the truth about the world.

3. He isn’t close to his parents or his grandmother. When his grandfather was alive, he wasn’t close to him either. Cordelia and Robin are really the only true family he has now.

4. His family liked to keep them under their thumb and that included his died. When he could get away with it he would order a large thick crust cheese pizza and get the largest coke he could find to drink with it. It’s still a comfort food to this day.

5. Secretly (because his dad thought it was gay) Declan is a romantic. He loves romantic films and books; stories that tell you love triumphs over everything. He believes in it with all his heart.

6. Although he grew up listening to “proper” music, Declan is a pop punk kid at heart.

7. Although he has yet to explore that particular talent, Declan is a pretty good artist. Now that he’s free in Prentiss, he plans to find time to nurture that talent.

8. He always had a strange obsession with pens. Even when he’s traveling he has a pencil pouch full of them in his bag

9. He enjoys yoga and usually starts every morning sitting in a puddle of sunshine doing stretches and basic poses to get the day started in the right way.

10. Eventually he wants to get a sunflower tattoo. He’s wanted it for a long time but his grandmother would have shit kittens if he had…. Now that he’s in Prentiss tho….. that’s probably gonna change.

[oo-de-lally]

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“I’m afraid I haven’t had a chance to climb many trees without you,” he admitted with a rueful grin. “But I’m willing to get my hands a little bit dirty with you now that I’ve found you again.” He had a lot of things to work through, most of which would be helped will the aide of a therapist… and he was working on it. He wasn’t mad at Robin though. She did what she had to do so that she could live… and now she was living here; thriving, and helping everyone who needed it. He was so proud of her there was no room for much else. “Yes, by the way, everything is breakable. She made sure to warn me multiple times when I got here. Please be careful” he teased back.

*

“Now that’s a real waste of a life… not even one? The woman is a monster, I tell ya.” Lying, telling him that Robin had died, that had been the first sign that the woman was probably the devil… but this sealed the deal. Granted, most of her tree climbing now was done to conceal herself, to spy, a part of work more than play, but as long as he was willing, the idea of just getting out there like they had as kids was more than appealing. There was so much time to make up for, so much that they hadn’t been able to do or share, but she was not a woman that fell back on regrets. She fixed things, and she would fix them now. “I make no promises.” She smirked back as she passed a particularly expensive looking vase and threw up the window. 

As graceful as a ballerina, she climbed onto the sill, eyes taking in the tree, plotting a course before she slowly and carefully stood on the thin window frame, reaching out to grab a thick branch above her head and stepping out onto another. One hand never let go as she turned back to the window and stretched her arm out straight. “Now or never, Dicky.”

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He watched her with amusement as she gracefully jumped out the window and made her way into the trees. It was weirdly charming… or maybe it was cute because he was so infatuated with her…. Either way he watched her with a wistful grin on his face, remembering how she taught him how to climb. First by trying to pull him up by his arms and ending with pushing him up by his behind until he clambered awkwardly into the lowest limbs of the trees at the edges of the property.

They had spent many a day climbing in trees and looking at birds eggs and squirrel nests tucked into the branches and hides holes in the trees. If he was being honest that was probably the moment he started feeling things that weren’t platonic for her…. But she didn’t need to know that. At least not right now.

Her voice and the inane nickname he insisted on using, pulled him out of his thoughts as he reached for the sill. “Yeah yeah. I’m coming.” He climbed out and balanced on the sill, doing the same thing Robin had done before finding the tree limb that would hold him and swinging out on it. He rocked for a moment before catching himself with a laugh. “What do you know? Like riding a bike.”

[oo-de-lally]

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Declan looked up with a laugh as the red head barged in in her stockinged feet. It was so Robin he could almost cry. He laughed and stood up. “God, it’s like you never left!” He reached up and gently touched her cheek. “Yeah I guess I’m ready. I have to admit I’m a bit out of practice climbing but I suppose I can make it work.” He stood up and shrugged his jacket on, his dimples grin standing out a mile as he looked at her.

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“Might be for the best.” Robin added with a dip of her head. “I feel like near everything in this room is breakable. I’m one trip of my feet away from one hell of a bill for damages.” With a high step, Robin strode into the middle of the bed, looking over the space with a worried click of her tongue. She wouldn’t have broken a thing, she knew that and she sure as hell hoped he did too. She might have been loud, her movements as big as her mouth, but she didn’t trip, she didn’t falter, graceful and lithe and quick with every movement. “Come on - bet you’re even better at it now. What’s the point of lifting all those weights if it can’t even get you a good view from the top of an elm?”

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“I’m afraid I haven’t had a chance to climb many trees without you,” he admitted with a rueful grin. “But I’m willing to get my hands a little bit dirty with you now that I’ve found you again.” He had a lot of things to work through, most of which would be helped will the aide of a therapist… and he was working on it. He wasn’t mad at Robin though. She did what she had to do so that she could live… and now she was living here; thriving, and helping everyone who needed it. He was so proud of her there was no room for much else. “Yes, by the way, everything is breakable. She made sure to warn me multiple times when I got here. Please be careful” he teased back.

[oo-de-lally]

Robin thought the woman who owned the house where Declan was staying might have a heart attack as she wiped the mud from her boots onto the welcome mat. What was the point of it then? At least she hadn’t just walked on in - the woman might know it but that was growth if there was any. She finally just took them off and started up in her socks to his room. “Your new missus down there isn’t a fan.” She announced as she walked in. “Now I think if this is what I get for coming in the door proper, next time I’m just takin’ the window - we both know you got the room with the tree out there in the hopes anyway. It’s about damn time to make those dreams come true.”

“You ready to be swept away by a lass on a limb?”

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Declan looked up with a laugh as the red head barged in in her stockinged feet. It was so Robin he could almost cry. He laughed and stood up. “God, it’s like you never left!” He reached up and gently touched her cheek. “Yeah I guess I’m ready. I have to admit I’m a bit out of practice climbing but I suppose I can make it work.” He stood up and shrugged his jacket on, his dimples grin standing out a mile as he looked at her.

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@tiagrenouille

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Declan would be lying if he said he wasn’t overwhelmed. As awful as it was, the life he had been living was resolute. He was told how to dress, how to behave, who to date; and Robin Locksley, the only woman he ever loved, was dead…. It was a brutal form of truth but that was what he was used to. It made him ache inside and out it slowly, incredibly so, he had begun to heal, to knit back together. He was sure that if you looked closely, you could still see the cracks along the surface. After all, once you were crumpled you were never truly the same again; could never be fully prepared. He was proof of that. He could certainly feel it and if he looked at himself close enough, he imagined he could see it. He hoped no one else looked too closely because it wasn’t something he could just magically explain away.

He had meant to go find a gym. He wanted to work out the anxiety and anger but somehow he found his way to Tiana’s Place. Ultimately, that was the best decision he’d made since he got here. He could smell the delicious smells of food before he even reached the door, his stomach muttering and begging pathetically for some of whatever it was he was smelling. He quickly pulled the door open and stepped inside.

It wasn’t like coming home. Home had never been this warm, this welcoming. Tiana’s place felt better. He sank into a booth and looked around as he reached for a menu. Everything looked delicious and he could tell he’d be coming back here again. He settled happily on the gumbo and contentedly sat back, closing his eyes to listen to the happy hum of cafe patrons as he waited.

[zerofcksgvn]

TIANA never had many friends growing up it was mostly Lottie and the company of other girls from her class but they didn’t stick around as she got older. People began to lose interest in Tiana when they realized she was only ever interested in making her dream come true. She stopped going to parties and sleepover’s, stopped grabbing coffee with friends to pick up an extra shift to save some money.. -- it was truly a sickness, an obsession. Just before Tiana left New Orleans things were beginning to change, having lost everything she worked so hard for she was left with the brutal realization that in this world all you have are the connections you make. 

Although she would argue that her most forged connections were her customers and regulars, Lottie liked to remind Tiana it wouldn’t always be the case. When she had finally settled in Prentiss with her new job and her new goal she began to work harder at making friends, warming their hearts and not just their tummies. She had flocked to a small selection of kind people who liked to chat about mundane things like weather--and asked her about her weekend plans, still she was never expecting to care about these people as much as she was beginning to. And Declan was no different, Tiana had always seen a refined kindness in him. It almost felt as if she was meant to meet him.

“How ya’ doing hon?!” Tiana beamed as she slid into the seat across from Declan. She set a fresh pot of coffee down onto the table and rested her chin ontop of her fists. “It’s been a hot minute since I seen you last-- what’s been going on? Oh did you order yet?-- do you want some pie? It’s on the house!”

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Declan found himself smiling behind his hand when Tiana sat down. She was always so friendly, no matter what kind of day she was having, and always made time for her friends who came in to grab a bite to eat. “I would LOVE some pie actually. That sounds amazing.” He laughed and shook his head. “Miss Tiana… I am experiencing all sorts of weird but wonderful things since coming here.” He ruffled his hair and sat up straight. “When I was younger I had a best friend. She was wild and crazy and….” Perfect. To him anyway. “One day she disappeared and my grandmother, bless her conniving little soul, told me she had died. I believed her because…. Why wouldn’t you believe your grandmother? Especially at a young age. And I grieved her loss. She was… the one normal thing in my life….”

He trailed off and cleared his throat. He wasn’t going to cry about it was he? “She’s alive, miss Tiana. And she’s been living here and helping people when she can. I still feel like I’ll wake up and it will all be a dream and she’ll really be gone. But I’ve pinched myself enough times to prove it’s all very real.” He laughed. “It’s real….”

[fyeahegerton]

You wish you could be like Joe, but you’re nothing like him. You are really pushing it, Sydney. 

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@tiagrenouille

XoXoXoXo

Declan would be lying if he said he wasn’t overwhelmed. As awful as it was, the life he had been living was resolute. He was told how to dress, how to behave, who to date; and Robin Locksley, the only woman he ever loved, was dead…. It was a brutal form of truth but that was what he was used to. It made him ache inside and out it slowly, incredibly so, he had begun to heal, to knit back together. He was sure that if you looked closely, you could still see the cracks along the surface. After all, once you were crumpled you were never truly the same again; could never be fully prepared. He was proof of that. He could certainly feel it and if he looked at himself close enough, he imagined he could see it. He hoped no one else looked too closely because it wasn’t something he could just magically explain away.

He had meant to go find a gym. He wanted to work out the anxiety and anger but somehow he found his way to Tiana’s Place. Ultimately, that was the best decision he’d made since he got here. He could smell the delicious smells of food before he even reached the door, his stomach muttering and begging pathetically for some of whatever it was he was smelling. He quickly pulled the door open and stepped inside.

It wasn’t like coming home. Home had never been this warm, this welcoming. Tiana’s place felt better. He sank into a booth and looked around as he reached for a menu. Everything looked delicious and he could tell he’d be coming back here again. He settled happily on the gumbo and contentedly sat back, closing his eyes to listen to the happy hum of cafe patrons as he waited.

[initforthekicks]

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“Come on, Johnny! Keep up!”

Robin laughed back as she trudged along the shoreline. She had decided pretty quick after landing in Prentiss that running in the sand was the way to go. Just as good as those fancy gyms. Running in sand, jumping fences, pulling yourself into trees - that was the sort of exercise that she swore by. Everything was made better when there was a bit of adventure mixed in, that was Robin’s credo, second only to a firm belief that more money really did equal more problems. She had had both - she knew what she preferred.

Her bravado didn’t ever equal to ease, slowing to a stop as they neared the boardwalk. With her last bit of energy, she swung herself up on the railing of a surf shop and finally paused to catch her breath. ,

It was a day - a fairly regular day for Robin. 

But as she looked up, everything shifted, worlds shifting together, and the only word Robin could pull together was, “Shit.”

She slipped down, eyes stuck on Declan as he stared back. “John… John… this is…” Bad? No. It couldn’t be bad. It did not matter how many years had passed, she could not believe anything the man could be bad… but did that make it good? Could her worlds combine and things stay the same? “How sweaty do I look? How’s my breath?” She tore her eyes away from the man and to John beside her. “Johnny, as my dearest friend and partner, please tell me I did not look like I was struggling when I was running and he saw…”

“I hope you know strength training is more my strong suit than cardio,” John yelled loudly at her with a huff as he tailed after her. He kept up well enough - doing so with a big grin on his face-  but she was still a little faster and more agile than him. But John loved the way Robin challenged him; she made him better. They made each other better. 

When they’d finally come to a stop, John huffed and puffed, out of breath but content from the exhaustion. He bent over, hands on his knees as he worked to catch his breath and recover for round 2. “You’re a real fox with the way you jump around and bob and weave through obstacles,” he commented breathlessly with a sly grin on his face. But when he looked up at her, she looked distracted - distraught, even - like she’d seen a ghost. And nothing scared ole’ Robin. 

“What’s got your feathers ruffled?” He asked, looking around, at first in a cautionary way, like he was expecting a fight. He followed her eyeline to the stranger, then brought it back to her. “Robin, you’re always a sleuth and a champ. Had me runnin’ for my money. What’s goin’ on? Who is that?”

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For a brief moment, Declan almost didn’t hear it. The beach was busy. Children screamed and laughed while their parents called to them, waves crashing against the sore in rough waves. Nothing out of the normal seemed to be going on.

And then he heard it. She had been gone for years but she could never forget that painfully familiar voice.

He had gone through the experience of grief when she died. He’d mourned for her; wallowed even, and had eventually fallen into a dark depression he thought he might never get out of. Eventually he had or, rather, he’d learned to mask it. He was the son his parents wanted, the grandson his grandmother desires, the perfect boyfriend…. but eventually he couldn’t handle it anymore and he’d left.

Now he was hearing ghosts. He leapt to his feet, scattering his belongings across the sand, as he looked around for a familiar face, his eyes wide. “Robin…” he whispered, unable to hide the confusion and the hurt in his voice. “Robin?” He pushes through a small group of people, searching for someone he was sure was dead….

And then he saw her.

She was older but it was Robin; the girl with the bow and arrow who constantly got him into trouble; who he LET get him into trouble. She had changed but not so much he didn’t know her. HIS Robin.

“ROBIN!” he yelled across the beach, his feet taking her toward him at breakneck speed. He ran as fast as he could until he collided with her, his arms wrapped tightly around her the only thing that kept her from sprawling in the dirt. “Oh my God…. Rob… Robin! Is it really you?” He gasped, unable to keep the tears from falling down his face. “Is it really you!?”

[hazy-world-heartbeats]

Hello, my old heart/How have you been?/Are you still there inside my chest?/I've been so worried, you've been so still/barely beating at all

[hazy-world-heartbeats]

[hazy-world-heartbeats]

Where: the beach

Who: Robin and John

He had been in Prentiss for almost forty-eight hours and all he had done was watch the sunrise on the beach once and sleep. Perhaps, that was truly a waste of time, but in all honesty, he hadn’t gotten a good night’s sleep in quite a long time. He rested easier tucked into one corner of the hotel bed and no one was there to wake him up at the ass crack of dawn with his damned schedule. It was what his body needed and for once he was glad to give it what it needed. Sometimes self car was just sleeping and building your strength up after a difficult time.

Now what his body needed was good and something to drink. He felt giddy knowing he could eat whatever he wanted without his grandmother making snide comments about what he was eating. The thought sent chills of elation rolling down his spine as he got in the shower to wash the grime from his trip to Prentiss off and down the drain.

While he cleaned up he tried his hardest not to think of Robin and how proud she would be of him if she was still alive. They had often talked about him running away from his family; seeing the sights he wanted to see and doing thing things he wanted to do without a day planner to keep track of it all—… He swallowed around a lump in his throat, doing his best to try not to think about her. He wondered if it would ever stopped hurting and what he would do if that answer turned out to be a no. He didn’t want to think about it. Especially if not hurting meant forgetting. He didn’t want to forget Robin Locksley.

He pulled a wrinkled pair of jeans and a soft, comfortable, tee shirt out of his back pack and slid them on. He looked like he had slept in them but that would be okay. Eventually he wouldn’t need to live out of his backpack but that was something he’d worry about later. He slid his phone, still turned off to avoid the bevy of calls from everyone he knew, and his keys into his pocket; sliding into his shoes before leaving the room.

He found a place that served a wonderful looking turkey and cheese croissant sandwich and a heathy order of fries. He paired that with a cookie and a peach tea and made his way back to the beach. It wasn’t as empty as it was before but he found a spot and settled in to soak up some sun and listen to the surf against the shore while he ate, smiling up at the clear blue sky with a melancholy look. “Looks like I made it, Rob…. Where the hell are you….?” He leaned back on his elbows and tilted his head towards the sky. It would be nice if she were here but she wasn’t. He’d just have to make the best of it.

[fyeahegerton]

EXTREMELY IMPORTANT DETAILS™ — Robin of Loxley (Robin Hood, 2018)