sherhood !
it is within the castle walls that he speaks with her , despite the danger that unwittingly surrounds him ; the guards that could at any given moment threaten his being . 𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒔 , hidden ——————— but barely so . he smiles , a touch of amusement in the quiver of his lips as she scolds him . 𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 . with each passing moment he could only ever love her more . without her , he is not whole , `& that is why the risk he has taken to see her today was worth every near miss .
❝ gisbourne may only wish , ❞ he states , a tease `pon his tongue as he shifts his weight only slightly . his eyes do not once leave her expression . ❝ i am always in trouble , that has not changed . in fact , i’m here to speak with the sheriff . 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒊 𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒑 𝒊𝒏 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 , 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 . ❞
OF COURSE, HE WAS ALWAYS THE TONE OF SURPRISE; an icarus who flew too close, utilising luck as a superpower. she was astonished that his wings hadn’t melted yet, that the guards, who were supposed to let their gaze linger upon her stature as she tended to the flowers, have managed to let him slip by. nevertheless, she smiles, the curvature of red painted lips reaching her eyes and a hand takes his.
❝ next time, you ought to give me some sort of warning. you scared me ! ❞ she speaks softly, each word sounding like it were dipped in honey: smooth, tasteful, full of love that came straight from the muscle in her chest, her heart. ❝ i must ask, why do you need to speak with him ? you know he would rather see your head on a stick. ❞
