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❝ WE FIGHT FOR HUMANITY. ❞
❝ WE FIGHT FOR HUMANITY. ❞
This blog has been sort of a mess for a while now, so I’ve decided to finally move it and start clean. This one will be kept as an archive, but you can now fine me HERE under the same ol’ url I’ve had for over a year. Hope to see you guys over there!
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❝ cute – alright, you’ve got yourself a deal. I’ll be right back with your drinks; then give me half an hour && I’ll be all yours. ❞
And she’s off & does as promised, returning with his pints & then vanishing for the rest of the shift. Half an hour later she’s falling into the seat beside him, letting her hair fall free from the bun it had been locked in for most of the day. she had to admit – this was better than going home.
❝ so are you a good date ?? ❞
❛ –––––––– Looking forward to it. ❜
Though his mate’s band had already began playing, Robin’s attention cannot be said to be solely on the fellow musicians. Dark blues catch the sight of the generous waitress over the brim of the pint near his lips, and continue on returning to her many times more, until she is at last occupying the seat saved by his side. She is welcomed with a warm smile and a recently ordered pint ( one he had asked Liz for once the 30 minute mark had been hit ).
❛ There you go. Oh, I’m inclined to say yes, but then again, I’ve never taken a poll. Or taken myself out on a date, so I wouldn’t rely too heavily on my word. It’s best you form your own opinion. ❜
The was not a selfish BONE in his body, never could there be for Robin was a good man. If there was anything she’d give up to be with him, she’d not hesitate a second. Her sense of will was very much present yet her strength could only take such a hit that eventually she’d crumble; like a great monument in the midst of an earthquake. The worst she had prepared herself for but the choice tore her in half.
“ But I bare a part. A horrible part in all of it. ” There it was; his touch, she secretly craved. Her heart skipped a beat too many, of course her heart was his—- but her body now the possession of another. But never her heart.
“ Gisborne is my suitor– by royal decree. I can’t do this, I can’t marry a man I do not love. Nor a murderer. ”
Though he sensed just what the nature of these bad news would be, it did little to lessen the blow. Hearing it from her made it real, and all the more PAINFUL for that. But that was not a condition he would succumb to ; this was no famine that plagued an entire nation. This was about Marian, and her fate alone. A scale much smaller than of the problems he fought against, and a battle he could WIN.
Now his free hand mirrors the gesture of the other, her face being held between the two –––– his touch is gentle, yet he holds onto her almost desperately, unwilling to let go. Dark blue eyes capture hers, conviction enlacing every syllable he utters. ❛ You don’t have to marry him. You don’t have to live this life. Marian, there is nothing holding you back here anymore, you don’t have to stay. Come with me to Sherwood.
–––––––––––– I know life as an outlaw is not what you deserve, but it’s still better than this. We can make a difference, you and I. TOGETHER. All you have to do is say yes. ❜
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push off a cliff
frick frack
marry
set on fire
wrap a blanket around
be roommates with
& if i’m not in the fandom, i’ll go by what i’ve learned from tumblr!
bitingbrains | liv moore. does she?
❛ you don’t enjoy the outdoors very much, do you? ❜
toocliched | megara
TYPICAL. the one place he sneaks into to dismiss the guards just happens to be the one another person enters soon after. fortunate always favoured the outlaw.
❛ don’t be alarmed. there’s a perfectly good explanation for all this, i PROMISE. ❜
dominatrick | isabella irene adler
❛ are you sure we haven’t met before? your jawline seems impossibly familiar. ❜
herunfailingkindness | margaery tyrell
Sometimes, their targets fought valiantly for their belongings. Sometimes ( most times ) they failed to see the poetic beauty of taking their last breath IN BATTLE, to defend their possessions honour. They ran fast as they could from the hoodlum and his band of misfits ; surely towards Nottingham, looking for support from the Sheriff before returning for what they left behind ––––– or, in this case, who.
A woman still inside the carriage, and cowards running off shouting at the wind promises that they would soon return for her. A frown creased his features, disgusted and unimpressed by the action. Of course, she wasn’t in any REAL danger with the merry men, but her companions didn’t know that.
Robin approaches the carriage, an ever charming smile upon his lips as he peeks in to regard the woman left behind. He speaks softly, friendly, as if any other tone would spook her. ❛ Your friends said they would be right back. I reckon they’ll take a tad more than that, though. Are you alright, my lady? Unharmed, I hope? Please don’t fret, I give you my word that we will not hurt you in any way. ❜ We’re not as BAD as they say.
❝ pretty and smart – who would’a thought. So you’re a fun teacher? excellent. I think I might just sit back & watch you this time; maybe I’ll come to another class. ❞
she grins, leaning up on her toes to kiss his cheek as she passes before stepping into line taking his arm once again as he steps in beside her. teeth bite into her bottom lip as she glances up at the menu before her.
❝ iced caramel macchiato looks good. ❞
❛ I am very pretty, thank you. I think I’m a fun guy in general, but yeah, my classes are just as F U N. And when you witness how this is true, you will be more than welcome to come to another class. ❜
Smile grows into grin as lips press against his cheek. A nod is given next, and he proceeds to ask the barista for a cup of black coffee and his companion’s order. He is not one for dates, it wasn’t a habit of his ––– yet one could hardly tell, as the musician seemed perfectly at ease in his successful efforts to take all the right steps. Once the orders are done, he takes both in hands and gives the macchiato to the brunette.
❛ Would you rather head out or take a seat for a few minutes? ❜