The Solution

Robin Ellacott From the cormoran Strike Series indie Rp-blog (private & selective) // written by ren

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ooc;; this blog is full of dust.

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Meeting of the Muses

"Hi, sorry, I saw you from across the room and had to say hi. Hi."

"Oops! So sorry. Did I hurt you?"

"I think they gave me your coffee by mistake."

"Your dress is beautiful."

"That is an adorable dog. What's their name?"

"Wow. What a jerk."

"I don't suppose you have a pen, do you?"

"Where did you get that coat? It's gorgeous."

"Is there a problem here?"

"Are you okay?"

"Did you loose a cat?"

"You left your bag behind."

"Sorry. I didn't mean to stare."

"You don't look good. Are you feeling okay?"

"It's raining and I don't have an umbrella."

"This is going to sound crazy but my car died and I need to call AAA but I left my phone at home. Can you call them for me?"

"You wouldn't happen to have seen a pair of sunglasses around, have you?"

"Have you been crying?"

"You look hungry, let's get you something to eat."

"I don't get modern art."

"I'm not sure it's a great idea to be in this neighborhood after dark."

"That smells amazing. What is it?"

"I have been trying to come up with a good opening line for a while and keep failing."

"Are you okay?"

"Is this your car? I'm afraid I nicked the door."

"Could you turn the music down?"

"Can you believe that asshole?"

"Sorry, let me move my stuff."

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We’ve been sent a leg.

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Because that tv Matthew apology just made Robin seem like “yeah, sure, you did all these shitty things but I’m still going back to you just because you cooked dinner and ask for forgiveness on your knees.” The book has it better? because Matthew actually takes advantage of the fact that Robin is at her most vulnerable (since she’s watching the royal wedding and thinking of her own wedding that was supposed to happen), which makes Matthew even more of a dick, tbh. If that moment hadn’t happened, I’m almost sure that there wouldn’t have been a wedding. 

I don’t give this marriage a year.

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“This was you?”

Send “This was you?” for your muse find a old photo of mine;; @detectivepubehead

She was going to see her mum for lunch, so with her, she had brought a box full of old pictures she had brought with her when Matthew and she decided to move to London. Robin thought she might probably want to have some of them back. She had been looking at the pictures for a second time before he arrived, so some of them were scattered on her desk. – Robin finished preparing her tea, before turning around to reply with a nod. “The one and only.”

Wanting to know exactly at what picture he was looking at, she stood behind him. “First day of school… In all honesty, I don’t think I was too happy about it, but what kid is?”

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”Why are you pushing me away?”

❤ ▬▬ EMOTIONAL STARTERS TO KICK YOU IN THE FEELINGS. / @perfectpunctuation

          was he? perhaps not deliberately. perhaps in ways which, in spite of remaining subtle, had failed to achieve the not so unconscious aim of being inconspicuous. strike wasn’t the kind of man telling himself lies - even where robin was concerned. especially where robin was concerned. he wasn’t the kind of man who would feed her lies, either. not the necessary ones, at any rate. he’d once pretended to sack her; and the phony situation hadn’t been one to her, the hurt inflicted as vivid and genuine as if he’d genuinely got rid of her. was he to give her a fake answer now? to offer some reason that would ring true whilst being completely fabricated for her benefit?

admitting emotions, confessing an attraction, had never proven to be a problem for strike. his mind was too pragmatically analytical to make room for a coy embarrassment most people were bound to feel when standing in front of the very one they… they what? fancied? too weak and too shallow. liked? liked would make him sound like a teenager. loved? far too deep and raw. 

“i’ve been busy,” he replied. his eyes found hers. looking at her would give weight to his words. “i’m sorry if you’ve felt that i…” he shrugged, picked up the cup of tea she’d just made. of course she had. these sorts of conversations required a cup, something to hold. “”i didn’t mean to.” strike, you fucking liar. “i suppose we’ve both been busy, though. go on then, bring me up to date.”

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detectivepubehead: II CORMORAN

          “oh yeah, bloody good job you did there defending yourself.” if it hadn’t been for shanker’s delayed but successful intervention, strike would more than likely be waiting in the morgue for matthew to identify her body. where was matthew, anyway? his absence only served to spur strike on. “i told you to stay out of it,” he admonished her. louder and frimer, his voice sounded like it was bouncing off the walls but that didn’t deter him one bit. “what did you think you could achieve?”

it wasn’t fair to tell her off now. later, he thought, later would be wise and fruitful. but later his anger would have vanished, supplanted by a quiet resentment, by regrets, by a sense of loss he wouldn’t dig into. “brockbank’s fine.” there was a chair against the wall, he pulled it closer to the bed and sat on it with a grimace at the pain in his stump. “he’s gone awol and will carry on living happily if alyssa doesn’t press charges and the police don’t catch him.” strike had yet to meet her, leaving him in the dark as to hazard a guess about her response to the altercation.

“Stop it.” Robin knew he was angry at her and she didn’t quite like the fact that she had been the one to provoke this, but not even this was enough to make her regret what she had done, she would have done it all over again if necessary. The only thing that she was regretting now, was that Brockbank was going to go ahead and continue living his life as if nothing has happened and who knew where he was now. “I couldn’t just do nothing. I needed to warn her and put an end to this.” She had turned this into something personal and this was probably where things started to go wrong.

”I wanted to stop him, I still do.” And she would attempt to accomplish this once she was out of here, if Alyssa didn’t press charges, then she would try to convince her to do so. Her head was not in getting better, but in Brockbank alone. He was going to make someone his next victim and she needed to prevent this from happening. -- The pain she was going through was minimum thanks to the drugs she was receiving, but she knew that things had gone far worse than what she was able to remember.

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Strike: Career of Evil

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Coffee?

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Send “This was you?” for your muse find a old photo of mine.

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❤ ▬▬ emotional starters to kick you in the feelings.

“What am I to you?” “If you could be with me, would you?” “Do you still think about (___)?” ”Do you want to be something more?” “I need to tell you how I feel.” “I miss how we used to be.” “Is it okay to say that I’m jealous?” “I’m so sorry I’m jealous… It’s such an ugly feeling.” ”I can’t help the way I feel.” ”They all want you, but they don’t even know you.” ”Is it okay to want you for myself?” “You’re mine. I don’t want to share.” “I want to be the only one for you.” “It’s you. You’re it. You’re the one I want.” “If you want me, you can have me.” “You can have others, but I will be your priority.” “Let’s talk about what you want.” “Let’s talk about what I want.” “I’ll wait for you. I’ll wait until you’re ready.” “You’re my friend. You didn’t know that?” ”I don’t think I know how to love…” ”Can I trust you?” “I forgive you.” “I only play around because I don’t have you.” “Name it. I’d give it up for you.” “You play so hard to get. Will I ever catch you?” “How can I get you to like me?” “Is there some secret to winning your love?” “Are you available?” “Are you afraid of commitment?” “If I agreed to be exclusive with you, would you do the same?” “Do you feel anything?” ”Why are you pushing me away?” ”The instant you start to feel something, you turn tail and run.” ”He/she/they love you, you know…” ”Don’t. I’m not good for you. Don’t even think about falling for me.” ”I will hurt you. That’s just a fact.” “You’re so wild that I want to be the one to tame you.” ”If you love them, then I want to as well.” “Your heart is safe with me.” ”You’re the type who wants to have your cake and eat it, too.” ”You’ve got me wrapped around your finger.” ”I’ve missed you so much.” ”Your happiness comes before mine.” ”I don’t mind sharing, as long as I’m with you.” “I am so sorry for hurting you.” “Can we start over?”

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detectivepubehead: II CORMORAN

          strike wasn’t labouring under any delusion and whilst the anger bubbling in the blood that furiously pumped through his veins was directed at him and his mistakes and his oversight, it was also meant for robin. seeing her now barely alleviated the feeling. bruised and pale and still groggy from the cocktail of painkillers they gave her, not to mention the drip of morphine that would every few minutes whir and instill the needed drug in her body, she didn’t move when the door to her hospital room pulled open to allow him in. nor did she try to.

“i’d kill shanker if i weren’t already on the met’s radar screen.”

that he secretly liked the budding partnership between his friend and robin had no bearing in the situation robin had landed in. if anything, it only worsened it. and his mood. “brockbank would have destroyed you, do you realise that?”

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Robin couldn’t exactly remember what had happened, she had gone in thinking that she had everything under control and for a moment perhaps she did, but before she knew it, Brockbank had his hands on her. Everything had changed in a matter of seconds. From the bits that she could remember, she was able to recall how Brockbank hit the back of her head against the wall time and time again. Luckily for her, the drugs were keeping her headache away (along with the rest of the pain her body could be experiencing). His comment caused her to open her eyes to look directly at him, only to close them against soon after that.“I know how to defend myself and Shanker was nearby.” Or at least she thought he was, when she called out to him, he never appeared. She wondered what had happened there.

Had it all been worth it? each hit she had received, the pain she will be feeling in the upcoming days, the bruises that were starting to become more evident. Had her actions and decisions managed to put a stop to Brockbank? how she hoped so. “Brockbank... where is he now, what happened to him?” As she spoke, she was able to taste the blood in her mouth.

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When Robin cries, the world cries with her.

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“Gives us one, then. Thanks.”

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The way Strike took Robin’s hand and led her away from the leg, turning her face away and making sure she was ok before doing anything else.