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[lionoflocksley]

Returning Home

It took a great deal of convincing for today to even be possible but in the end everything worked out in the Brit’s favor. There were but a few people who knew what was going on, and within the span of a few hours he found himself at a familiar grade school summoning Henry Mills out of class to the office. The young man having no idea why he was being called up to the office entered and questioned the receptionist who simply shrugged and gestured towards the wall. “Your father is here to pick you up.” Henry had nearly lashed out at her given he hasn’t a father but decided to turn to see who the impostor was first, and in the span of a split second he launched himself at the man.

“Hey buddy.” No matter how tall Henry may be he hauled the boy up off the ground hugging him tightly and being hugged tightly about the neck in return. “Missed you.” Henry sniffled at that, “Uh huh. We just snapped before I came to school this morning.” He knows what Robin meant but didn’t want to think about the sadness that had taken root within himself let alone his mother. “Are you back?” Henry leaned back searching the mans gaze. After seeing the smile accompanied by a succinct nod he whooped for joy then went back to hugging Robin tightly, and tossed Roland a wave when he spotted the mop of curls below.

Once they were at the house he talked their ears off about everything that they had missed but time was growing short. Regina would be home soon and they hadn’t figured out yet how they would surprise her. When the keys went into the front door Robin and Roland took off to Henry’s room and for good measure he stuffed Robin into the closet, and had Roland hide in the toy chest for now.

[lionoflocksley]

Reunion

Though he remained silent by her side he offered what support he could as her tale went from poking a bit of funny at Keith's expense to what he knows of how Cora behaved then. He can imagine the absolutely horrible things that must have been said to a point where he wonders if there is even a fraction of humanity within the woman left. How could she be so callous towards her own daughter? To her unborn grandchild? The anger he feels roiling beneath the surface will do no one good. What matters is healing from the past and growing closer together in the hopes that some day in the future they might all be a family; the family that he has dreamed of for as long as he believes she has despite all of the detours they have taken. 

"I am sorry that you lost a good man, a man that you loved, and I am thankful for him being in your life as well as our sons." His thumb rubbing gently across her fingers, "For loving you both."  The food has arrived as well as his very energetic son which automatically has put an end to their conversation as it has been. He can tell that despite the love from the curly haired Locksley that his love is still struggling with having to think about the past. Perhaps he and Roland can take her mind away from those memories towards happier things such as going for a walk before meeting up with Henry again.

Robin nods in agreement with the warmest of smiles as he runs his hand over the top of Rolands head. "Aye, that she does son though I have to say that you give the best hugs and I'm sure that Regina would love a few more of those today." The pair regard her with the same expression until the little one is distracted by the plate of food on the table within reach. "Do you want to know something Roland?" He asks while the little one chews on a few fries and his gaze never leaves the woman he loves. "Remember when you told me that Gracie made you a little card with a heart on it and said you were her Valentine?" Roland nods along while glancing between the adults. "Well, before you were born I asked Regina to be my Valentine. Mmhmm and do you know what happened then?" He tickled his sons side lightly. "She said yes and then ---" He leaned in very seriously, "well we didn't go share chocolate milk but I gave her my heart." 

"Papa!" Roland rolled his eyes. "You can't do that. That's gotta stay right here." Roland taps his chest then turns in his seat to gaze up at Regina. "Right Gina? You can't give 'way your heart you need it." He pats her forearm lightly. "I hope Papa didn't kiss you because Gracie kissed me on the cheek. I giggled and she giggled then our teacher was like none of that. It was weird Gina. I gave her a card thought with a Snoopy on it. It's what you're suppose t'do. I'll make you one!"

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FL cont.

        He's running late today. It's not something that happens often, certainly not on Thursday nights when he has a quote un quote date with Roni, and he's frustrated to a point where he might start the evening off with a few shots before touching an ale. There is a crowd funneling into the popular pub slowly, and to him it feels like they're taking their sweet ass time getting inside, and when he nearly snaps at the group to either get in or have their conversation out of the doorway he knows that he needs to reign his emotions in lest they ruin the evening for both himself and Roni. 

Finally inside he weaves his way through the crowd, the tables and even dodges a few servers to make his way to his customer seat at the bar to find it already taken by someone he hasn't seen before. His mood further sours as he watches the stranger make a few passes at Roni, and he can't quite blame them because she looks well beyond stunning tonight. It could be the way her curls are bouncing about and just barely grazing her shoulders as she tends to drink orders or perhaps the bright smile upon her face but there's also the fact that she's wearing a white shirt that draws ones eyes down the plunging neckline to her breasts and if one could tear their eyes away from such a lovely sight they might notice the curve hugging leather pants with the tiny leopard printed belt. If he's a betting man he'd bet a months salary that she's wearing those boots that have lethal eight inch heels to complete her casually sexy ensemble. 

There's an open spot at the far end of the bar so he makes his way to claim the stool before he's forced to take up a seat at a table where the best he could do was to cast glances her way until she could free herself from running the bar. When he catches her gaze he offers a smile as he drags a coaster slowly across the counter surface to rest in front of him, and mouths a, "Hullo beautiful," knowing that she won't be able to hear him over the chatter and the music. A new employee comes between them to greet him asking what he'd like to have, and his immediate thought has nothing to do with whiskey and wings but he greets her politely adding that he'll wait for Roni to make her way over to him.

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[lionoflocksley]

Hyperion Halloween

      “....”

Robin takes a good long look at himself in the mirror before attempting a signature smirk for the hundredth time while combing his hair so that it is perfect. He’s been studying his character for the past week between working, spending time with the kids and Roni.  Today is the big party at her bar for all of the regulars to bring in their kids for some safe trick or treating, and good food. There’s all sorts of little games for the kids planned out as well as some fun for the adults, and a lot of festively themed eats to be consumed. 

He’s been looking forward to this all week and with Roland pacing the bedroom he knows that he can’t take one final look at his appearance lest his son stab him with a surprisingly pointy fake sword. “Papa c’mon! We’re gonna be late!” He chuckles knowingly as he pops the collar of his coat and swaggers out into the bedroom. “Hold your horses, Roland.” This gets a frustrated huff out of his son who leaves the room giving him a moment to pull his cell out to send Roni a quick text that they’ll be at her place soon, and he’s very much looking forward to seeing her. All the emoticon fluff that follows is a promise of all the love and kisses that will be heaped upon her later.

“PAPA!!!!!” Roland cries out from the other room.

So he snags his gold glasses off the dresser putting them on as he walks down the hall and meets up his protector for the evening and together they head out of their building walking down to Roni’s among a sea of others that are out trick or treating during the day time hours.

[lionoflocksley]

Paris

         On a rare Friday night when all the stars seem to be aligning the couple have managed to not only convince Henry to hold down the fort and keep Roland out of trouble they have also been able to watch a show they have been wanting to see for well over a month now. The best part of the evening so far is realizing that it has only just begun. They still have a few hours left where they can let the night lead them, and as they walk down the sidewalk alongside the river Robin hugs Regina in closer to his side and drops a kiss atop her head as they draw closer to a local hot spot.            His step feels light as he holds the woman he loves close, and as they enter thru the club out onto the lighted deck over the river he can't help but feel a deep sense of tranquility settle into his bones. The scenery is lovely as is the aesthetic but his eyes are on the woman at his side watching her not only to see if she approves but also because he just wants to drink in the sight of her before they have to make any decisions about whether they go or stay. Drink or Dance? Find a spot out of the way to share a decadent dessert? He's pulled in one direction already but turns towards her wrapping his free arm about her waist.          "Care for a drink, beautiful?" Smiling down at her sappily. Perhaps after a drink or two and a few stolen kisses he can lure her out onto the dance floor and let the Parisian nightlife drift away around them as they dance beneath the moonlight.

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[lionoflocksley]

Fault Lines

       It has been a fairly decent afternoon in the Pac NW with nary a cloud to be seen which meant that business would be decent during the lunch rush and hopefully carry over into the evening at a pub called the Crook & Arrow that has quite a loyal local crowd that stop in fairly often for food, spirits or the camaraderie that can be had from hanging about one of the pool tables or the various dart boards. 

        With the afternoon commute over with and the dinner hour swiftly approaching the owner of the pub is running a little late due to a last minute issue with his sons sitter as he and his son have just returned from a small trip to the coast which lead to some confusion with when the sitter would be needed but everything thankfully got sorted out so that he’s only a few minutes late.

       There’s a nice crowd already tucked away in the booths that line the establishment and a few people milling about in the back near the games tables. The bar doesn’t seem all that busy but as he made his way further into the room in search of his best friend to see how business has been holding up in his brief absence he catches sight of her. He stops up short, breath held, and disbelief etched upon his face. 

        Can it be possible after all this time? Is he conjuring yet another figment born from a hopeful imagination that one day he might catch sight of her again? There are an infinite number of questions that he would love to work his way through but he realizes almost instantly that none of them truly matter for he already knows the answer to the most important question of all. It is her. He would know her anywhere, so to speak, curse or not for their connection always sparks to life the moment he catches sight of her. Will she know him in this odd world? It’s a painful thought to register but given none of the others that he has come across over time have recalled the past he’s certain that he will be meeting the love of his life all over again. 

          She’s quite different, that much is noticeable, from the way she’s cut her hair to the clothes she wears but the most striking difference is that she seems relaxed and openly happy. She’s laughing at something someone has said in passing, and the moment she turns their eyes meet and he feels his heart slam up against his ribs. “Regina ---” Her name escapes from between parted lips as he feels torn between racing towards her, and remaining fixed to the very spot he’s been in for some time now. A patron bumps into him causing him to take a step forward to balance himself and that’s all he needed to propel him towards her. With each step he’s desperately searching her gaze for some sort of recognition because if she doesn’t know him from Adam he’s at the very least going to end up with a drink thrown his face while his heart lays broken upon the floor at her feet.

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[lionoflocksley]

Rompre la Pluie

       Though the sun is shining and a cool breeze is flowing through the city of love on a hot summers day drawing out all manner of tourists and locals it is shaping up to be the worst day of Robin Locksley’s life. The day had started off rather well with a fun breakfast with his four year old son followed by a quick romp in the park where he said goodbye leaving his energetic boy in the capable hands of Emma Swan. From there he had gone about taking care of some business to get it out of the way then ducked into one of the smaller local museums to lazily browse the works. 

        Where the day started to go downhill was when he boarded a bus supposedly to where he needed to be in order to meet up with Emma but instead it took him somewhere he couldn’t sort out and though he had a map on him he couldn’t make sense of it. What made matters worse was that Emma wasn’t answering her mobile, no doubt too busy keeping tabs on Roland or talking with him about the landmark, and though that’s what he believes is happening he still worries that somethings gone off. 

         Alone, lost and anxious the foreigner tries his best to ask for help. Time and time again turned away or ignored by those who don’t speak a lick of English. Still he keeps trying because he honestly doesn’t have a choice. Eventually someone will be able to help him; he hopes.  “Excusez-moi,” one of the few things he knows how to say. “Do you speak English?” No. Alright then. “Pardon et moi; Can you help me?”