#p: robert

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@fairestmusesofthemall continued from x

Robert nodded slowly. Two lifetimes. It was too many. He almost felt like he’d lived three, what with his life as a pirate being so different from his life as a shepherd. He should have gone home to David sooner, shouldn’t he? He felt he’d failed his son; both of them.

“Oh well, I’m not a friend per say. I’m not sure what David thinks of me anymore. I … hope I could be a friend to him. Or … something. Just something.” He’d ruined the chance to be a father, hadn’t he? Friend even felt like too much to hope for. Maybe he could just shoot for his son not hating him, and his son knowing the truth.

“Sure, I’d love a coffee … though maybe I shouldn’t. I’m not sure what David would feel, and I don’t want to encroach …” he took a deep breath. He had to tell her now. He couldn’t keep it hidden …

“I’m his father. I’m David’s father and … I with how I disappeared suddenly after years of being a drunk … I don’t think he’ll remember me fondly. All I want is to be in his life but … I shouldn’t force myself in. I’m sorry.”

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text ☏ robert

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Jax: My coworker says I need a new shirt

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@everdetermined

Robert had decided it would be a bad idea to bring his crew with him. While many feared the Dread Pirate Roberts, even more feared the Dark One. None of his crew really wanted to face the imp, and Robert decided it wasn’t worth it. He didn’t need their help anyway, and the Dark One knew him well enough to not just turn him into a toad on the spot. He would get the chance to talk, and hopefully once again get help finding what he sought.

Yet, as he walked toward the Dark One’s castle, the hair on the back of his neck was starting to stand up. It wasn’t from fear of the Dark One, this was a different feeling. Perhaps the feeling of being watched? Robert looked around cautiously, eyes landing on a small white dove. Somehow that unnerved him more. The trees around here were dense and dark, and the dove stood out amidst the dark environment.

“What are you staring at me for?” he questioned the bird, even though he knew it wouldn’t answer him. It was just a bird! Or was it? The Dark One had been known to perform quite a bit of magic … could this be the victim of a deal gone wrong?

“Go on, get out of here, bird,” he ordered, trying to sound threatening as he stared at it. “I have business with the Dark One and I doubt you want to be around for that.”

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text 💰 robert

Jax: We need to talk about what happened

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@woodensouled​ wanted a starter from Robert

Robert could have sworn there was something familiar about the stranger even when he’d first come to town. Now that the curse was broken and he’d heard people talking of August being Pinocchio, he knew why. Somehow, even in his cursed state, he’d recognized the boy that had once been a puppet and had helped him find his son on Pleasure Island.

But now, Pinocchio was missing, and Geppetto was worried sick about him. Robert couldn’t reunite with David right now. His son was still furious about things from his childhood. Robert would have to prove to David he deserved.

And right now, to help himself, Geppetto, and Pinocchio, Robert was trying to track the former puppet down. He didn’t know much about Pinocchio himself, but during his time as a pirate he had learned more about tracking, and also how to hide from the law. It took him some time, but he had eventually found the abandoned trailer in the woods. It could be anyone inside, and yet Robert was fairly certain it was Pinocchio.

He knocked on the door, trying to keep a small tremble out of his voice as he called out. “Pinocchio? Are you in there? It’s … I’m not sure if you remember me. You helped me once and … I was wondering if we could talk now? I’d like to help you, if I can.” Maybe he could. Maybe he could explain to Pinocchio just how much Geppetto missed him. It was worth a shot, at least.

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@unhollowedsouls

The knights had left him alone, just for a moment. Robert was tied to the back of his cart, waiting for them to return to finish him off. He would never see anyone in his family again. He couldn’t help James, he couldn’t support Ruth, he wouldn’t be there for David.  He’d failed every one of them. He lowered his head, staring at the dirt path as he tugged hopelessly at the ropes binding his hands to the cart. He wasn’t getting free. It was hopeless …

But then he heard something. Someone was there, and when he turned his head to look, he realized it wasn’t one of George’s men. This man looked average. Maybe he’d help!

“Please, help me,” Robert said as quietly as possible, hoping not to attract the knights back just yet. “Please, can you cut me lose? I have a family I want to get back to. They’re going to kill me. Please, please help.” He was desperate enough to offer almost anything to this man, and while he didn’t say so, the desperation showed clearly on his face.

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Robert sat in Granny’s, drinking more whiskey. Ruby had saidshe was cutting him off after this because he was getting too drunk. That wasfine. He had rum in his flask. Today was the anniversary of the day he’d leftto find James and lost his entire family in the process. He was going to get completely drunk and no waitress was going to stop him.

Through his drunken haze, he heard someone at the table nearhim say something. David’s name. He half turned around in his chair, listeningin on their conversation.

“Yeah, Snow could do better, but at least he’s not thatterrible,” one of them was saying. Which one? He didn’t know. And in hisdrunken haze, he missed the lightness in the tone. It was just a joke, butRobert didn’t know that.

He stood up, stumbling over and grabbing the shoulder of thenearest man. He was really short, with white hair and glasses. At least, hethought the man was wearing glasses. Things were starting to look a littleblurry to him.

“Don’t talk that way about David!” he insisted, swinging hisfist at the dwarf he was holding, aiming for the jaw. His aim was bad and heended up hitting a bit higher up than he intended, but Robert didn’t care. “David’s great!” he slurred as the others jumped up from the table. They were all short! “Don’t you dare insult David again!”

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Arthur: “Some things are more precious because they don’t last long.” (your choice)

“Perhaps so, but I find the most precious things of all are the things that were never meant to end.” Robert would give anything to get the connection to his family back, even though it seemed to be far too late for that.