#t:lost

[thelovelymissparkinson]

Lost

@jameslgrillo

She was

homeless.

The war was done. Potter won. And she was the girl who tried to get him killed. It had been all over the news, her face and name all over... everywhere. Her parents were livid and they’d thrown her out, not a sickle to her name. This was her first night on the streets. She’d exhausted the Greengrass’s hospitality, which amounted to a shed in the deepest part of their manor grounds.

Pansy lifted a trembling hand to her lips and she blinked back tears she didn’t realize she still managed to have. Fear. It was paralyzing. She had no idea what to do. She stilled at the sound of oncoming footsteps.

[lionoflocksley]

Lost

Merida nods her head as she replied.”She sure does.” she could only imagine how things would have turned out if both her mothers showed up today to save her. It probably would have ended up a lot more hectic and dangerous than it did with just her father.

At the mention of magic she found herself frowning and gripping her spoon hard. “I wouldn’t have wanted them there. Those people..they were looking for my magic. I don’t..I don’t really understand it but I know if moms where there those men would have tried to do something to them.” she nibbled her bottom lip gently and she shuddered just thinking about it.

She had to force herself to listen to him and keep those thoughts from her mind. Instead she thought about her brothers and how happy she was to be seeing them again. “I can’t wait to see them.” it’s been a year. She had missed birthdays and holidays and other various things. It hurt hard and she had to duck her head as tears welled in her eyes.

The thief had considered telling her mothers what he had found out and then taken them with him but there were so many reasons as to why that was a bad idea and among them is that he would have worried for all three ladies in the non-magical world even though he knows they all can handle their own well enough; it doesn’t mean that they should. Quick in and out was much easier to manage and if something went wrong the villains would have only managed to nab him not Regina or Zelena o worst case scenario both or all three of them. Where would the children be if that happened?

“The people that abducted you were seeking out magic? If they know enough to be able to enter Storybrooke they ought to have known that magic can not exist over the town line. Objects have limited power but ....” Robin sighed heavily. “We can talk about these people later. I don’t want you having to recall anything that happened there. Just enjoy the soup and my poor company.” He noticed her sudden shift in mood and gently laid his hand over hers. “Would you like to go home tonight? I had thought to let you rest after a shower and a meal but if you want to go I’ll gladly pack up and we can get home to our family.”

[lionoflocksley]

Lost

      Each day hope wears thinner and there’s not much left of it these days to go around. The townspeople had given up ages ago followed by the children and it took much longer for the parents to start to wear down to a point where they had to face the likelihood that even with all of their combined skills and the full support of the town they couldn’t find their daughter.

       Their daughter who has been missing for a year now and presumed lost to them all. When all is bleak he still searches and comes across a lead that’s lead him out of town. Knowing full well what his family would think about him crossing the town line he didn’t mention a thing nor say any goodbyes because in his mind that was for the best because he fully intended to return and nothing untoward had happened in ages.

        There’s a note explaining where he’s gone off too without being too specific and that he’s sorry for leaving as he has but he can’t not follow this lead, and that he loves them. If he came back from another dead in the children, Regina or Zelena might be tempted to kill him.

         Almost seven hours or so later by borrowed car Robin finds himself following up on the tip which has lead him to an old warehouse in a nearly derelict shipping yard. He’s armed to the teeth and ready for whatever he finds once inside. The thief kept to the shadows making his way through the cargo containers and random other things. On occasion he had to deal with a thug which either meant he was on the right trail or someone was having him do their dirty work for them. Each person he came across he used non-lethal means to subdue them but whether that remained true depended on if...when...he finds his daughter.