Robin always knew there was a risk whenever he had a planned heist, every detail might have been known, every possible scenario had a backup plan, an escape plan, but one misstep would end his life. His goal would never be reached, his people would return to poverty and hunger and Marian would be left alone. It was the selfish side, the side that made him a man that that last one hurt the most.
They were supposed to be cleaning pots and pans, the food Little John had caught was to be served to their campsite and yet he found himself watching her. Taking in every detail as if it were his last, at least until Marian noticed and he finds himself flushed with embarrassment, a coy smile slowly slipping onto his face.
"Now, what's wrong with me looking at you?" He teases, returning to the task of scrubbing out a pot, the river's water cooling his flush away. "You're beautiful, I'm one lucky thief. Why shouldn't I get the chance to enjoy basking in your presence?" He asks, tone lifting into an theatrical flourish as he flicks a bit of water at her.
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Why is it that since Robin's return, he has been so infuriatingly smug about EVERYTHING?!!! Especially, the fact that he held her affections. "It's not the glances, per say." She smoothly answers. "It is HOW you stare, like you wish to devour me." She clarifies brusquely from over the pot she was scrubbing. With that damnable smile of his leering innocently enough back at her, Marian finds herself shaking her head. She BURNS with torturous desire. Her heart strains inside of her chest, thundering ferociously against the cage of her ribs.
As the NightWatchman and a prisoner of the castle, she couldn't afford to be distracted, and yet, HERE Robin is. Close enough to touch, and every bit the distraction she THOUGHT he would be. The fact that Marian can not HAVE him until the King returns is absolutely MADDENING. The temptation is considerable when Robin fixes her with those impishly shinning eyes of his.
The word beautiful brings crimson to her cheekbones. Even after all this time, he knew how to stir her affections towards him. Along with how to rile her up with insufferable antics. "If you moon over me like that in public, you will damage my cover." She cautiously reminds him. Whilst she would not mind the risk to herself, she MUST think of her father's safety. Even if it means, denying her own wants. And it is Robin that she yearns after -outlaw or not. "Guy of Gisborne believes I am wholly in league him and the Sheriff. Albeit, with more compassion." She was playing a dangerous game, stringing Gisborne and Sheriff Vaisey along to suit Robin and his gang's needs and assist the heists. Her efforts had already cost her Knighton Manor. It turns out, affronting Gisborne had been a poor choice.
Marian shakes her head at his next remark. "Do you always lay it on THIS thick?" When she is splashed with water, she hisses. "HEY!!!" She pauses to assess the spritz. "Oh, grow up--" And yet, even as she administers those words, she is competitively splashing him back. In retaliation, the blonde uses the pan she had been scrubbing as a ladle to slosh him. Two could play this game, and she would not deign to let him win for the heck of it.
