A walk, a cuppa, and a bit of conversation; Closed RP for Robin and Lizzy
For the tenth time in the same number of minutes Robin checked his appearance in the mirror. His owl exchange with Elizabeth Bennet had somehow disintegrated from his intended search for an opening to bring up Mr. Darcy - and, perhaps, give true love a bit of a push - into his blatant and horrifyingly unrestrained flirting.
Passing his hand over his face, he gave his reflection a rueful stare. "You're in over your head, Puck," he grumbled. "Stop trying to playing Cupid. Meet the lady, have a nice cup of tea, and then forget her. Forget the whole lot of them."
He shook himself, attempting to lose his meloncholy mood, attempting to ignore the unfamiliar feeling of nervous delight clenching his stomach every time he allowed his mind to wander onto Elizabeth Bennet. He was a Puck, for Bacchus' sake. This mere slip of a girl was nothing more than a nice piece of ass or an amusing bit of conversation. What the hell was wrong with him - acting like a fucking human teenager with no control over his emotions. He entertained, he enticed, he enthralled; he bedded and bewildered and raised hell. He did not have mushy feelings.
Nodding to himself, completely pushing the fact that his heart was pounding and his hands shaking slightly aside, Robin made his way down to the common room to meet Elizabeth. This was just an opportunity for a nice jaunt out in the fresh air. Nothing more.