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Who: Robin Hood (masterofloxley) and Lady Marian (notamaiden)
What: Some. . . cute tiems.
When: Late evening.
Where: Marian's room
Rating: TBA? I imagine no more than PG-13.
Robin glanced at himself in the mirror. He couldn't help but notice that since arriving at the castle, he looked quite a bit healthier. Eating regularly wasn't something he got to do back in Nottingham and being well groomed was not high on the list either. Since discovering the bath and what he'd been told was called a shower, Robin had been bathing nearly every day - a luxury not even the King would get back home - and he had been able to brush his hair, and they even had brushes for teeth. It was all very advanced and amazing, as far as he was concerned.
It helped that it also supplied him with his noble clothes, instead of just his fighting ones.
He grinned, winking at himself in the mirror for looking his best, and quickly left the room. He didn't want to keep Marian waiting, after all. Walking the flights of stairs (he didn't trust the elevator) he eventually arrived at her floor, going down the hall until he found her room. Knocking three times, he let his hand fall, leaning against the door's frame as he waited for her to answer.
What: Some. . . cute tiems.
When: Late evening.
Where: Marian's room
Rating: TBA? I imagine no more than PG-13.
Robin glanced at himself in the mirror. He couldn't help but notice that since arriving at the castle, he looked quite a bit healthier. Eating regularly wasn't something he got to do back in Nottingham and being well groomed was not high on the list either. Since discovering the bath and what he'd been told was called a shower, Robin had been bathing nearly every day - a luxury not even the King would get back home - and he had been able to brush his hair, and they even had brushes for teeth. It was all very advanced and amazing, as far as he was concerned.
It helped that it also supplied him with his noble clothes, instead of just his fighting ones.
He grinned, winking at himself in the mirror for looking his best, and quickly left the room. He didn't want to keep Marian waiting, after all. Walking the flights of stairs (he didn't trust the elevator) he eventually arrived at her floor, going down the hall until he found her room. Knocking three times, he let his hand fall, leaning against the door's frame as he waited for her to answer.