Elizabeth was waiting in the common room, warmly dressed, though she'd yet to put on her bonnet, and sporting the hair combs that Robin had sent her. She was absently perusing one of the letters he'd sent her, still not entirely over how freely men and women exchanged letters at Hogwarts. Lizzy was also slightly puzzled as to why Robin had sent her hair combs. She was delighted with them, but terribly unsure as to what the were supposed to mean.
She glanced up over the letter and spotted Robin. "Mr. Goodfellow! I trust you are well, sir, and ready to leave?" Lizzy tucked the letter into the pocket of her spenser, after telling herself that adding poetry at the end of a missive did not hint at any tender feelings on the writer's part. She had always been of the opinion that one good sonnet could drive away love forever, if it was written properly.
At the bottom of the stairs, Robin caught sight of Lizzy and stopped for a moment, his breath quite literally gone. She was so lovely. Not a beautiful that conventional wisdom would ascribe, rather something in the way her head tilted when she spoke, or her lips quirked up into a smile, or her eyes sparkled. Something about the way she carried herself, her very presence... Well, it was easy to see why Darcy was in love with her.
Darcy was in love with her. Shit. Swallowing hard, Robin forced his wayward thoughts back in line. All well and good to admire the form of a woman. Hell, he'd been doing it since women had forms to admire. A bit of a lustful thought, a sly innuendo, a quick flash of skin - these were how he operated. They were his comfort zone. The way a Puck related to mortals. 'Love' was for humans, fucking for Pucks. That's the way it worked
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Elizabeth blushed and accepted the rose with a laugh. "I thank you, sir! I shall grow quite spoiled with all the gifts that you shower upon me." She touched one of the hair combs and smiled up at him, rather touched by his gesture, and his blush. "But I do thank you, sir. I cannot hope to repay your kindness." Lizzy accepted his arm, and added, "Or your gallantry. I shall be delighted, sir. On we go!"
She awkwardly put her bonnet on, as she was holding the rosebud in one hand, and Robin's arm with the other, and smiled again. Rather playfully, Lizzy continued, "And I find myself once more at a decided disadvantage. Where are we going, my dear Mr. Goodfellow? What delights lie in store?"
((He's something, that's for sure. :p And he's only adorable because of Lizzy's inherent coolness. I just wish I knew what in the world he was up to. Although, I think he feels the same way. XD))"Oh, come now," he grinned widely at her. "A few baubles are scarcely enough to turn your head. Though you flatter me to think I might do so. I simply..." here he hesitated, uncharacteristically at a loss for words. "I simply enjoy seeing you smile," he finished after a beat, his eyes locked on hers for a moment before he looked away, the corners of his eyes crinkling with his smile
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She glanced up over the letter and spotted Robin. "Mr. Goodfellow! I trust you are well, sir, and ready to leave?" Lizzy tucked the letter into the pocket of her spenser, after telling herself that adding poetry at the end of a missive did not hint at any tender feelings on the writer's part. She had always been of the opinion that one good sonnet could drive away love forever, if it was written properly.
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Darcy was in love with her. Shit. Swallowing hard, Robin forced his wayward thoughts back in line. All well and good to admire the form of a woman. Hell, he'd been doing it since women had forms to admire. A bit of a lustful thought, a sly innuendo, a quick flash of skin - these were how he operated. They were his comfort zone. The way a Puck related to mortals. 'Love' was for humans, fucking for Pucks. That's the way it worked ( ... )
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Elizabeth blushed and accepted the rose with a laugh. "I thank you, sir! I shall grow quite spoiled with all the gifts that you shower upon me." She touched one of the hair combs and smiled up at him, rather touched by his gesture, and his blush. "But I do thank you, sir. I cannot hope to repay your kindness." Lizzy accepted his arm, and added, "Or your gallantry. I shall be delighted, sir. On we go!"
She awkwardly put her bonnet on, as she was holding the rosebud in one hand, and Robin's arm with the other, and smiled again. Rather playfully, Lizzy continued, "And I find myself once more at a decided disadvantage. Where are we going, my dear Mr. Goodfellow? What delights lie in store?"
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