It's a Marvelous Night For a Moondance...

[lordofsherwood]

Who: Robin and Marian
When: the night of the party
Where: mostly the corridor around their rooms, third floor of the main house
What: meeting up to go to the party

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[lady_fitzwalter]

Since Cindy had shown Marian the craft room, she had taken it upon herself to do a bit of searching in some of the books in the library. Using that, and the dress she had seen Cindy wear as inspiration, she had spent quite a bit of her time finding the perfect pattern from which to make herself a dress. The party seemed the perfect opportunity to wear it for the first time, and after coming across a pair of shoes in the basement that went with it, she felt as though she might fit in with the other people who would be attending the party a little better

[lordofsherwood]

Robin froze for a moment, feeling his brain shut down at both the sight of Marian in that dress, and at the way she was looking at him.

Apparently, these clothes would do.

As would hers, very well. Belatedly, he lowered his arm, trying to form a coherent thought, much less regain the ability to speak. "Yes," he finally managed, trying not to let himself look directly at the intriguing straps around her ankles-- much less at the leg on display above said straps. Or, at the bare expanse of skin above her dress; or at the tendrils of hair caressing that skin

[lady_fitzwalter]

His reaction was not entirely unexpected, she had known he would like this dress on her. That he seemed lost for words was surprising. It seemed that he liked the dress very much. Which was good, because if not he would have her at a disadvantage. She could not pretend he did not look incredibly handsome in what he was wearing.

At his words, moments from the past flashed through her mind. All the fun they had had together, when she was younger and things had been simpler. Before she had grown up. She pushed those thoughts aside. Tonight had nothing to do with the past.

"You may," she returned, slipping her arm through his when he offered it. The smile she gave him might not have been as warm as his own had been, but it was the best she could do, at the moment. With her other hand she pulled the door to her room closed behind her.

[lordofsherwood]

((OOC: continued here))