It would have been true maybe a few years ago. But since then, he had experienced something quite strange, deep in a forest near a river, something between life and death. And he met many characters since then, but one particular master, a quirky strange and particularly talkative master, was there with him through the best of times and the worst of times. When they all found themselves out of the weird forest where they met, he wanted to keep experiencing life with her. Through the best of times and the worst of times.
That is what love is about anyway.
So the young lad, Robin Hood, now lives with his ex-master, now wife, in a cute little cabin in the middle of the woods, a place where he doesn't have to hide his face anymore.
[and said nameless/faceless man's ex-master, now wife, enters the room, but! she is very involved in walking and writing in her diary. by which i mean, one of her many diaries, because she's been keeping log of their life from then until now. in fact, there is a definitely a shelf somewhere in their cabin dedicated to the documentation of their life.
anyway, point being, she didn't catch what he said, and she's still nose deep in this book]
Robin? Did you say something? Pardon me, I have another line to write.
[caught off guard by being lifted, and automatically winding her arms around his neck
and instead of being too bothered that he's ESCAPING THIS BY CARRYING HER OUT, she's completely in awe, i mean, she can't believe she's in love with a man who can literally list Every Single baby deer he's encountered, what the]
R-remarkable, Robin. This is a talent I did not know you had...?!
[If you manage to make it close enough to the living room, you'll see that there are little cute jyanta paper craft banners hanging along the top of the walls.
There's also small little wooden jyantas here and there, most definitely handmade.]
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honorableroots) wrote2018-10-28 09:39 pm
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Well, that's not true.
It would have been true maybe a few years ago. But since then, he had experienced something quite strange, deep in a forest near a river, something between life and death. And he met many characters since then, but one particular master, a quirky strange and particularly talkative master, was there with him through the best of times and the worst of times. When they all found themselves out of the weird forest where they met, he wanted to keep experiencing life with her. Through the best of times and the worst of times.
That is what love is about anyway.
So the young lad, Robin Hood, now lives with his ex-master, now wife, in a cute little cabin in the middle of the woods, a place where he doesn't have to hide his face anymore.
Well.
Sort of.]
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How the heck am I gonna get this by her without her noticin' . . .
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anyway, point being, she didn't catch what he said, and she's still nose deep in this book]
Robin? Did you say something? Pardon me, I have another line to write.
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Huh? I didn't say anything.
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that]
Echo must have been hearing things. In... including the slamming of doors...?
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[—?!]
I am neither three hundred nor the mother of a mother!
If you were not the source of the noise, then something is running amok in our cherished household.
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That was sarcasm, right?
[glancing over the cabinets a bit ~suspiciously~]
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I would never use sarcasm in my life! Honest, dearest.
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[THIS FACE
as she slooooowly reaches out to open the cabinet door—unknowingly the exact one he kicked earlier]
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freezes, hand still outstretched]
What is behind this door?
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B, besides... pots...?
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Why would there be anything besides pots in there?
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My deduction: your foot is blocking that particular door, which indicates that there is something not pertaining to pots or pans within the cabinet.
[sparkle]
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[it's cute]
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[it doesn't matter how many times she's seen his smile by now, it still gets her, just like an arrow through her heart~~]
D-do not say that! Do newborn deer sparkle? No! Of course not!
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Have you seen one? I've seen many.
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...how many? Please share information about every newborn deer you have seen so Echo can understand this comparison.
[inching her hand for the cabinet door slowly]
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Fine! I'll tell you! Every single one. All of them.
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[pulls her hand back?!?!]
Yes...?! Please go ahead!
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[and goes through a long list]
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and instead of being too bothered that he's ESCAPING THIS BY CARRYING HER OUT, she's completely in awe, i mean, she can't believe she's in love with a man who can literally list Every Single baby deer he's encountered, what the]
R-remarkable, Robin. This is a talent I did not know you had...?!
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I wouldn't call it a talent...
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A skill? Ability? Proficiency? Mastery?
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Drop her off in the bed,
...
Closes the door and disappears.
His ears were still red though.]
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and she's dumb, too.
knocking loudly on their bedroom door, from inside the bedroom]
Why am I in here?
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[pause.
second pause.
third pause.]
You nosy wife of mine!
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"Nos—" So I did locate something interesting behind that cabinet door!
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[that's a yes.]
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except this is a nosy wife who wants to see what her busy husband is doing, so she cracks the door open and sticks her head out]
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There's also small little wooden jyantas here and there, most definitely handmade.]
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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
clamps her hand over her mouth and makes the stealthy attempt to slide back into the bedroom]
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Sorry for the wait, but I'm ready to show you something pretty great! Are you alright though?
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THAT IS FINE. EVERYTHING IS FINE. ECHO WAS—SLEEPING. PLEASE LEAD THE WAY.
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...
Sleeping, huh?
...
Were you doing something naughty in here without me?
[reaching to grab her hand though.]
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—n-no, nothing like that.
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