It's a Marvelous Night For a Moondance...
Aug. 10th, 2010 10:25 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lordofsherwoodWho: 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
The unfamiliar outfit and shoes Robin discovered at the back of his closet had stayed there, untouched, since he found them. He figured they were there by mistake, perhaps belonging to a former resident, and had thought little more about them until the invitation for the party went up. He had no idea, really, what would constitute formal dress to most of the people here, but those garments looked fairly formal; and, when he tried them on, he was surprised to find that they fit perfectly.
Well, he would just chalk it up to one more mystery of this place.
Most of it was self-explanatory, and reminded him that he needed to get down to the basement and see what sorts of clothing he might find there. While the neck of the shirt fit well enough, he found it much more comfortable to leave the top two buttons open, and hoped that would be acceptable. One thing, which seemed like an unevenly-cut scarf, he could not get to look quite right, so he finally abandoned it on his bed. Glancing at himself in the long mirror that hung in his bathroom, he hoped this would do, and went to find Marian.
Locking his door behind him, he went over to hers, and raised his hand to knock.
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
The unfamiliar outfit and shoes Robin discovered at the back of his closet had stayed there, untouched, since he found them. He figured they were there by mistake, perhaps belonging to a former resident, and had thought little more about them until the invitation for the party went up. He had no idea, really, what would constitute formal dress to most of the people here, but those garments looked fairly formal; and, when he tried them on, he was surprised to find that they fit perfectly.
Well, he would just chalk it up to one more mystery of this place.
Most of it was self-explanatory, and reminded him that he needed to get down to the basement and see what sorts of clothing he might find there. While the neck of the shirt fit well enough, he found it much more comfortable to leave the top two buttons open, and hoped that would be acceptable. One thing, which seemed like an unevenly-cut scarf, he could not get to look quite right, so he finally abandoned it on his bed. Glancing at himself in the long mirror that hung in his bathroom, he hoped this would do, and went to find Marian.
Locking his door behind him, he went over to hers, and raised his hand to knock.
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Date: 2010-08-10 02:48 pm (UTC)She left her hair down, the curls spilling over her bare shoulders, with small sections pinned back to keep it out of her face. She and Robin had agreed that they would go to the party together. She had hoped at the time that he would not read too much in to what that meant for them. She did not want him to get the wrong idea. Though she did like the idea of not walking in to the room alone. Checking her appearance once more in the mirror, Marian moved to the door of her room.
Opening it, she was confronted with Robin, his hand poised to knock. What he was wearing...Marian had to remind herself to breathe. She could not recall him ever wearing such nice clothes before. Or, if he had, it had not been in a long time. The cut of the vest that sat beneath the open jacket he wore emphasised the lean length of his body. The pants emphasising his hips and...shaking herself from her thoughts, she forced her eyes up to meet his face.
"That was very good timing." She attempted levity to hide attraction.
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Date: 2010-08-10 04:36 pm (UTC)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--
He should say something. Normally, he knew what to say at any given moment, but he found himself at a loss. Realizing that the silence was growing, he gave himself a mental kick, and, after bowing, held out his elbow. "Lady Marian, may I have the honor of escorting you to the party?" he asked with a smile, remembering occasions past when he had picked her up for parties at home. He had always been proud to enter a room with her on his arm, honored that she had chosen him. While she had specified that this time, she was accompanying him only because it made sense to do so, he was still pleased that she had agreed to it.
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Date: 2010-08-11 12:26 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2010-08-11 04:36 pm (UTC)