#captainliamjones

“Bloody hell.”  He cursed under his breath, not sure if he was actually ready for this. He’d never been one that could be mistaken for a coward, but knocking on this door seemed almost impossible. He knew who would be on the other side, knew that he wanted nothing more than to see his brother again, but it still was hard to knock. He did it, eventually, and then stepped back with his hand and hook held behind his back and his eyes on the ground, as if it would be easier if only he didn’t have to look directly at him at first.

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“What?” Liam asked, looking over at the man in the tavern, who had been staring at him. Or at least Liam felt he was staring at him. It was hard to tell these days, paranoid as he was. He’d barely gotten back to Nottingham after his long journey from London, and didn’t even know how he was supposed to find his brother, yet.

「↢ ✗ ↣」

❝Nothin’, mate, nothin'❞

Quick to put his hands up -palms forward- in a placating manner, Allan denied whatever the other man was thinking of accusing him of. Though his continued, if a bit more scrupulous, staring couldn’t be helped much. For the other man looked far too much like Robin for this to be coincidence. Perhaps the other outlaw was playing a trick? or had lost his sense whilst Allan snuck away to a tavern for a bit of drink? That’d be a first.

❝I’m not being funny but you look…❞

Allan stopped himself short, catching his tongue before it could spill the rest of the sentence. After all, saying he looked like Robin Hood was a sure suicide call for himself out of association and a murder call to the poor block that shared a face with the infamous outlaw. If it wasn’t Robin playing a rare trick that was. Yet unable to leave his words at that, and face an unpleasant game of ‘what was that you said?’, the young outlaw merely befuddled his expression -frowning lightly as his brow drew together- then relaxing in an 'oh well’ sort of manner, Allan nonchalantly explained before going back to his drink.

Your Muse Sees Mine Being Flirted/Harassed And Mine Obviously Doesn't Like It, How Does Your Muse Respond?

This, was precisely the reason why she often strayed from the Rabbit Hole. It often led to brotherly brawls, one of them in a cell, and the ocassional town sleaze tossing lines at her all night. The last being the current, Jolly was about half a moment from dumping a nice pitcher of ale down his front, when Liam stepped in front of her. 

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She twisted her lips to the side. “Yes. Slept with one too many men, I suppose,” she sighed as she sat down and stared at the ceiling. “What am I going to do?”