1 Myrnin, the Robin hood of Loxley?
Another Thursday afternoon, and Claire found herself once again lost in the writings from the past as she scanned over papers and journals. Myrnin had asked her to go through these boxes countless of times and somehow she managed to get out of doing it, but this time she did not have a escape plan, and therefor she is now going through the fourth box with six more to go. At least from what she can see, but than again Myrnin has a way of finding more.
Myrnin was at least trying to help, she would find something scientific and had him start a pile on the lab table and whatever was not useful he could do what he wished with it. A lot of what she was finding were hand drawn pictures of a young lady who seemed to look closely like Claire, but it could not be her the pictures and the material they were created on are very, very, old. She was fascinated by them the woman was very beautiful and the artist had drawn or painted her in several erotic and personal poses. Claire could tell that they ranged over a period of time. The art form and materials may have changed, but the artist's rendering of the young lady only changed slightly, to Claires shock by the dates, over centuries. She placed all the pictures and papers back into the box they came out of and handed it to Myrnin.
He eagerly took the box and sat down in his favorite arm chair and began to look through it. Myrnin, was shocked. He could not believe Claire found a box that had all his artwork in it. What surprised him more was that she had gone through it and did not ask him who the young lady was. He was actually happy she hadn't, he did not want to lie to her. How could anyone tell a eight teen year old that you and her are soul mates. How do you tell someone that the two of you have had love affairs through the centuries. Sighing heavily, Myrnin put everything back in the box and took it to his private room. He stayed in there hiding from Claire, as he reminisced over their past love affairs. He felt utterly and overwhelmingly lost. She had always been his and only his, now she is the boy's and it kills him everyday seeing her with someone else.
Claire had started rooting through another box, she did not realize that Myrnin had left, so when she found lots and lots of papers on sonnets about Robin hood and other little tid bits about him she was very curious. She had always believed that Robin hood was a fictional character, like Jack and the bean stock. She also had realized that some the papers were written by Myrnin, after working for him for three years she should know his handwriting by now. Claire jumped up and went to Myrnin's door to his private room and knocked.
Myrnin answered the door quickly looking down at Claire with the most guilty looking face, before he composed himself and clearing his throat to speak.
"Yes my dear, is there something you require my attention for?" He tried to sound as if he was annoyed, but his eyes gave him a way. Claire smiled sweetly at him and softly replied.
"If you are not to busy I was wondering if you could answer a few questions I have?" Claire continued on before Myrnin could answer. "You see I was wondering about the last two boxes I just went through... and well, I...ah..." Claire looked down at her feet blushing, Myrnin was staring at her intently and it was making her nervous. She could not concentrate on her train of thought his eyes were pulling her in and she could not swim free, her only hope was to look a way.
Myrnin of course noticed the effect he was having on Claire and thought if he were to seduce her now, that she would never forgive him. He decided to be a gentleman and answer her questions as honestly as he could. Smiling down at Claire, Myrnin open his door wider and invited Claire in. "Please my dear, do come in and have a seat. The questions you have are of a private matter and need to be discussed in a private setting." Stepping aside and giving Claire a slight bow, Myrnin motioned her in and towards a small love seat at the foot of very large and very soft looking bed.
Claire looked over the room before entering, she smiled widely at Myrnin and took a deep breath and entered. She did not flinch when closed and locked the door behind her, instead she walked over to the small sofa and sat down waiting for Myrnin to sit with her. Myrnin watched Claire as she walked to the sofa, she was trusting and so beautiful. He was actually happy that she trusted him to be locked in a vampire's bedroom alone with one such as himself.
He slowly approached the sofa and made a motion with his hand as if to ask her if were okay for him to sit with her. Claire smiled up at him and patted the cushion next to her. Myrnin returned the smile and quickly sat down next to Claire, so close in fact that their arms were touching, and Myrnin enjoyed it even more when Claire turned and faced him, looking in to his eyes. Wanted to kiss her so bad, it took everything he had not to do so, and then Claire started with her first question.