The First Drop
"Robin, play with me!" He tugged and grappled with the front of her shirt.
She hummed and closed her eyes in mock contemplation. He watched, in quivering anticipation, the little shadows that shuddered on her face as she tilted her head to the side. "All right then. Only for an hour, though." She smiled down at him and took his hands in hers, gently prying them from her front.
He laughed and pulled at her hands hastily. He stared up at her, squinting his eyes against the sun's rays. Her form, then, seemed enveloped in light.
He was tempted to her hold her hand again, like he did as a child. He was tempted to tug at the edge of her coat and plead for attention, and be filled with devilish delight when she cocked her head and agreed that, for one hour only, she would spend it with him.
She looked at him with strange eyes instead.
"Robin," he called her name suddenly. She turned and stared at him curiously—head skewed to the left. He looked away, filled with a sort of shame.
"Did you call, Inigo?" she asked.
"Sorry," he laughed, "just an old habit." He added, "It's nothing." He waved her away, apologizing for taking up her time.
"O, kay?" She smiled briefly, before continuing her rounds.
Inigo's smile fell, settling into a type of unhappy weariness. His hand dropped to his side. He squinted against the sun's setting rays and watched, longingly, as her form disappeared into the dark.
A/N: And here we are with the first drop. I switched laptops recently, which left me without Word. I then learned I can upload google docs to instead. Isn't technology neat (I'm partially dumb with these type of things)? I also noticed, I hadn't listed the pairing for this series… Oops.