— ℛᴏʙɪɴ ℋᴏᴏᴅ.

《Tʀᴜᴛʜғᴜʟ﹐ ʀɪɢʜᴛᴇᴏᴜs﹐ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏᴏᴅ》

Kɪᴅs ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴅᴀʏs ɢᴏᴛ ɪᴛ ᴇᴀsʏ﹐
Tʀʏ ᴀs ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀɪɴ·ᴛ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ᴍᴇ.

[— ℛᴏʙɪɴ ℋᴏᴏᴅ. @HonourableTheif]

//holy shit i managed to get back into this account whaddup

[— ℛᴏʙɪɴ ℋᴏᴏᴅ. @HonourableTheif]

--us!"

[— ℛᴏʙɪɴ ℋᴏᴏᴅ. @HonourableTheif]

--with him."

Robin bounced back up, lifting Roland up and placing a kiss on his cheek. "Back to camp? We don't want the Sheriff finding--

[— ℛᴏʙɪɴ ℋᴏᴏᴅ. @HonourableTheif]

--John!" He answered back, his voice innocent and pure. The light of Robin's life.

"Little John, aye? Guess I'll have to have a word--

[— ℛᴏʙɪɴ ℋᴏᴏᴅ. @HonourableTheif]

--are you doing out here all alone, sweetie?" The brunette asked, dropping to her knees to play with her son's hair.

"I was with Little--

[— ℛᴏʙɪɴ ℋᴏᴏᴅ. @HonourableTheif]

--only her about.

Then a familiar voice rung in her ears, "Mummy," making her turn around with a bright smile on her face.

"Roland, what--

[— ℛᴏʙɪɴ ℋᴏᴏᴅ. @HonourableTheif]

--she stood, allowing herself to bask in her glory, and made some crowd cheering noises. She didn't mind embarassing herself when it was--

[— ℛᴏʙɪɴ ℋᴏᴏᴅ. @HonourableTheif]

--arrow cut through the air, her shot a work of art, and penetrated the red circle in the dead center of the board. A bullseye.

There--

[— ℛᴏʙɪɴ ℋᴏᴏᴅ. @HonourableTheif]

--from her quiver.

"Nock." The theif mumbled, placing the arrow in place.

"Draw." She added, pulling back on the string.

"Loose!" The--

[— ℛᴏʙɪɴ ℋᴏᴏᴅ. @HonourableTheif]

Cracks her neck, closing one eye and peering down her arm. Her gaze soon meeting the pointy tip of the arrow she had just prepared--

[— ℛᴏʙɪɴ ℋᴏᴏᴅ. @HonourableTheif]

//Basically, my Robin is Robin but Marian was a bloke.

Robin a happy mummy to Roland.

[— ℛᴏʙɪɴ ℋᴏᴏᴅ. @HonourableTheif]

I ʟɪᴠᴇ ʙʏ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴅᴇ﹐
sᴛᴇᴀʟ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪᴄʜ ᴀɴᴅ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏᴏʀ.
Bᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜғᴜʟ﹐ ʀɪɢʜᴛᴇᴏᴜs ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏᴏᴅ.

》ɢʙ﹗Rᴏʙɪɴ Hᴏᴏᴅ.
》Cʜᴀʀᴍɪɴɢ Bɪsᴇxᴜᴀʟ.

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