Outlawed 2

[sicksadworld.]

Frank smirked "I don't believe that" he answered, placing his hand over hers as she touched his cheek, his face lightning somewhat as she did so. He then watched her attempts to neaten up as he threw some hay over the stable door for Diad and he chuckled "You look fine Em" he reassured as he dusted himself down "Mow lets go et some breakfast, I'm starved" headed with a warming tone, waiting for her before striding off back to the main hideout.

[~Thor's Gurl<3~]

Emerald's skin tingled at his touch and butterflies swarmed in her stomach. "You never do." she replied to his first comment, then: "Thanks." and another blush at his comment of her looking alright. She looked up at him again, walking with him to the hideout. "Breakfast sounds nice."

[pappuppy]

Merida.

"Come on! Yah!" I shout, my thick Irish accent thick in my angered voice, torch light behind me.
I look ahead to the great forest and I narrow my eyes in challenge before I kick his sides and takes off galloping swiftly, weaving inside the forest gracefully as Villagers chased us out.
I turn in the saddle, notching an arrow, aiming carefully. I breathe out and for the moment, all the noises and other distractions disappear.
I close my eyes for a split second and release.
The arrow flew through and nailed a villagers hat and knocked it clean of his bald head, making him wail in horror and slam back into the dirt.
I can't help but smirk in absolute satisfaction before I turn back in the saddle, take the reins and slap them against my horses neck, urging him faster.
"Ha! Bloody he*l!" I laugh in pleasure, when I spotted a horse before me.
I glare at him before I pull the reins back frantically and a whinny escaped my steers lips as he slammed to a halt and reared, pivoting around and landing so that he could trot iced to the other horse.
"Oy! You thar', who maight' you be?" I ask, my blue hood obscuring my face in a shadow, my firey untamed curls seeping out and framing my cheekbones.

[intriguing]

Matt had been peacefully slumped on Dallas's back, contemplating what to do with his pitiful self when the thundering hooves of another horse approached. Dallas reared, Matt only just managing to keep his hold and tried to sooth his horse. "Could you keep your horse under control!" he said, quite blatntly irritated by it all. Dallas stepped back a few paces, horse and rider tense and ready to move. Matt's hand twitched for his sword but he didn't even think he could face using it right now. He merely moved his hand back to his side and let go of a breath he didn't know he'd been holding. "Matt Williams," he introduced himself as politely as he could. He put his wrists together out in front of him, as if expecting to be shackled right away, his name was well-known in most neighbourhoods, one of the most esteemed outlaws that wasn't in The Hood. Just thinking of them made him sad, he felt so miserable, he'd thought finding his brother would make everything better, but it had all just gotten a lot worse.

[pappuppy]

Merida.

I stare at the boy in confusion and I glare as he snaps at me. A growl rips out of my throat before I close my eyes and angle my head towards the ground in contemplation. An irreverent sigh escapes me before I look up so quickly that my hood falls and reveals my wild, untamable red curls, my blue eyes sparking with aggravation.
"Merida," I announce simply, my voice stiff and thick with disttaste.
I see him extend his wrists and I roll my eyes as I move Angus closer to the stallion and his rider.
"And I do not capture outlaws, so drop your wrists, or are ya as crazy as a drunkard boyo'? You tryin' ta' git yerself' killed?" I say with a calmness that held dissaproval as I stare at him, cobalt blue eyes ablaze.
"Now come on! I 'member seein' yer face 'round the bar, you should be more wise 'bout yer decisions." I tell him, my voice thick with Irish fire.

[sicksadworld.]

Emerald's skin tingled at his touch and butterflies swarmed in her stomach. "You never do." she replied to his first comment, then: "Thanks." and another blush at his comment of her looking alright. She looked up at him again, walking with him to the hideout. "Breakfast sounds nice."

Frank smiled "Great, so what is there?" he questioned with a chuckle, not knowing what food was supplied in the hideout, he could probably manage some leftover meat from meals previous or perhaps a cold stew, too be honest as long as it filled him he wasn't to picky. Frank lead the way into the kitchen, holding doors for emerald before he followed his nose to the source of food, picking what he wanted and ravishing it quickly, stomach growling with delight, his cheeks flushing with colour as he scoffed down the last scraps.

[~Thor's Gurl<3~]

Emerald smiled and followed him inside, mulling over what they had to eat. "We have oatmeal...and...sausages. The chickens might have laid their eggs already." She turned around to see Frank scoffing down the food, and giggled. "Well, I guess you already had your breakfast, piggly." she teases.

[intriguing]

"Sorry, bad day I guess," explained Matt roughly. "I don't exactly give a damn about what happens to me now," and with a heavy sigh he rubbed his big hands over his face and through his hair. He was tired, miserable and wanted to go home, but he couldn't say he even knew where home was anymore. He looked up at her for the first time properly, allbeit through bleary, tired eyes. A fellow red-head, at least he wouldn't be scorned for that here. He dropped his own hood, he despised wearing it, but it gave his face coverage and meant he wouldn't be caught quite so quickly by authorities. He stared at her through a curtain of auburn hair, his dark oak eyes curious as to her motives. "If you're not here to kill me or arrest me, then why are you here?" But it clicked soon after saying that and he put his palm to his head. Rough-spoken fiery red-head, she was an outlaw no doubt, and he was stupid for not realising sooner.

[sicksadworld.]

Frank smiled as emerald rolled off what food they had, but the leftovers were appetising enough for him "Hey, im no pig, I'm just slightly hungry, and anyway who else would eat the scraps" he said defensively, a broad smile stretched across his face. He placed down his bowl and walked over to a barrel, flicking the tap open and sipping at the water that dripped out,he couldn't be bothered to fetch a cup.
After he finished, wiping his mouth with his sleeve he turned to Emerald "What happened to you before? You seemed so scared it started to worry me" he said seriously, brow deepining.

[~Thor's Gurl<3~]

Emerald smirked and put her hands on her hips. "You'd be surprised, scraps are more appetizing than plain oat meal every day." She watched him drink the water without a cup and shook her head. "I still say you're a piggy." she teased, smiling. When Frank asked her what had happened earlier, she looked at the ground and sighed. It was embarrassing for her to admit how much he had scared her this morning. It had been like that for too long, but all the other times before it had been a dream, the same one that taunted her over and over for five hard years. She didn't know how to explain to him without telling him some sob story, one sob story she had been trying to leave behind. "I just...I just hadn't known where you were." she said, walking over to the pantry, turning her back to him as she pretended to look for something and trying to regain her composure.