I guess this needs a title, yeah?
Sep. 20th, 2005 01:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
maderrI'll have to think on that. Don't know enough about it yet, really
(Pardon errors)
"That looks uncomfortable."
Robin tensed, then slowly opened his eyes. Turned his head despite the pain caused by the ropes that chaffed with his every movement. His vision wasn't so great anymore, not after hours of...strain. Because he hadn't been crying. Boys didn't cry. Blinking a few times cleared his vision enough he could sort of mostly see the stranger who had entered the temple.
Black clothes, covered with travel dust. They hung like maybe they were a bit wet. A wide-brimmed hat hid his face from view, but the voice that continued to speak was deep, almost warm despite the amusement filling it. "Really uncomfortable. A bit awkward, yeah? Why are you tied up like that?"
Figures his only chance of rescue would be a damned idiot. "I'm a sacrifice," Robin answered.
The stranger shook his head, hat flopping. "I dunno. I were the sacrifice? I'd be demanding a comfortable chair, nice glass of wine..."
Robin decided he was dreaming. No way was this conversation, if you could call it that, real. He'd finally lost it. Which was something of a relief, really. If he'd lost his mind, maybe he'd miss the part of the sacrifice where he died a painful death.
Well, it was probably painful. No one had assured him otherwise. Of course, they hadn't bothered to tell him he was a sacfice until they started dragging him off.
He realized the stranger was still speaking. "...Anyway, would you like me to untie you? I'm sure you'd like to stretch a bit, maybe eat."
"What?" Robin couldn't think of anything else to say.
The stranger laughed. "Would you like to cut loose?"
"Yes. Who are you?"
"Just passing through to retrieve a couple of things." The stranger drew a knife from his knee boot and stepped up to the altar.
X_x ack. boss here. got to go.
(Pardon errors)
"That looks uncomfortable."
Robin tensed, then slowly opened his eyes. Turned his head despite the pain caused by the ropes that chaffed with his every movement. His vision wasn't so great anymore, not after hours of...strain. Because he hadn't been crying. Boys didn't cry. Blinking a few times cleared his vision enough he could sort of mostly see the stranger who had entered the temple.
Black clothes, covered with travel dust. They hung like maybe they were a bit wet. A wide-brimmed hat hid his face from view, but the voice that continued to speak was deep, almost warm despite the amusement filling it. "Really uncomfortable. A bit awkward, yeah? Why are you tied up like that?"
Figures his only chance of rescue would be a damned idiot. "I'm a sacrifice," Robin answered.
The stranger shook his head, hat flopping. "I dunno. I were the sacrifice? I'd be demanding a comfortable chair, nice glass of wine..."
Robin decided he was dreaming. No way was this conversation, if you could call it that, real. He'd finally lost it. Which was something of a relief, really. If he'd lost his mind, maybe he'd miss the part of the sacrifice where he died a painful death.
Well, it was probably painful. No one had assured him otherwise. Of course, they hadn't bothered to tell him he was a sacfice until they started dragging him off.
He realized the stranger was still speaking. "...Anyway, would you like me to untie you? I'm sure you'd like to stretch a bit, maybe eat."
"What?" Robin couldn't think of anything else to say.
The stranger laughed. "Would you like to cut loose?"
"Yes. Who are you?"
"Just passing through to retrieve a couple of things." The stranger drew a knife from his knee boot and stepped up to the altar.
X_x ack. boss here. got to go.
