Timidly Robin step though the gate. He could not help but feel he was being watched. With a deep breath he followed the trail up to the womans house. In his hands he twisted one of the blue roses that was not resting in his hair. Lighty Robin knocked on the door. Inside he could hear a crying kettle. He knocked on the door. It creaked open before the sound could reverberate thought out the humble abode. “Hello?” Robin said questioning the space for his entry. He pushed his head inside the cottage asking with hellos if he could enter.

Robin became unaware of his fingers spinning the rose between his thumbs. His tattered dress swept the floor as he came kneeling by the elderly ladies fire. He closed his eyes thinking of his Jerial and the warm night spent in his arms. He wanted him back, badly. He swallowed letting his pale eyes drift towards the fire. “He is missing... He was stolen from me.” He turned his head towards the woman not sure how to proceed.

He looked around desperate and not wanting to waste his question but staying by the fire was tempting. He closed his eyes. With a shaky hand he gave the woman three blue flowers. He would go into the fray of the night for his beloved. “How do I get m y beloved back.” He said turning once more to the elderly woman.

He merely nodded, unsure where to sleep or what the woman wanted him of him. Like a lost puppy, he followed behind the woman was given a slice of bread to eat and a spot by her hearth to sleep. He curled up with the remains of his dinner in his chest unable to sleep. Just before the rays of dawn graced the room, Robin abandoned the Yaga's house. He had no idea how he would travel through the seasons and find his beloved but he would.

the book was growing frustrated, more than anything it wanted the reader to be happy. with a quiver of it's pages the book corrected the story again.

the child left the witch's house before the sun could crest the trees and the house of baba yaga was still sleeping. silently he passed through the yard and past the fence though as he did he tripped over a lone skull laying half buried in the dirt. picking it up the boy saw it was like the ones on the fence. with a shiver the skull shook in his hands. "put me on the fence, please child, if you do i will tell you a secret"

Robin twisted the skull in his hands before idly obliging in the task. "What is your secret Mr. Skull, and do not be long I must go save my lover."

The young lad did as the skull instructed. As his fingers dug into the earth in veiling the porcelain doll, he could not help but question the skull. “why?... why do I need this doll?”

He yanked the doll free of its grave and tugged it close to his chest as he stumbled out of the garden. He did not look back as he ran. Robin scampered through the gardens, tumbling through the wrought iron fence. He was tugged to the ground as something had grabbed a hold of his dress. A bony hand bunched the fabric into a fist trying to pull him back. Robin fought the hand pulling himself free at the expense of a large rip in his dress. The defeated yaga hungrily let out a bloodcurdling scream. And Robin did nothing but run, as fast and as blindly as he could, through the thicket.

Robin feasted on the outer berries of the bush and wished for more. As he crawled around the plants he curiously found a door. Opening it, Robin fell into the crevice. Twisting, silently screaming Robin plummeted until he crashed on something hard. He lay gasping in pain, trying too find his glasses that had slid off his face. His eyes made out the fuzzy outline of his night stand along with cascading brown locks and large deep eyes. He could not assure the other with his voice. Nothing came out but coughs and gasp for air.

he was taking a break from the english paper when he heard thrashing from the open door of the shared bedroom. quickly he detoured from his trek to the tiny kitchen and went in to see if robin was ok. when he got in there he could see his roommate gasping up at the ceiling and worried for the other he came over and looked down, "are you alright robin? you are awake now, breathe, whatever it is it is over"

His breathing calmed down and Robin took one last breath blinking at his roommate. He swallowed debating if he should come clean about his strange dream. Rather then let his roommate think he was crazy, Robin merely mumbled that it was a bad dream. “thank you for waking me up.”

he did not have the heart to tell him that he was already awake and instead mumbled a soft 'you're welcome' and helped his roommate to stand up. as he was pulling robin up something thudded against the floor and bending down he picked up a little wood doll. raising a brow he offered it back, "you dropped this"

Robins eyes grew into saucers. He yelped moving away from the small doll. He was not sure where it came from but it certainly looked like the one in his strange dream. Reluctantly he took the door and quickly set it down on the night stand. "th..Thank you. What time is it?" He said scratching his white fluffy hair.

confused by the odd reaction he backed away slightly, "um, a little after seven, actually don't you have class?"

Robin tore his eyes away from the doll long enough to sink into bed. "I am not going." He fell back among his bare mattress. "I do not feel well again." he looked at Jerial. "Are you feeling better?"

"no, i feel fine. are you feeling feverish or queasy? you can lay on the couch if you want and i will make you soup." coming back over he pressed his head to robin's but he felt no warmer than he ought to. "are you hungry?"

"Queasy... " Robin grimaced at the doll one last time before going to the living room. He buried his head into the side pillow. "Jerial... I don't remember bringing that doll into bed with me." Robin did not want to admit to owning it at all. "Do you know if i did or not?"

following robin to the livingroom he shook his head, "i didn't even know you had it before right now to be honest, it looks old. is it something from home?"

"I would not make a habit of it, if it was not such an important artifact." He said with a small chuckle. His mind was exploding, and only the voice of Jerial kept him from a full blown panic attack.

the words were strange and the laughter strained though he did not have any prior conversations to go on so for all he knew this could be normal. "is there anything i can do for you robin?"

Robin reached out and gingerly touched Jerials hand. It was so warm and full of life. He did not realize he had let his fingers take hold of the hand and pull it close to his face. He let one of his cheeks rest on the back of the hand while his knees curled under its palm. “you are warm... I-um, do not mean to be weird but you are warm and I like being in your arms...” he wanted to ask the other if he would stay with him. Rather then looking up at Jerial Robin simply tugged until the man became a body blanket. “I am sorry for being weird, but I keep having weird dreams and I don't remember where that doll came from. I … I just need some one close to me that is real.” The white fluff found its way once again into Jerials chest. Sheepishly he found himself asking his roommate for an unusual request. “Will you be... um.. its... Jerial will you stay with me on the couch until you have class?”

things were moving quickly and and before he knew it he was on the couch with robin snuggling against him, stupidly his mouth decided to betray him again, "robin, do you like me or something? it's coll if you don't but... i mean, you know it is weird for you to ask if you don't.... do you?"

?His roommate spoke fast, but this time Robin was able to catch bits of it. Rubbing his head against the mans chest he confessed sleepily and softly "I do... I have strange dreams about you."

he was both shocked and pleased with that and it gave him a nervous feeling to think robin liked him too. he didn't dare mention the book or ask for a kiss though he wanted to badly and instead let his roommate rest so he could start feeling better

When Robin woke he did not notice the other was gone. He smiled fondly relaxed and moved towards the shower. Bundled in his robes, refreshed and clean, Robin finally ventured back into his room. The doll stared at him. He avoided it in favor of clothing himself and scurrying off to catch his evening class.

he was not used to buying real food. normally he bought snacks and easy cheap things to make and mam would bring over a week's worth of made and frozen leftovers for him to eat the rest of the time so going out to buy the things for a proper chicken soup was more than a little strange and when he finally got home it was with the weight of two bags of heavy groceries in hand. he was somewhat surprised his roommate was not home but felt relieved as well that he did not have to have those large brown eyes watching him try to cook

When he came home, the apartment smelled wonderful. His stomach gave away his presence and he himself did not mind. He was more enthralled by his roommate in the kitchen. The room looked messy and he was covered in ingredients. Robin paused by the stove smelling the food that was still simmering before sneaking up behind Jerial. Pushing himself to the tips of his toes he looked over his roommates shoulder. “What are you making?” He asked softly.

he did not mean to flinch, he knew robin was behind him and yet he could not curb the reflex. "chicken soup like mam makes it....well in theory, it does not taste half as good as hers though"

He curled his fingers around the mans shoulder still trying to peek. His head came to rest on Jerial's shoulder. "Can I taste?" He asked not sure what Jerials mother's food tasted like.

he did not dare move as his stomach broke out in butterflies at the touch. he wondered if this meant something or if robin was trying to see over his shoulder and could not reach. he swallowed, "o-of course, i make it for you afterall.... can you wait just a couple minutes longer?"

Robin pushed back his glasses letting go of Jerial. He was glad the other had his back turned to him and could not see the spreading rouge on his face. "oh yes yes of course." He took a step back. "I have to put my things away so I will be back." Robin scurried off to their room. He fell on the bed letting his satchel fall beside him. He could not help but giggle a little like a school girl. Some one was making food for him.

it could feel the familiar thud of it's temporary place of residence hitting the readers' bed and the usual excitement was there but when the reader left without pulling it free and opening it up it felt a stirring of upset. it was being ignored

He made his way to the island counter that separated the rest of the kitchen from the living room and sat down on an stool. Robin looked around shyly realizing he knew nothing of Jerial. "Um... how is your mom?" He said hoping the woman was alive. All to often he found himself quickly giving out condolences.

it was done but too hot still when robin came back and he wondered if his roommate preferred hot or warm. "she is well, or at least she was two days ago when she stopped by... have you met her before?" he went to go get bowls