#firelightfables: robin buckley

[knowseverythingaboutyou]

@firelightfables​ (and robin) get a random starter! /  📚 :: reading by the fire when you hear the creak of someone on the stairs

“Stop.” Maria didn’t bother turning her head as she heard movement. “Turn.” She closed her book, finally turning to look over the back of the couch and catching Robin behind her, frozen on the stairs with one step to go before she hit the main floor. “You realize that this place tells me where people are, right?” She asked, gesturing around the house. It wasn’t a precise location, but Maria always knew when someone was coming or going. She still wasn’t sure if that was a standard feature for the family members who lived here, because she could sneak up on Steve if she really wanted to, or if it was specific to her because she was the (technical) head of the household. Either way, none of them had ever been able to sneak out without Maria knowing about it. She’d let them sneak out, because that was just what you did when you were a teenager, but she’d also made sure that they all knew to call her if they got into trouble. Apparently you could still get in trouble as a coven of mid-twenties. Hence the reason that Maria was curled up in the living room, reading a book instead of going off to bed at her regular time. She was fully aware that she’d been a little overprotective since Halloween had happened, but — god, Steve would be so upset if anything happened to his friends. “And we instituted a buddy system for the next little while, and Steve and Nancy are still upstairs. So where on earth are you headed on your own at a time most sane people are in bed?”

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a random starter for Barb at @atrickything​!

Normally, she was a talker. Everyone knew Robin as always having something to say, even if that something was at times nonsensical and perhaps borderline idiotic. But it was a way to fill the silence and to get people to react, which was better than staring, which was, well, what she found herself doing now.

Not without reason, though. She knew that shock of red hair. Knew it oh so very well not just because they’d gone to school together but because it had been plastered all over town on any number of posters. Missing. Missing. Missing.

Until now.

“Uhhhhhhhh...” Wow, way to go Buckley. Blinking a bit, shaking her head, a finger coming up as if to mark a point. Falling. Starting, then stopping again. “Wait. So.” Glancing around, as if half expecting someone to shout surprise, Robin looked back over at Barb once more and wrinkled her nose. “You’re...back. For reals. This isn’t, like, too many scoops of chocolate espresso beans before close, right? Because I haven’t had that job in forever and also preeeeeeetty sure you’ve been gone for even longer than that.”

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Trick or Treat! Day 21: A full moon night with wind whistling through the trees...

The dew was thick on the grass as Robin moved through it. Careful to heft the blanket over her shoulder to keep the edge from trailing, backpack stuffed full and burning a warm spot into her back from the thermos nestled into the side of it. It wasn’t far to the rendevous point in the woods. Wet leaves replaced by the crunch of fall leaves and gravel, kicking up the smell of dirt and the lingering smoke from bonfires lit by half the county now that proper fall was here. The full moon shown down as she made her way through the underbrush, pausing once as something rustled nearby then padded off into the darkness.

Shaking her head a bit, her own heart beating quickly, Robin snorted at herself. “Dumbass. Probably just a rabbit. Yeah. Rabbit.” Even if a part of her still felt the hair on the back of her neck stand up.

The clearing wasn’t much further. Small fire pit half obscured by a branch that she moved then. The logs left a few days before in plastic wrap. Setting the backpack down by a tree, Robin stretched. Glancing up as the last bit of the moon began to dip below the treeline, the grey of dawn already starting to show. “You’d better get your furry ass here before your coffee gets cold!”

The woods were silent for a half moment, then started up again and Robin rolled her eyes. Squatting to start the process of getting a fire going, cursing a bit when the matches refused to light in her cold hands. The snap of branches spooked her again, though this time when she looked the wolf stayed. Staring at her warily.

Robin just raised an eyebrow. “I brought Skittles too. They were out of Snickers. And honestly anything’s better than rabbit.”

@starsinshadows

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Trick or Treat! Day 5: Inside of a re-occurring nightmare had time and time again...

She was falling. Backwards, into a splash of red that instantly stuck to her skin, filling her mouth, her nose, her ears, flooding over her eyes. Metallic tang choking her until she was gagging, screaming for air, clawing to grab hold of something only for her hands to land on a body whose eyes she knew well even in a sea of red. Chest carved out and hair floating even as he screamed, silently.

When she woke she wasn’t surprised she was covered in sweat. Sheets damp with it despite the box fan doing its best to keep the air circulating and the air from being fragmented with phantom whispers and screams. Chest heaving, she felt like throwing up. Choking on spit and air until she finally got a grip on breathing again, hands tight in the wet fabric. Fingers white and only kept from shaking by the sheer force of her grip.

Only when she was sure she wasn’t drowning did she rise. Legs shaky. One glance spared at the couch and television that normally offered some kind of relief. But tonight it wasn’t enough. A part of her half there still, at that bed side. Lost in a lake of blood not her own. She was moving before she registered it, phone forgotten for the few feet to Steve’s door. Knocking before remembering it wasn’t just Steve anymore, mouth already open and blurting out a quiet, “Steve?”

It was too late though to take it back. And even though she briefly considered abandoning this, glance tossed over at Eddie’s door where light shone under the crack, Robin knew that she’d toss and turn the rest of the night. Stomach hurting in a tangle of knots as the worst case scenario played over and over.

When the door finally opened, she knew it would be Steve. Moving to wrap him tightly in a hug. Not bothering to explain anything. He’d know. Or get it, enough so at least. “Just let me have this? Please?”

@starsinshadows​

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@holmesdepot​ ‘s nancy is helping one cold robin out,

❛ here, you can borrow my jacket. ❜ 

Robin paused at the offer, eyes flicking over to Nancy. Surprise showing in the arch of a brow, though her fingers hadn’t stopped drumming nervously on the table. After hours at the school had never really been her thing, not for just...hanging out. Band, yes, but her trumpet lay by the door, rehearsals long past done, and the quick ‘why are you here’ had turned into a lingering good bye.

She hadn’t noticed she’d been shivering in the cold of the school until then, however. Going through past papers and rifling through the items in the newspaper club’s room. Brow furrowing, she hesitated. “Oh, I really should get going.” But she didn’t particularly want to go, and after a moment she reached out to snag Nancy’s jacket. Tossing it over her shoulders and inching closer. “Though you never did say what you were doing with those old papers...what is this, 30 years ago?”