Thread: Goldilocks And The Three 'Bears' - (Quix and Cyanide)

RE Goldilocks And The Three 'Bears' - Quix and Cyanide he boys crept closer, and approached the spot where Goldielocks stood, from either side. Their gazes wandered from her long golden hair to take in the pale skin exposed by the torn skirt. Then they noticed their Father, and the warning look he shot them was enough for their eyes to move back to her face. Papa walked slowly, with his hands held out, to appear the least intimidating that he could. As he stopped a couple of feet away, and motioned for the boys to come closer, he noticed the tears welling in her eyes. Any annoyance he'd retained from her break-in of their property turned to sympathy. He'd been right, the girl was in trouble. The boys gasped in shock, and stood with their mouths hanging open as she told of her situation, however none of the three interrupted. When she was done, Papa's eyes burned with fury, and one hand had clenched into a fist by his side. We need to help her, Father. Edmund nodded in agreement with Walt. Goldielocks...that's a nice name. Rupert ignored his son's outburst as he his voice softened even more, and he reached out to pat the girls shoulder in an attempt to provide comfort. I'm Rupert, and the boys are Walter and Edmund . He inclined his head at each in turn, and they both lifted a hand to wave, and shot her their most dazzling smiles. Rupert attention returned to Goldielock's, and he took a moment to appraise her. He had no doubts she told the truth, and his voice shook with anger, and his head with shocked disbelief at her predicament. I believe you. What sort of animal he must be. Your very own step-father. And on your birthday too Can she stay with us? Papa's lips pursed, and his hand dropped from her shoulder as he pondered Edmund's question. We can't very well just kidnap her, can we. Her Step-Father would come looking, and imagine what trouble we'd be in then? His gaze flicked to and fro, and his forehead furrowed as he lost himself in thought. Then, his lips curled into a smile, his head shot up, and his eyes twinkled. Do you want to stay with us, Goldilocks? I think we can persuade your Step-Father to give you permission. One meaty fist slammed into the palm of his other hand, the slap of flesh against flesh making it obvious how Papa intended to obtain it. Or at least threaten. It would be nice to have a woman around the house again, and there's more than enough duties for you to earn you keep. You wouldn't be a burden. From his peripheral vision, Rupert noticed the boys smile. He knew what they were thinking, and that was okay. His own intentions weren't entirely honourable. There was a shortage of young women around, and Goldilocks presence could be what kept his son's at home, rather than journeying off in search of a wife. He'd ensure neither caused her harm, but as both could be quite charming, they might be able to persuade her into allowing them to have their way. Possibly, it was time for her as well. 'What do you say? Should we speak to your Step-Father, will you take us to him? Hold on, Papa. She can't go like that? Walt was already moving towards the trees, and glanced back over his shoulder. I'll fetch her boots, and a shawl. It can become cold when the sun goes down. He shot his sibling a smirk, and the two boys glared at each other. Then Edmund shrugged, and turned to Goldilocks as Walt sprinted into the forest. The eldest boy dropped down to one knee, and linked his hands together behind his back. It's getting late, we should be moving. Why don't you let me carry you, at least until my brother returns. If the idiot doesn't get lost. Papa rolled his eyes. The girl still hadn't even said yes.