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

RE Goldilocks And The Three 'Bears' - Quix and Cyanide The atmosphere changed as Papa awaited Goldie's answer. Although his son's could be mischievous and playful, and at times, disobey their Father, they also knew when was the time to be respectful, and listen to their elders. This was one of those times. No longer were there jokes, or the teasing and competitiveness with each other, or excuses to 'stumble' on an non-existent rock and fall against Goldie, and briefly place a hand on her waist to steady themselves. Don't think Papa hadn't noticed that. Not that he could blame them. The memory of her slim young body , and the feel of her soft, warm skin, was still fresh in his own mind. He could only imagine what Goldie must be thinking at the idea of coming to live with the three men she had barely just met - and how desperate she must have been to agree. Whilst he loved his boys, and shared their urges, whatever happened with Goldie was to be done with care. Not every man was the same as her Step-Father. Walt and Edmund maintained their grips on her elbow, and stared at Papa Bear. They could tell by his tone, and stillness of body, that he was taking in and calculating every word she spoke, and coming to a decision. When she finished,and stepped forward, they lost their touch on her arm, and looked to Rupert for direction. However, before he could provide it, the silence was broken. 'We're not scared, if he tries anything, I'll take care of him . Walt punched the meaty palm of one hand with the fist of his other, the sound of it echoing around them, and making small forest animals scatter. Edmund's mouth, which had opened to most likely attempt to out-do his sibling with words of bravado, immediately clamped shut at the glare Papa trained on them. That Goldie was anxious and had enough on her plate already was evident from the way in which she spoken, and in her demeanour, though Papa didn't let on to the young woman that it had been noted. 'That sounds like a good plan. Rupert moved beside her, and followed Goldie's gaze in the direction her Step-Father's home must lay. Jacob Slint. A mean name for a mean man. He comfortingly draped an over the young woman's shoulders, and caught her eye. Don't worry about Walter and Edmund. This is an adventure for them, and boys will be boys, but when the time comes, they'll do the right thing. Papa couldn't help but be distracted momentarily by the thought of exactly how much Goldie did know about boys being boys, but quickly put it aside. He could worry about that later, for now they had a task to perform. Follow, and don't make any noise. Papa looked up and waited for his sons to incline their heads in acknowledgement, before his attention returned to Goldie. The Patriarch ran his large, calloused, hand lightly up and down her arm, The touch, and softness of his voice - completely at odds with his size - was intended to help allay her fears. It'll be okay, Goldie, I promise. I only plan to talk some sense into your Step-Father, and not threaten or be rude. However, if it comes to it, I can take care of myself, and we'll ensure my sons hide close enough to watch, and help if required. You have all of us to protect you. Once we gather your possessions, Walt and Edmund can carry them back, so grab as much as you like. You don't mind, do you boys? The last question was rhetorical and asked by Papa without even a glance over his shoulder. Instead he winked at Goldie and lowered his voice to a whisper. About time they were put to some useful work. The sun was setting, and the fading light silhouetted the figure of the man, whose bulk almost obscured the view of the young woman at his side, as he began to walk in the direction she'd indicated. Behind them traipsed two men almost as large as the first. If anyone saw them, they must have been quite a sight, as they headed towards the confrontation.