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

RE Goldilocks And The Three 'Bears' - Quix and Cyanide Walt and Edmund stood with their arms folded across their chests against, a look of anticipation on their faces. Like their Father, both young men were now calm. Any intruder would have heard their stomps on the wooden floors above, and the conversations between them. If there were danger to be had, or someone intended to cause them harm, they would already have acted, and not run away, or hidden. 'Probably some mischievous child, Papa, and well gone by now. Maybe he'll attempt to return and claim his boots. Edmund chimed in as Papa knelt to reach in under the bed. That was Papa's thought as well, that there would be no-one to find. At least until his fingers brushed skin. He glanced up at his son's with his eyebrows raised, and they stepped forward as they realised he'd discovered the interloper. Let's see who's been sleeping under my bed . Papa tightened his grip, and felt the figure squirm and fight as he used his superior strength to drag her all the way out. And it was a she. A young woman with brilliant golden hair, and bright blue eyes. Papa definitely wasn't expecting that, and his jaw dropped as he released his grip, and stepped back to his feet. His expression of surprise and shock almost matched that of the girl's herself. Who is she, Papa? The three men's eyes met as Walt spoke, then their gazes moved in unison to appraise the girl on the floor as she stammered an apology. Rupert's attention remained on her face, however the boys, after quickly taking in her features, moved lower. To the glimpse of creamy skin that had been revealed as her dress caught on the frame of the bed. Walt nudged Edmund's shoulder, and whispered something in his ear. It was too low for Papa to catch, but he could guess its substance. Walt paused their conversation to shoot her a grin as she looked to them, then deliberately whispered to his brother again. Whatever was said made them both laugh. At the same time, Rupert leaned to place a hand on her shoulder. He paused to listen to her speak, and his eyes flared with amusement, and a touch of anger, at her obvious slip. Pray tell me if Goldielopresilla be your first name, or your last? It's one I've not heard before. Behind her, the two boys giggled at the sarcasm evident in their Father's tone as, with ease, Papa lifted the girl to her feet, so that she stood directly in front of him. His 62 inch frame towered over her. Then, you can tell me what gives you the right to break into our peaceful home, steal our food, and sleep on our beds. He lowered his voice, and inched even closer. This time do not lie, or I'll have my boys take you upstairs, and, shall we say. Papa's eyes, which had been locked on the intruders, flicked down to appraise her body, then moved back to her face. He smiled wickedly. Interrogate you. The words were intended as a scare tactic, meant to obtain information, and nothing more. However, such tactics appeared to be beyond the comprehension of the two younger men. As soon as the implied threat had been issued, from both son's came a sharp intake of breath, and two sets of eyes drank in her petite, young, female form, without guile or hesitation. Can we, Papa? Walt's voice shook with excitement. Please? Edmund's tone was more plaintive. Papa Bear furrowed his brows, then mentally shrugged. It wasn't as if pretty young women were in abundance around here. He'd keep playing along. 'That's up to the young lady. What do you have to say for yourself, Ms Goldiepressilla? All three Bear's were too immersed in their own thoughts to note that the wind outside had picked up, and the curtain now flapped against the open bedroom window that lay in a direct path between Goldielocks and freedom.