battles of love

ch.5 cabins in the woods

We were now in the Mountains of Music. Mountains filled with travellers, and small villages filled with life.

I infact have a cabin not to far in. A safe space if things go to hell. That's where we will be spending the night. I doubt I'll fall asleep, especially being next to him.

My cabin is a small square, with one room, that I will be staying in since it is my cabin, and wash room. But being in the same house as him is enough for me to be scared.

Well, not exactly scared, but alert.

Once we get through all my traps I grab the key to the door in my satchel. I didn't know that I would actually need it, but I'm glad I brought it.

We enter and I go to the kitchen to see if I still have any good food. Nope.

"If we want a good meal one of us will have to go hunting," I say, still looking through the cabinets.

"Of course, how much should I get," he responds putting his bag down?

"Just a squirrel or a rabbit for each of us should be fine," i say, shrugging a shoulder.

I go to my room and find my bow and arrows in a corner.

"Here," I say tossing them at him.

"Now," he questions?

"Yes, I'm hungry. Look, I'll go to the stream get some water, so we could bathe and then chop up some firewood," I say. I'm more than capable of hunting myself but I'm lazy and would rather have someone do it for me.

"Sounds like a plan," he says, turning and walking out the door.

I grab the buckets from under the wooden counter and head out. I go in the opposite direction of where Robyn went and practically laugh at how smoothly that went. It was as if me and him lived together for awhile now.

Taking into account we've tracked each other for days. Studied how one lives, who came into thier lives and who left. There was one time where on a mission we actually thought we'd come to a full truce. But it didn't last a day.

I filled the buckets and went back. I stopped a few trees away to see Robyn cutting wood in half. Shirt off and hair sticking to his head in sweat. From what I could tell we already had more than enough, but he kept going.

I learned a while ago that Robyn often gets lost when he's working. On anything really.

Like now, he's completely fell easily into a rhythm and hasn't even realized. Or the time i followed him on a mission to kill three men. He ended up chasing them all down one by one. He soon realized i was following, what he didn't register was that i wasn't on the kill list that night. I barely got out in time.

He strained his muscles and continued to chop, even as I passed. I even started a fire before I went to finally stop him.

"Hey," I yell.

He suddenly jumps and turns to put the ax to my throat.

"That was my job," I say pushing the ax away.

"Oh," he said, putting the ax down. "I went a little overboard didn't I," he asks looking at the wood?

"Ya, come" I say going into the house.

He walks in behind me and takes a seat next to the fire. I watch as he revives what was already dying m

I bring a bucket and hook it above the fire.

"What were you thinking," I ask?

"What if your sister did this to get to you, like she's acting out or something," he says, not looking at me.

"Well, she definitely got my attention," I say.

"I mean I'm not saying she's right, but what if she has something planned for you. Like she's finally going to kill you," he states, looking into the fire.

"I doubt it would work," I laugh at the idea of her making an elaborate plan to destroy me.

"Just promise if anyone gets to kill you it's me," he says.

"Sure why not," I say going to grav the two rabbits on the counter.

Once we ate and all the water was used we decided to sleep. I would be asleep if Robyn wasn't complaining.

"Please, I'm your guest, I should get the bed," he said from behind the door.

"Go away," I groan, shoving my head under the pillow.

"Please," he yells.

"You are a child," I say, opening the door.

"I know," he smirks.

I grab a blanket and pillow and start heading to the main room.

"Hey, it's ok if you sleep in hear with me," he winks.

And risk being killed in my sleep, as if. I ignore him and set up next to the fire place.

Short but I'm tired, I've been shoveling snow all day. Tell me if i did anything bad with constructive criticism and I'll fix it.