Call You Mine

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Robin missed spending time with Lancelot and was disappointed that he hadn't been able to contact him for the past few months, as the Army had put a pause on all correspondence. This was because letters were being intercepted by the enemy. He was becoming short-tempered and irritable; all unusual characteristics for him. Robin was known for being level-headed, a necessary trait for astute decision-making and sharp shooting in high-pressure situations.

During Robin's tenure in the Army, strict safety measures governed daily operations, compelling soldiers like him to adhere to a set of rules. Sometimes, compliance meant forgoing Facetime calls, and excluding any information deemed sensitive by the Army from their written correspondence. Brief phone calls were allowed but could be restricted to secure devices. While navigating these regulations proved challenging and, at times, exasperating, soldiers understood the importance of upholding their obligations to ensure the safety and security of their operations.

While Robin had been writing letters to Lancelot during his deployment it wasn't the same as hearing the man's voice, but it was better than nothing. Robin had been teased often about being an old soul when it came to his preferred way of keeping in touch with Lancelot, pen and ink over e-mail for personal communications. Yes, it took longer to hear back from Lancelot, but it just made the letters that much more special to him. Sighing in frustration he loosed another arrow. "Damn, I missed again!" he swore as his second arrow, while still technically a bullseye, didn't split the previous arrow.

Robin's mind wandered to what his lover was doing back home. Glancing at his watch, he realized he'd lingered longer than planned at the makeshift archery range. With duty calling, he hurried back to the barracks, feeling the pressing need to tidy up before his scheduled watch. The weight of his responsibilities propelled him forward, urging him to hasten his steps.

Lancelot checked his mailbox, it was empty again, with no letter from Robin. He sighed in defeat; he was starting to become worried as it had been a few months since he had heard from the man, no phone calls, or letters. Was he still alive, was he hurt lying injured and alone somewhere? Did Robin no longer wish to communicate with him, was this Robin's way of breaking things off? 'Of course, he's alive you idiot! NightShade would have heard something by now if that was the case.' Lancelot was aware that because Robin had no next of kin, he had made NightShade his beneficiary. With these thoughts swirling around in his head, he headed over to his sister's house, as he had been asked to house-sit while she and NightShade were on vacation.
Lancelot parked his car in Eve's driveway, and walked up to the front door, collecting a few packages addressed to her 'Does she ever stop buying things online? She's on vacation for Pete's sake, she should be relaxing with NightShade, and not buying crap.' he thought as he opened the front door and set the packages on the table. Closing the door behind him he made his way to the kitchen, figuring a stiff drink at this point was warranted and might help ease his mind. He searched the cabinets to see what his sister had, after browsing for a few minutes he settled on some Ardbeg Uigeadail, which was one of his favorites; bless his sister for keeping a few bottles on hand. He poured himself a glass and settled on the sofa to mull over the thoughts that kept bothering him.