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RH: Likeness
Fandom: Robin Hood (BBC)
Pairing: Allan/Will
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Summary: Will compares the two brothers. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
over_look.
Tom looks quite like Allan, Will thinks. There's something about that smile, the look in his eyes. He tries not to let Tom catch him looking, of course, but the guy's a thief and he notices alright, notices almost immediately. There's not much he misses -- not much you can afford to miss, in his business, at least not when it comes to people observing you. Quite a lot of the rest of life goes over his head, of course.
Will looks away when Tom comes towards him, but the cheerful thief isn't the slightest bit disturbed. "You friends with my brother, then? I'm surprised you aren't stripped of all you own, including your clothes."
"Allan's a friend," he says, somewhat shortly: resenting the idea of not being able to trust Allan. He knows, of course, that you can't. Not quite. You can trust him with your life and you can trust him with the important things, but truth and Allan still aren't all that well acquainted and old habits really do die hard.
And Tom is right about the being stripped of his clothes, but Allan did give them back afterwards.
"A friend, huh? I'd watch your back."
Will catches the flicker of movement and grabs Tom's hand before it slides into his pocket. He looks up at him, their eyes meeting, and shakes his head slowly. "I wouldn't do that, if I were you."
For a moment, their faces are both serious, a flicker of anger in Tom's eyes, and then Will releases his wrist and the anger collapses into laughter. He offers another of his grins, the kind of grin that on Allan makes Will's knees weaken just a little. "I like you," Tom says, "not that that'll save you from getting your stuff stolen. And Allan likes you, too. A lot. I can see why, now."
Will blinks a little and looks up again, about to speak, but Tom is already turning away. He catches Allan's eyes across the small camp, and gets a smile from him, as well, and reflects that he'd better not try standing up anytime soon.
Pairing: Allan/Will
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Summary: Will compares the two brothers. For
over_look.Tom looks quite like Allan, Will thinks. There's something about that smile, the look in his eyes. He tries not to let Tom catch him looking, of course, but the guy's a thief and he notices alright, notices almost immediately. There's not much he misses -- not much you can afford to miss, in his business, at least not when it comes to people observing you. Quite a lot of the rest of life goes over his head, of course.
Will looks away when Tom comes towards him, but the cheerful thief isn't the slightest bit disturbed. "You friends with my brother, then? I'm surprised you aren't stripped of all you own, including your clothes."
"Allan's a friend," he says, somewhat shortly: resenting the idea of not being able to trust Allan. He knows, of course, that you can't. Not quite. You can trust him with your life and you can trust him with the important things, but truth and Allan still aren't all that well acquainted and old habits really do die hard.
And Tom is right about the being stripped of his clothes, but Allan did give them back afterwards.
"A friend, huh? I'd watch your back."
Will catches the flicker of movement and grabs Tom's hand before it slides into his pocket. He looks up at him, their eyes meeting, and shakes his head slowly. "I wouldn't do that, if I were you."
For a moment, their faces are both serious, a flicker of anger in Tom's eyes, and then Will releases his wrist and the anger collapses into laughter. He offers another of his grins, the kind of grin that on Allan makes Will's knees weaken just a little. "I like you," Tom says, "not that that'll save you from getting your stuff stolen. And Allan likes you, too. A lot. I can see why, now."
Will blinks a little and looks up again, about to speak, but Tom is already turning away. He catches Allan's eyes across the small camp, and gets a smile from him, as well, and reflects that he'd better not try standing up anytime soon.
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