the erlking watch him, waiting for a good time to strike
A sharp rustling to the left of him cut off Robin's singing, eyes widening. He dropped the picnic basket and reached into his shorts pocket, grabbing his pocket knife. Unfortunately before he could grasp the blade a vice grip curled around his wrist and another hand clamped over his mouth, keeping him from screaming. His stomach flipped inside out, his eyes rolled back, his heart sank to his shoes and suddenly everything went black.
YEP-
Robin woke up stumbling into someone, head spinning and breakfast threatening to resurface. He leaned against the person, sighing as a hand began to rub comforting circles on his back. Their voice rumbled through Robin, soothing his head as the hand slid down his back and settled around his waist.
With Robin's head still against this person's chest-how tall were they!?-the person began to sway them back and forth. Robin's lashes fluttered as he followed, feeling a rush of...something course through him as he gently danced with the person who had taken him. He tilted his head up, heart stopping as he met eyes with the person who held him.
He stared up at his captor with parted lips, shaking his head a little as he stared into it's stunning amethyst eyes. They drew him in, urging him to lose himself in them. He didn't even realize his hand had risen until his fingertips brushed one of the creature's sharp cheekbones and his face turned bright red.
He tried to keep his jaw off the floor, thinking of nothing but the sheer beauty of this figure as they gently danced around a small, speckled clearing. One hand slipped from his waist, delicate fingers brushing his cheek before they moved beneath his chin, deathly sharp claws pressing into skin just right as he closed Robin’s gaping mouth. He let out a small squeak.