Robin Hood Fic
Title: Oh, star, and dreams, and gentle night.
Fandom: Robin Hood
Characters: Robin/Marian
Prompt: Star
Word Count: 886
Rating: PG
Summary: Robin and Marian are out star gazing.
A/N: This is for the fanfic100 challenge. One hundred fics about Robin and Marian, yay! Title is from an E. Bronte's Poem, "Stars." And here' the rest of my table.
He feels her next to him before he sees her, her features pale in the afterglow of the rising moon.
"Robin! What am I doing here?" she hisses so quietly he must strain to hear her.
"I wanted to speak to you," he tells her, ignoring her exaggerated sigh.
"If we are found, we will we whipped within an inch of our lives," she says knowingly, but settles down next to him anyway.
"I wanted to say goodbye..." he says, and all levity is absent in his words.
"Oh for heaven's sake..."she says in disbelief, "You called me out to a field three miles away in the middle of the night to say goodbye?"
"Marian, despite your protestations I believe it would be best if you admitted that you will miss me and that you will long for me and-" he is cut off by a sharp elbow to his side.
"I will do no such thing! I will see you soon, and there's no reason for this ridiculous outing. Now, if you will excuse me..." she says, her tone sharp as she moves to leave.
"Well, I certainly will miss you. Who knows what sort of land it is, what sort of people there are," he says laying back, sharp grass biting at the exposed skin. "I wonder...if the stars will be different," he says seriously only to receive a most unladylike snort from his companion.
"The stars, I can assure you, will be the exact same. Robin, Leicestershire is a two days journey, three at most! You shall be back within the month," she says, admonishing but gentle. When he does not reply she lays down next to him grudgingly, not daring to think of the muddied state of her dress.
"I wonder what the women in Leicestershire are like..." he muses, promptly receiving a swift kick to his shin. "At least Much will miss me," he says, gingerly rubbing his leg.
"Well you can tell Much to look at your precious stars if he has nothing better to do than sit around weeping for your return." Marian says, lying still, letting companionable silence wash over her, and the world is quiet apart from a wayward sparrow who has decided to voice his grievances. She teeters on the edge of sleep, and startles when he takes her hand in his.
"If I begin to miss you too much do you know what I shall do?" he whispers into her ear , and that dreamer's look is back in his eyes. He points up to the sky, "I shall look at that star and remember this," he whispers, pressing his lips onto the curve of her neck. "And that star," he whispers, placing another kiss onto her blushing cheeks. "And well, as for that one," he smirks, capturing her lips in a quick kiss.
"Oh do shut up Robin," she says, stopping him with a shaking hand, because even as a fifteen year old she is much already wiser than the boy giggling next to her. "You are the most insolent, ridiculous..."she mutters, leaving the thought unfinished, brushing her dress off. She turns to leave, it is late and if her father finds her missing she will have barely a moment to protest before she is sent to a nunnery and Robin is drawn and quartered..
"Robin," she says, and she is quiet again as she pauses in her steps, "Do not linger longer than necessary in Leicestershire. I...I will...well I am sure Much will miss you terribly." She leans down quickly and kisses him softly, ignoring the lips under hers curling into a smile. He laughs as she runs away, and does not ponder too long at the fluttering in his stomach.
He leaves for the Holy Land a year later, and is surprised to learn how different things are. She does not come to say goodbye to him, nor does he ask it of her. Instead he leaves the week after his father's burial, a curt message to Edward left in place of an explanation.
It is his first peaceful night in Acre, where a ghostly silence is punctuated only by the groans of the dying and he is startled when he notices that the stars are different, he cannot identify them, foreign as the language and the land. There is a moment of panic when he can no longer see her face, he searches his memory but she is missing, a ghostly imprint he cannot seem to catch. His breath hitches and his lungs cannot find nearly enough oxygen and the world smells too much of death in this place. He sits up, shaking, when he spies a lone star in thie western sky hesitantly shining yet very much unchanged despite the bodies that litter the earth beneath it. He stills his shivering body and pretends that it isn't sand beneath him but a soft wheat field and that sound s not a man begging for salvation but the maid softly humming a tune as he spirits away from his house into darkness. He locates the star again, closing his eyes, he breathes in deeply. He smiles for the first time in years as he smells fresh spring rains and sickly sweet rose petals. And with a calming start, he remembers her.
Comments are greatly loved and extremely appreciated.
Fandom: Robin Hood
Characters: Robin/Marian
Prompt: Star
Word Count: 886
Rating: PG
Summary: Robin and Marian are out star gazing.
A/N: This is for the fanfic100 challenge. One hundred fics about Robin and Marian, yay! Title is from an E. Bronte's Poem, "Stars." And here' the rest of my table.
He feels her next to him before he sees her, her features pale in the afterglow of the rising moon.
"Robin! What am I doing here?" she hisses so quietly he must strain to hear her.
"I wanted to speak to you," he tells her, ignoring her exaggerated sigh.
"If we are found, we will we whipped within an inch of our lives," she says knowingly, but settles down next to him anyway.
"I wanted to say goodbye..." he says, and all levity is absent in his words.
"Oh for heaven's sake..."she says in disbelief, "You called me out to a field three miles away in the middle of the night to say goodbye?"
"Marian, despite your protestations I believe it would be best if you admitted that you will miss me and that you will long for me and-" he is cut off by a sharp elbow to his side.
"I will do no such thing! I will see you soon, and there's no reason for this ridiculous outing. Now, if you will excuse me..." she says, her tone sharp as she moves to leave.
"Well, I certainly will miss you. Who knows what sort of land it is, what sort of people there are," he says laying back, sharp grass biting at the exposed skin. "I wonder...if the stars will be different," he says seriously only to receive a most unladylike snort from his companion.
"The stars, I can assure you, will be the exact same. Robin, Leicestershire is a two days journey, three at most! You shall be back within the month," she says, admonishing but gentle. When he does not reply she lays down next to him grudgingly, not daring to think of the muddied state of her dress.
"I wonder what the women in Leicestershire are like..." he muses, promptly receiving a swift kick to his shin. "At least Much will miss me," he says, gingerly rubbing his leg.
"Well you can tell Much to look at your precious stars if he has nothing better to do than sit around weeping for your return." Marian says, lying still, letting companionable silence wash over her, and the world is quiet apart from a wayward sparrow who has decided to voice his grievances. She teeters on the edge of sleep, and startles when he takes her hand in his.
"If I begin to miss you too much do you know what I shall do?" he whispers into her ear , and that dreamer's look is back in his eyes. He points up to the sky, "I shall look at that star and remember this," he whispers, pressing his lips onto the curve of her neck. "And that star," he whispers, placing another kiss onto her blushing cheeks. "And well, as for that one," he smirks, capturing her lips in a quick kiss.
"Oh do shut up Robin," she says, stopping him with a shaking hand, because even as a fifteen year old she is much already wiser than the boy giggling next to her. "You are the most insolent, ridiculous..."she mutters, leaving the thought unfinished, brushing her dress off. She turns to leave, it is late and if her father finds her missing she will have barely a moment to protest before she is sent to a nunnery and Robin is drawn and quartered..
"Robin," she says, and she is quiet again as she pauses in her steps, "Do not linger longer than necessary in Leicestershire. I...I will...well I am sure Much will miss you terribly." She leans down quickly and kisses him softly, ignoring the lips under hers curling into a smile. He laughs as she runs away, and does not ponder too long at the fluttering in his stomach.
He leaves for the Holy Land a year later, and is surprised to learn how different things are. She does not come to say goodbye to him, nor does he ask it of her. Instead he leaves the week after his father's burial, a curt message to Edward left in place of an explanation.
It is his first peaceful night in Acre, where a ghostly silence is punctuated only by the groans of the dying and he is startled when he notices that the stars are different, he cannot identify them, foreign as the language and the land. There is a moment of panic when he can no longer see her face, he searches his memory but she is missing, a ghostly imprint he cannot seem to catch. His breath hitches and his lungs cannot find nearly enough oxygen and the world smells too much of death in this place. He sits up, shaking, when he spies a lone star in thie western sky hesitantly shining yet very much unchanged despite the bodies that litter the earth beneath it. He stills his shivering body and pretends that it isn't sand beneath him but a soft wheat field and that sound s not a man begging for salvation but the maid softly humming a tune as he spirits away from his house into darkness. He locates the star again, closing his eyes, he breathes in deeply. He smiles for the first time in years as he smells fresh spring rains and sickly sweet rose petals. And with a calming start, he remembers her.
Comments are greatly loved and extremely appreciated.