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Title: Lost
Fandom: Robin Hood
Characters: Robin, Marian, Much
Prompt: Emotional
Word Count: 543
Rating: PG
Summary: Hope is lost.
o:o:o
“Grow up!”
Marian’s rebuke always made him smile. Most of the time the words would be softened by a sly smirk, telling him that she enjoyed their friendly bantering. Other times the words were heated and serious. Those were the moments that Robin savored, knowing he’d gotten under her skin just enough to crack her lady-like façade.
He had wanted to marry her. But the call of the Holy Lands was too great, and she’d broken off their betrothal when he announced his intention to join King Richard in a new crusade to free Jerusalem. Their last conversation had been painful, and he had no doubt that she would not wait for him.
Five years of fighting had done nothing to ease his mind. On the endless, dusty marches, his thoughts always drifted back to her.
What was she doing? Was she married? Did she ever think of him?
Much took a sadistic pleasure in telling his master that he talked in his sleep. Yes, he’d dreamed about her; visions of such intensity that they seemed real. They were always memories of the old days: of climbing up to her bedroom window in the middle of the night to share secrets and tell ghost stories or of wild horseraces down the winding paths of Sherwood Forest and of sneaking unseen into Nottingham Castle just to see if they could only to have her father waiting for them wherever they came out inside.
When the king had sent him home to recover, he hadn’t wanted to go. Back in England, he might have to face her again. It was much easier to deal with that when it was thousands of miles away and not staring him in the face.
Not like the arrow she’d held on him when he went to visit her father. She had been hostile and more than a little willing to put that arrow into him, but she was still there, still living with her father.
She wasn’t married after all!
It hadn’t been the warmest greeting in the world, but nonetheless his spirits rose a little bit.
o:o:o
At least then there had been some hope.
But not any more. He’d lost her for good.
Her words echoed in his ears as he headed back into Sherwood to rejoin his men at their latest camp. I would never marry him. I despise Robin Hood.
To think she’d rather marry Gisborne, the sheriff’s puppy dog!
Robin lashed out and kicked a fallen tree trunk. His toe throbbed, but it was nothing compared to the sharp sting of her words. They hurt even more than the nearly-mortal wound he’d taken at Acre.
The laughter greeted him just as he crested the hill that sloped steeply down into their encampment. A wedding. The girl from Locksley. He really didn’t want to think about weddings for a very long time, but he’d given her his word that he’d marry them.
He paused to school his face into a smile and tried to squash down the hurt he felt. It was no fault of anyone save himself. If only he hadn’t gone to the Holy Lands…
That train of thought was banished as well. Now was not the time to brood on such things.
Fandom: Robin Hood
Characters: Robin, Marian, Much
Prompt: Emotional
Word Count: 543
Rating: PG
Summary: Hope is lost.
o:o:o
“Grow up!”
Marian’s rebuke always made him smile. Most of the time the words would be softened by a sly smirk, telling him that she enjoyed their friendly bantering. Other times the words were heated and serious. Those were the moments that Robin savored, knowing he’d gotten under her skin just enough to crack her lady-like façade.
He had wanted to marry her. But the call of the Holy Lands was too great, and she’d broken off their betrothal when he announced his intention to join King Richard in a new crusade to free Jerusalem. Their last conversation had been painful, and he had no doubt that she would not wait for him.
Five years of fighting had done nothing to ease his mind. On the endless, dusty marches, his thoughts always drifted back to her.
What was she doing? Was she married? Did she ever think of him?
Much took a sadistic pleasure in telling his master that he talked in his sleep. Yes, he’d dreamed about her; visions of such intensity that they seemed real. They were always memories of the old days: of climbing up to her bedroom window in the middle of the night to share secrets and tell ghost stories or of wild horseraces down the winding paths of Sherwood Forest and of sneaking unseen into Nottingham Castle just to see if they could only to have her father waiting for them wherever they came out inside.
When the king had sent him home to recover, he hadn’t wanted to go. Back in England, he might have to face her again. It was much easier to deal with that when it was thousands of miles away and not staring him in the face.
Not like the arrow she’d held on him when he went to visit her father. She had been hostile and more than a little willing to put that arrow into him, but she was still there, still living with her father.
She wasn’t married after all!
It hadn’t been the warmest greeting in the world, but nonetheless his spirits rose a little bit.
o:o:o
At least then there had been some hope.
But not any more. He’d lost her for good.
Her words echoed in his ears as he headed back into Sherwood to rejoin his men at their latest camp. I would never marry him. I despise Robin Hood.
To think she’d rather marry Gisborne, the sheriff’s puppy dog!
Robin lashed out and kicked a fallen tree trunk. His toe throbbed, but it was nothing compared to the sharp sting of her words. They hurt even more than the nearly-mortal wound he’d taken at Acre.
The laughter greeted him just as he crested the hill that sloped steeply down into their encampment. A wedding. The girl from Locksley. He really didn’t want to think about weddings for a very long time, but he’d given her his word that he’d marry them.
He paused to school his face into a smile and tried to squash down the hurt he felt. It was no fault of anyone save himself. If only he hadn’t gone to the Holy Lands…
That train of thought was banished as well. Now was not the time to brood on such things.