Who Is That Girl I See?
Title: You Don't Love Me
Author: Me
Characters/Pairings: Marian, Sir Guy, mentions of Robin. Marian/Sir Guy, Marian/Robin
Warnings: None, tis safe.
Spoilers: A Thing Or Two About Loyalty {RH S1}
Prompt: You don't love me
You can't say it
After all this time
You don't want me
You can't mean it
Tell me your lied
Yesterday everything
Seemed so ok
How can it be that today
You don't love me?
A/N: This is a response to RHFC
Sir Guy watched Marian as she hesitated. Why does she hesitate? He asked himself as he looked deep into her dark eyes, trying to find his answer. There was nothing there, just shock.
“Sir Guy! Why do you ask me this? Do you not trust me?” Marian stammered, desperately trying to find the little box of white lies in her mind she used only for Sir Guy. He kept asking her where she had gone after the Council of Nobles, she had taken off so swiftly. Lambert’s death had shaken her so, she needed Robin.
Sir Guy had no doubt that she had gone to see Robin, but part of him wanted to believe she didn’t go to him. He wanted to believe that when she closed her eyes she saw only him, Sir Guy of Gisbourne. Not Robin of Locksley, common outlaw.
“Did you see Robin?” He persisted.
“No, Sir Guy I cannot see why you believe I run to him after every little thing. I despise Robin Hood, and you know that.” Every time Marian said those words she felt them becoming more of a truth than a lie they were supposed to be.
Gisbourne held her arms roughly, squeezing his hands round them a little too tightly. It was moments like these when Gisbourne really frightened Marian. “Just tell me you love me.”
“I do Sir Guy.” Marian’s eyes never fell on him as she adopted her tone of voice that was often used around Sir Guy. The tone that was airy and light, and slightly disinterested.
To Gisbourne, these actions meant she was lying. He wanted to tell her, “You don’t love me!” But the part of him that loved her couldn’t bring the rest of him to do it, so all he could do was utter her name softly.
Silence held the betrothed couple. Marian wanted to leave, unable to breath in the suffocating environment Gisbourne had a knack of creating. Sir Guy wanted to hold her and never let her go.
It felt like eternity before Gisbourne spoke again. “Marian, how can you tell me you love me and look away in the same breath.” He sighed. “Yesterday everything seemed ok, how can it be that after a week of engagement I feel you slipping away from me. Marian, I would do anything for you.”
“I know.” Marian attempted to smile at him, but she was certain the smile was a grimace. Though she couldn’t help but feel for the troubled man before her. He was hopelessly in love with her, but she knew they would never be. What vexed her most about it was that she felt the same about someone else.
She was sure that he had loved her, but then he left. She had to pretend to un-phased by his presence, pretend the lies he told didn’t hurt. It was hard, and made harder when he flirted with her. When Robin of Locksley tried to get into her good books she wanted to save herself the heart break and scream at him, “You don’t love me.” But every time her voice failed and her heart melted.
Maybe Sir Guy is best for me. Marian thought bitterly to herself, allowing Sir Guy to pull her into a hug. Throughout the embrace she could only think of hug she shared with Robin that very afternoon. It would never compare, Sir Guy would never be as good as Robin.
For Guy, marrying Marian would be the greatest thing that ever happened to him. For Marian, marrying Guy would be having second best to Robin.
Author: Me
Characters/Pairings: Marian, Sir Guy, mentions of Robin. Marian/Sir Guy, Marian/Robin
Warnings: None, tis safe.
Spoilers: A Thing Or Two About Loyalty {RH S1}
Prompt: You don't love me
You can't say it
After all this time
You don't want me
You can't mean it
Tell me your lied
Yesterday everything
Seemed so ok
How can it be that today
You don't love me?
A/N: This is a response to RHFC
Sir Guy watched Marian as she hesitated. Why does she hesitate? He asked himself as he looked deep into her dark eyes, trying to find his answer. There was nothing there, just shock.
“Sir Guy! Why do you ask me this? Do you not trust me?” Marian stammered, desperately trying to find the little box of white lies in her mind she used only for Sir Guy. He kept asking her where she had gone after the Council of Nobles, she had taken off so swiftly. Lambert’s death had shaken her so, she needed Robin.
Sir Guy had no doubt that she had gone to see Robin, but part of him wanted to believe she didn’t go to him. He wanted to believe that when she closed her eyes she saw only him, Sir Guy of Gisbourne. Not Robin of Locksley, common outlaw.
“Did you see Robin?” He persisted.
“No, Sir Guy I cannot see why you believe I run to him after every little thing. I despise Robin Hood, and you know that.” Every time Marian said those words she felt them becoming more of a truth than a lie they were supposed to be.
Gisbourne held her arms roughly, squeezing his hands round them a little too tightly. It was moments like these when Gisbourne really frightened Marian. “Just tell me you love me.”
“I do Sir Guy.” Marian’s eyes never fell on him as she adopted her tone of voice that was often used around Sir Guy. The tone that was airy and light, and slightly disinterested.
To Gisbourne, these actions meant she was lying. He wanted to tell her, “You don’t love me!” But the part of him that loved her couldn’t bring the rest of him to do it, so all he could do was utter her name softly.
Silence held the betrothed couple. Marian wanted to leave, unable to breath in the suffocating environment Gisbourne had a knack of creating. Sir Guy wanted to hold her and never let her go.
It felt like eternity before Gisbourne spoke again. “Marian, how can you tell me you love me and look away in the same breath.” He sighed. “Yesterday everything seemed ok, how can it be that after a week of engagement I feel you slipping away from me. Marian, I would do anything for you.”
“I know.” Marian attempted to smile at him, but she was certain the smile was a grimace. Though she couldn’t help but feel for the troubled man before her. He was hopelessly in love with her, but she knew they would never be. What vexed her most about it was that she felt the same about someone else.
She was sure that he had loved her, but then he left. She had to pretend to un-phased by his presence, pretend the lies he told didn’t hurt. It was hard, and made harder when he flirted with her. When Robin of Locksley tried to get into her good books she wanted to save herself the heart break and scream at him, “You don’t love me.” But every time her voice failed and her heart melted.
Maybe Sir Guy is best for me. Marian thought bitterly to herself, allowing Sir Guy to pull her into a hug. Throughout the embrace she could only think of hug she shared with Robin that very afternoon. It would never compare, Sir Guy would never be as good as Robin.
For Guy, marrying Marian would be the greatest thing that ever happened to him. For Marian, marrying Guy would be having second best to Robin.