Drabble: Hanging
Title: Hanging
Rating: K+
Word count: 239
Characters/Pairings: Guy, Marian, Guy/Marian
Summary: "Some part of her mind thinks of opening her mouth and screaming and screaming.
Warnings: Character death (one day I'll honestly stop killing off characters in melodramatic fashion. It's true).
Disclaimer: Robin Hood belongs to legend and this particular version to the Beeb. All Rights Reserved. No copyright infringement is intended, and no money is being made.
It is too late now. The noose is already tightening, coiling and grasping like deceptive weed, and she senses its silent promise of death even though the life still thrums through her veins. Somewhere, beyond the wild palpitations of her heart (her treacherous heart wich disobeyed her vow to remain brave and composed) the air is quivering with hushed anticipation. Beyond it, there is an endless fog of faces. She's not sure but she thinks for a second Robin's tense face breaks through it and then the one of the king; grave but calm.
Some part of her mind thinks of opening her mouth and screaming and screaming and stopping this madness, but the drums are already beating and her senses are arrested by the countless spots which swarm before her eyes.
And then she looks at the scaffold, because she has to and maybe because she'll call herself forever a coward if she doesn't.
All she sees is is a pair of eyes, frightened and anguished.
Inside her, a hand closes in a clenched fist and twists and turns. Wildly, like a whirpool.
She stands, oblivous to the surprised looks and and empty faces which follow her, and rushes inside. There she trembles and crumples to the ground, and soon there is nothing but the sound of her sobbing left as company.
"Sorry", she says, "sorry", but the traitor is hanged outside and only the walls hear her.
Rating: K+
Word count: 239
Characters/Pairings: Guy, Marian, Guy/Marian
Summary: "Some part of her mind thinks of opening her mouth and screaming and screaming.
Warnings: Character death (one day I'll honestly stop killing off characters in melodramatic fashion. It's true).
Disclaimer: Robin Hood belongs to legend and this particular version to the Beeb. All Rights Reserved. No copyright infringement is intended, and no money is being made.
It is too late now. The noose is already tightening, coiling and grasping like deceptive weed, and she senses its silent promise of death even though the life still thrums through her veins. Somewhere, beyond the wild palpitations of her heart (her treacherous heart wich disobeyed her vow to remain brave and composed) the air is quivering with hushed anticipation. Beyond it, there is an endless fog of faces. She's not sure but she thinks for a second Robin's tense face breaks through it and then the one of the king; grave but calm.
Some part of her mind thinks of opening her mouth and screaming and screaming and stopping this madness, but the drums are already beating and her senses are arrested by the countless spots which swarm before her eyes.
And then she looks at the scaffold, because she has to and maybe because she'll call herself forever a coward if she doesn't.
All she sees is is a pair of eyes, frightened and anguished.
Inside her, a hand closes in a clenched fist and twists and turns. Wildly, like a whirpool.
She stands, oblivous to the surprised looks and and empty faces which follow her, and rushes inside. There she trembles and crumples to the ground, and soon there is nothing but the sound of her sobbing left as company.
"Sorry", she says, "sorry", but the traitor is hanged outside and only the walls hear her.