Fic: Token
Title: Token
Rating: G
Word count: 336
Characters/Parings: Guy, Marian; Guy/Marian
Summary: "Their voices shoot off at sharp tangents in shrill panic, and he takes a breath, exhales. It does not matter, he did not return for them." Written for the woobiefest.
Disclaimer: Robin Hood belongs to legend and the Beeb. No copyright infringement is intended and no money is being made.
The world around him is chaotic with the din of terror. The banister is steady beneath his hand and he allows himself to look over it for one brief moment. Perhaps to remind him of what is about to happen, even though he cannot feel he cares. The faces below are upturned and open, and it isn't hard to read the surprise in their quirking, frowning eyebrows, but mistrust still lingers and panic dominates. Their voices shoot off at sharp tangents in shrill panic, and he takes a breath, exhales. It does not matter, he did not return for them.
He turns and faces the sunlight which streams in one bold stroke through the open castle doors. A few moments pass. The rustle of her skirts comes to a stop as she reaches his side. This time he does not bother to control his thrumming heart; he sets it free and it leaps until he feels he is no longer here, lifted and lost with its paces.
When she scorches him with her hand on his wrist, everything else fades. He could be somewhere else, in a clearing in a forest where the moss beneath his feet is soft and the sun overhead is warm and pleasant. The rest lost in the similar endless green of the trees.
He lifts his face. He has never seen her give a warmer smile. It mingles with the glorious feeling of approval and warms his bones until he is unsteady. He has never realised before how much he has needed this.
She takes a step nearer and he stumbles into his next movement before he can catch himself. His head tilts forward, he pauses. Waits. Hopes she does not have it in her to deny him now.
Her lashes are beating wings against his cheek when she responds. The thundering of hooves and shouting becomes louder. He will not mind death, he thinks, not when he has this memory to recall over and over before the darkness takes reign.
Rating: G
Word count: 336
Characters/Parings: Guy, Marian; Guy/Marian
Summary: "Their voices shoot off at sharp tangents in shrill panic, and he takes a breath, exhales. It does not matter, he did not return for them." Written for the woobiefest.
Disclaimer: Robin Hood belongs to legend and the Beeb. No copyright infringement is intended and no money is being made.
The world around him is chaotic with the din of terror. The banister is steady beneath his hand and he allows himself to look over it for one brief moment. Perhaps to remind him of what is about to happen, even though he cannot feel he cares. The faces below are upturned and open, and it isn't hard to read the surprise in their quirking, frowning eyebrows, but mistrust still lingers and panic dominates. Their voices shoot off at sharp tangents in shrill panic, and he takes a breath, exhales. It does not matter, he did not return for them.
He turns and faces the sunlight which streams in one bold stroke through the open castle doors. A few moments pass. The rustle of her skirts comes to a stop as she reaches his side. This time he does not bother to control his thrumming heart; he sets it free and it leaps until he feels he is no longer here, lifted and lost with its paces.
When she scorches him with her hand on his wrist, everything else fades. He could be somewhere else, in a clearing in a forest where the moss beneath his feet is soft and the sun overhead is warm and pleasant. The rest lost in the similar endless green of the trees.
He lifts his face. He has never seen her give a warmer smile. It mingles with the glorious feeling of approval and warms his bones until he is unsteady. He has never realised before how much he has needed this.
She takes a step nearer and he stumbles into his next movement before he can catch himself. His head tilts forward, he pauses. Waits. Hopes she does not have it in her to deny him now.
Her lashes are beating wings against his cheek when she responds. The thundering of hooves and shouting becomes louder. He will not mind death, he thinks, not when he has this memory to recall over and over before the darkness takes reign.