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[Episode OOM -- "Childhood" 2.03 (6)]
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~*~Marian followed after where Guy had gone, into the courtyard of Locksley Manor. Where he was soaked and throwing the armor he could get off himself, as quickly as possible, roughly at the servants who attended him, ordering them to take it inside. She waited to one side, an uncertain ( Read more... ) -
[Episode OOM -- "Childhood" 2.03 (5)]
Part I - Part II - Part III - Part IV - Part V - Part VI
~*~Marian had been surprised by the early summons to dress and be prepared to accompany The Sheriff to Locksley still. For what, she was informed once dressed and arriving at the gate, would either be the hanging of one of the peasant boys or a trade with Robin for his property. The Black ( Read more... ) -
[Episode OOM -- "Childhood" 2.03 (2)]
Part I - Part II - Part III - Part IV - Part V - Part VI
~*~Coming up with a plan to get herself out of the Castle wasn't actually all that hard. She'd had several those bouncing around in her head since the moment she managed to escape House Arrest the first two times Count Frederick had pushed The Sheriff's hand, after The Sheriff had pushed ( Read more... ) -
[Episode OOM -- "Childhood" 2.03 (3)]
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~*~Locksley Manor would always evoke too many memories, a heaviness that settled into her chest like a weight even as she tried to push through it. Stabling her own horse in a stall she'd used across half her life, next to horses who had been there a shorter number of years. Places where ( Read more... ) -
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It's been over a month since she's seen Milliways ( Read more... ) -
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Earlier there was a quiet settling of skirts and a tea service in the area with the couches and fire place. But now the tea is growing cold, and shiny security badge is still on the tray table, and Marian?
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2x02 The Booby and The Beast
Marian walked through the stalls of cloth, picking up pieces and putting them down. Too many of them reminded her of gowns once had, their remnants now as burned epitaphs to a life that was gone. The others only clear reminders of the life she had slunk into. The grievous insults and mockery she would have to withstand so long as she stayed in ( Read more... )