Episode 1x13 "A Clue: No."
And then everything was darkness.
But this time it was a warmer, fluid darkness, caressing her like sea while never dampening her skin. She floated through the expanse relaxed and sure she was headed to where she was supposed to be.
Beyond here and there to somewhere right.
She was a good woman; kind, considerate.
What was that? Eyes that weren’t eyes blinked slowly in the darkness, so that formless form struggled to peer. Outward and inward through the balmy, sleepy darkness of peace to other places.
Did it…was…
It sounded like Will.
Good? Ah, she was...yeah, she was...
Much? Oh, Much. Full of so many words at every other point. His dearness in his simplicity. Why had she never let the world be as simple as she saw him make it? Why had she never let go of those feelings of resentment for a love they both shared?
She was alright. Yeah.
Her we liked.
And Allan and John. Where were they? How was she listening to them? And why did it sound like they were talking somewhere above her?
Her we loved. Her I loved. I loved her and I never told her.
Robin? Her silly, arrogant, idealist? He sounded so close and so sad. It was in the way his voice cracked.
Then suddenly a shot of cold took the echoing words. Up her spine, digging into her abdomen. Sharp and throbbing. She felt it. Felt what hadn’t been there. The slow, working grind in her chest. Thump-thump. Thump-thump. Thump-thump.
Each beat antagonizingly slow and rebelliously unwilling to give up.
Why was everything so heavy? Where had the warmth gone?
And it hurt. Oh. It hurt so much. All through her body.
“Marian?” Her name was being whispered, feverously over and over, while hands around her face kept moving her skin. There was desperation in it. Her eyelids opened slowly, blue-grey eyes rolling upward, the blur of colors swimming together.
She pulled away, pushing things into focus. The Cave; the Men; Robin.
The others were laughing. Why were they laughing?
Robin’s face was close enough to focus on through the cloudy fog of her mind. His expression looked tear streaked and tired and yet so grateful.
“Where have I been?” Marian asked, confused.
“Don’t know.” His hands continued to touch her face, as he leaned forward. “But I’m glad your back.”
It didn’t make sense-he was laughing and yet near crying-but then when did Robin make sense? Her brows knit but she couldn’t keep herself from trying to smiling at the genuineness his words.
But this time it was a warmer, fluid darkness, caressing her like sea while never dampening her skin. She floated through the expanse relaxed and sure she was headed to where she was supposed to be.
Beyond here and there to somewhere right.
She was a good woman; kind, considerate.
What was that? Eyes that weren’t eyes blinked slowly in the darkness, so that formless form struggled to peer. Outward and inward through the balmy, sleepy darkness of peace to other places.
Did it…was…
It sounded like Will.
Good? Ah, she was...yeah, she was...
Much? Oh, Much. Full of so many words at every other point. His dearness in his simplicity. Why had she never let the world be as simple as she saw him make it? Why had she never let go of those feelings of resentment for a love they both shared?
She was alright. Yeah.
Her we liked.
And Allan and John. Where were they? How was she listening to them? And why did it sound like they were talking somewhere above her?
Her we loved. Her I loved. I loved her and I never told her.
Robin? Her silly, arrogant, idealist? He sounded so close and so sad. It was in the way his voice cracked.
Then suddenly a shot of cold took the echoing words. Up her spine, digging into her abdomen. Sharp and throbbing. She felt it. Felt what hadn’t been there. The slow, working grind in her chest. Thump-thump. Thump-thump. Thump-thump.
Each beat antagonizingly slow and rebelliously unwilling to give up.
Why was everything so heavy? Where had the warmth gone?
And it hurt. Oh. It hurt so much. All through her body.
“Marian?” Her name was being whispered, feverously over and over, while hands around her face kept moving her skin. There was desperation in it. Her eyelids opened slowly, blue-grey eyes rolling upward, the blur of colors swimming together.
She pulled away, pushing things into focus. The Cave; the Men; Robin.
The others were laughing. Why were they laughing?
Robin’s face was close enough to focus on through the cloudy fog of her mind. His expression looked tear streaked and tired and yet so grateful.
“Where have I been?” Marian asked, confused.
“Don’t know.” His hands continued to touch her face, as he leaned forward. “But I’m glad your back.”
It didn’t make sense-he was laughing and yet near crying-but then when did Robin make sense? Her brows knit but she couldn’t keep herself from trying to smiling at the genuineness his words.