Denial, Ch. 25: Breathtaking - Part 1
Title: Denial, Ch. 25: Breathtaking (Pt 1)
Author: wastingyourgum
Characters/Pairings: Allan, Marian, Guy, Legrand, Little John, Queen Eleanor
Rating: PG
Genre: Gen
Words: 625
Disclaimer: BBC & TA own
Notes: This continues the 'Round-Robin' fic 'Denial' and takes place during 2x11 "Treasure of the Nation"
Beta'ed by the ever-spiffing darkentwisted and robinfanatic
Summary: The first of two series of vignettes throughout 2x11as the Nightwatchman is unmasked and the Gang discover the Treasure...
Want to play? Come join us! Check out the Rules and join in the Round Robin fun!
Previous Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24
Breathtaking (Pt 1)
by wastingyourgum
He looks at her and his breath catches in his throat.
She looks in panic to the dark figure by the door, like a doe trapped by hounds and for a moment he actually considers if there is any way he can possibly help her. She's so young, so innocent, not part of the same grubby world he inhabits. Even the fact she is Robin's love does not take away from her purity in his eyes.
"Guy! I've caught the Nightwatchman!" The words are out before he can stop them - the habit of a lifetime hard to break. He's betrayed friends, lovers, even family across the years, all in his own best interest.
For her, he will feel remorse.
>>>--------------------->
He looks at him and his breath catches in his throat.
That stone hadn't budged an inch with both him and his men straining at it and yet it slowly rises as the scruffy outlaw grits his teeth and hauls it upwards.
"I don't believe it!" He'd assumed the older man was all bluster, defensive at being challenged on his home territory but he can see now that the few inches in height that he has on the dark-haired Englishman are present across his broad shoulders.
"Go on, John!" His friends shout their encouragement and he finds himself joining in. He rarely makes friends with men his size when he encounters them, his natural competitive streak and noble's detachment usually get in the way.
For him, he could make an exception.
>>>--------------------->
He looks at her and his breath catches in his throat.
He had hoped for that one brief moment to see her unblemished. Instead he sees that perfect, smooth skin scarred by his blade. The pain she must have felt then matching the pain he feels now, tearing at his heart and twisting his gut.
He's pictured her so many times displaying herself to him, imagined that skin so many times under his fingertips, but never like this. In his dreams she is flawless, her skin like alabaster. The vivid red scar makes a mockery of every single one of them.
"Prepare the prisoner. We return to Nottingham. I've sent word to the Sheriff that we've captured the Nightwatchman."
"Guy..."
"You do not speak to me."
To him, she is dead.
>>>--------------------->
He looks at her and his breath catches in his throat.
He barely hears her addressed as "Your Majesty" and doesn't need to. Who else could she be but a Queen? Her presence fills the room with quiet authority and if her beauty has faded with age, then she must have driven men to utter madness in her youth. He kneels in reverence to her, not her title.
Her piercing eyes sweep in his direction and he hurriedly looks to the floor, unworthy of meeting her stern gaze. He does not see it soften in admiration as it falls on him.
She has commanded Kings and Princes across Europe, thousands of men have pledged themselves to her service and he knows he will be one more to do so and gladly.
For her, he would die.
>>>--------------------->
He looks at her and his breath catches in his throat.
What is she playing at? She's flirting like an unmarried maiden, not the mother of Kings she is!
He's used to her sudden whims and strange fancies but this one may beat them all! What on earth can she see in that English brigand? He has strength and courage undoubtedly and he's... possibly attractive, in a very rough way but still... Why should the Queen be more accepting of his untried protection rather than that which has been proven time and again?
For her, he will feel jealous.
Or is that of her...
>>>--------------------->
On to part 2...
Author: wastingyourgum
Characters/Pairings: Allan, Marian, Guy, Legrand, Little John, Queen Eleanor
Rating: PG
Genre: Gen
Words: 625
Disclaimer: BBC & TA own
Notes: This continues the 'Round-Robin' fic 'Denial' and takes place during 2x11 "Treasure of the Nation"
Beta'ed by the ever-spiffing darkentwisted and robinfanatic
Summary: The first of two series of vignettes throughout 2x11as the Nightwatchman is unmasked and the Gang discover the Treasure...
Want to play? Come join us! Check out the Rules and join in the Round Robin fun!
Previous Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24
Breathtaking (Pt 1)
by wastingyourgum
He looks at her and his breath catches in his throat.
She looks in panic to the dark figure by the door, like a doe trapped by hounds and for a moment he actually considers if there is any way he can possibly help her. She's so young, so innocent, not part of the same grubby world he inhabits. Even the fact she is Robin's love does not take away from her purity in his eyes.
"Guy! I've caught the Nightwatchman!" The words are out before he can stop them - the habit of a lifetime hard to break. He's betrayed friends, lovers, even family across the years, all in his own best interest.
For her, he will feel remorse.
>>>--------------------->
He looks at him and his breath catches in his throat.
That stone hadn't budged an inch with both him and his men straining at it and yet it slowly rises as the scruffy outlaw grits his teeth and hauls it upwards.
"I don't believe it!" He'd assumed the older man was all bluster, defensive at being challenged on his home territory but he can see now that the few inches in height that he has on the dark-haired Englishman are present across his broad shoulders.
"Go on, John!" His friends shout their encouragement and he finds himself joining in. He rarely makes friends with men his size when he encounters them, his natural competitive streak and noble's detachment usually get in the way.
For him, he could make an exception.
>>>--------------------->
He looks at her and his breath catches in his throat.
He had hoped for that one brief moment to see her unblemished. Instead he sees that perfect, smooth skin scarred by his blade. The pain she must have felt then matching the pain he feels now, tearing at his heart and twisting his gut.
He's pictured her so many times displaying herself to him, imagined that skin so many times under his fingertips, but never like this. In his dreams she is flawless, her skin like alabaster. The vivid red scar makes a mockery of every single one of them.
"Prepare the prisoner. We return to Nottingham. I've sent word to the Sheriff that we've captured the Nightwatchman."
"Guy..."
"You do not speak to me."
To him, she is dead.
>>>--------------------->
He looks at her and his breath catches in his throat.
He barely hears her addressed as "Your Majesty" and doesn't need to. Who else could she be but a Queen? Her presence fills the room with quiet authority and if her beauty has faded with age, then she must have driven men to utter madness in her youth. He kneels in reverence to her, not her title.
Her piercing eyes sweep in his direction and he hurriedly looks to the floor, unworthy of meeting her stern gaze. He does not see it soften in admiration as it falls on him.
She has commanded Kings and Princes across Europe, thousands of men have pledged themselves to her service and he knows he will be one more to do so and gladly.
For her, he would die.
>>>--------------------->
He looks at her and his breath catches in his throat.
What is she playing at? She's flirting like an unmarried maiden, not the mother of Kings she is!
He's used to her sudden whims and strange fancies but this one may beat them all! What on earth can she see in that English brigand? He has strength and courage undoubtedly and he's... possibly attractive, in a very rough way but still... Why should the Queen be more accepting of his untried protection rather than that which has been proven time and again?
For her, he will feel jealous.
Or is that of her...
>>>--------------------->
On to part 2...