Week 38A
First post to this very interesting comm., I hope you like it. Based off of the bolded/title Linkin Park songs.
Ratings are PG13 unless specified as other.
The little things you give away are the hardest ones to let go. Marian was a prisoner in the castle. She mended old clothes herself so the servants didn't see how many colours of thread ran through them. The last privilege was a door that she could lock. After unveiling her as the Nightwatchman, even that was taken for her own protection. Marian heard a knock at the door, sitting by the fire with a torn underskirt she'd need come November, and smiled. Allan knocked, gave her back that little thing, and gave her back more than she'd ever tell him.
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Allan needed to break the habit. It was bad, cruel and not what he wanted. Unfair. He was bad, but not all the way, and not all the way to breaking Much. Still he found himself helping him gather wood or some other euphemism, told himself the high-strung bloke needed the warmth as much as he did.
The day Much tried it, breaking the habit, Allan realised it wasn't a habit but an addiction. Watching Much shift from foot to foot, summoning courage and saying it was over, Allan lost the delusion that Much was any cause for pity.
Words: 100
[Dedicated]
Because this isn't right. Not being- what's funny?
Your eyebrows.
Laughing at me, you?
Allan. Sorry. Just- they went up near your hair.
Because that's helping.
Where's-
Right. Where's sensible Will?
-Djaq?
God. Come on.
But your hair's strange, Allan-
Allan!
Thank. God. It's Djaq. Mate, don't be a twat. Tell her when you can see straight.
Djaq!
Why is he staring like that? Give me his other arm.
Sheriff gave him something. Been dancing with the demons ever since - least he's not feeling that cut.
Djaq!
Will, my ear is right here. Next to your mouth.
Djaq!
Camp?
Camp.
Words: 100. Owed entirely to a fantastic drunken!Will fic.
[Morning After]
Bassam's house had beds. Which was why, when they shut the heavy door behind them, Will wasn't surprised that the newlyweds ended up on the floor. With his hand splayed on the stone floor and a grin as he struggled to catch his breath, Will pulled the heavy blanket down on top of them from the bed. The sudden weight forced his nose against her shoulder and his lips near her collarbone, Djaq's giggle turning into something he heard against her throat. His worries about their backs and bones in the morning after died against her smooth skin.
Words: 98
[One Step Closer]
Much put an arrow to the string. He loosed it and felled the deer in the distance. One step closer to God, glory and all the good things in life, he walked through the forest to claim his prize. They'd think it was squirrel, but they were not blessed of a taste for the finer things. And they always thought he gave them squirrel, even when he skinned the deer not twelve steps from camp. But for the sake of Robin's lazy grin across the rough-hewn table and Djaq's murmur of approval, he'd haul the trophy to camp.
Words: 99
[A Place for my Head]
Will expected it to be any one of the others but the arms that slid around his shoulders as he knelt shaking on the forest floor were both familiar and new. In the cold of the previous winter, in the shock of changing circumstances and sudden adulthood, he and Robin had found something else. He loved Djaq and Robin was destined for Marian; they knew all of this, but when Robin put a hand against his the place for his head to clear. neck, settling him into the crook of his elbow as he mourned, Will remembered where he'd left
Words: 100
For telynmurali, some old school ship.
[In Between]
The one corner of his chest not vibrating from the pounding of his heart caves and shakes.
There's a key, and it's in the Fool's hand. The Fool who'll be hanging next to Will's dancing feet.
There's a room with just them. No one's watching.
He could just-
- If Guy or the Sheriff -
- It's Will. -
- let them go.
Will's eyes should be boring into him. It's his posture that decides him- he'll take what comes next, regardless.
Allan can't resist a look back, and it's almost old times when he realises he's surprised his old friend.
Words: 96
I've been carrying a weight like a set of stocks around my shoulder, for all my swagger and all my new leather. The forest was an odd place, a bit of a space where I didn't need to think - I did things, they were right. Easy.
Now I'm fighting with Guy and Marian for Nottingham, handing out weapons to boys not three years younger than Will.
A hand, a look, and it's a little less. The weight's still there, but there's some dirt off my shoulder because of a brother in arms.
Words: 92
[Bleed It Out]
He tosses and I see it again. I don't need to be in his head to know why - the sand rough on his knuckles from laying her down. I dunno what Guy's doing. He killed her and she was the one constant I knew about him. Never knew how much Robin loved her until then - Guy going off into the distance and Robin didn't care.
Will saw it, when he found me curled by a fountain. Guy will be going mental, Robin's going to struggle with the jokes, and I'm going to say nothing at all for her that we loved.
Words: 101
Feedback very much appreciated, and thanks for reading :)
Ratings are PG13 unless specified as other.
The little things you give away are the hardest ones to let go. Marian was a prisoner in the castle. She mended old clothes herself so the servants didn't see how many colours of thread ran through them. The last privilege was a door that she could lock. After unveiling her as the Nightwatchman, even that was taken for her own protection. Marian heard a knock at the door, sitting by the fire with a torn underskirt she'd need come November, and smiled. Allan knocked, gave her back that little thing, and gave her back more than she'd ever tell him.
Words: 101
Allan needed to break the habit. It was bad, cruel and not what he wanted. Unfair. He was bad, but not all the way, and not all the way to breaking Much. Still he found himself helping him gather wood or some other euphemism, told himself the high-strung bloke needed the warmth as much as he did.
The day Much tried it, breaking the habit, Allan realised it wasn't a habit but an addiction. Watching Much shift from foot to foot, summoning courage and saying it was over, Allan lost the delusion that Much was any cause for pity.
Words: 100
[Dedicated]
Because this isn't right. Not being- what's funny?
Your eyebrows.
Laughing at me, you?
Allan. Sorry. Just- they went up near your hair.
Because that's helping.
Where's-
Right. Where's sensible Will?
-Djaq?
God. Come on.
But your hair's strange, Allan-
Allan!
Thank. God. It's Djaq. Mate, don't be a twat. Tell her when you can see straight.
Djaq!
Why is he staring like that? Give me his other arm.
Sheriff gave him something. Been dancing with the demons ever since - least he's not feeling that cut.
Djaq!
Will, my ear is right here. Next to your mouth.
Djaq!
Camp?
Camp.
Words: 100. Owed entirely to a fantastic drunken!Will fic.
[Morning After]
Bassam's house had beds. Which was why, when they shut the heavy door behind them, Will wasn't surprised that the newlyweds ended up on the floor. With his hand splayed on the stone floor and a grin as he struggled to catch his breath, Will pulled the heavy blanket down on top of them from the bed. The sudden weight forced his nose against her shoulder and his lips near her collarbone, Djaq's giggle turning into something he heard against her throat. His worries about their backs and bones in the morning after died against her smooth skin.
Words: 98
[One Step Closer]
Much put an arrow to the string. He loosed it and felled the deer in the distance. One step closer to God, glory and all the good things in life, he walked through the forest to claim his prize. They'd think it was squirrel, but they were not blessed of a taste for the finer things. And they always thought he gave them squirrel, even when he skinned the deer not twelve steps from camp. But for the sake of Robin's lazy grin across the rough-hewn table and Djaq's murmur of approval, he'd haul the trophy to camp.
Words: 99
[A Place for my Head]
Will expected it to be any one of the others but the arms that slid around his shoulders as he knelt shaking on the forest floor were both familiar and new. In the cold of the previous winter, in the shock of changing circumstances and sudden adulthood, he and Robin had found something else. He loved Djaq and Robin was destined for Marian; they knew all of this, but when Robin put a hand against his the place for his head to clear. neck, settling him into the crook of his elbow as he mourned, Will remembered where he'd left
Words: 100
For telynmurali, some old school ship.
[In Between]
The one corner of his chest not vibrating from the pounding of his heart caves and shakes.
There's a key, and it's in the Fool's hand. The Fool who'll be hanging next to Will's dancing feet.
There's a room with just them. No one's watching.
He could just-
- If Guy or the Sheriff -
- It's Will. -
- let them go.
Will's eyes should be boring into him. It's his posture that decides him- he'll take what comes next, regardless.
Allan can't resist a look back, and it's almost old times when he realises he's surprised his old friend.
Words: 96
I've been carrying a weight like a set of stocks around my shoulder, for all my swagger and all my new leather. The forest was an odd place, a bit of a space where I didn't need to think - I did things, they were right. Easy.
Now I'm fighting with Guy and Marian for Nottingham, handing out weapons to boys not three years younger than Will.
A hand, a look, and it's a little less. The weight's still there, but there's some dirt off my shoulder because of a brother in arms.
Words: 92
[Bleed It Out]
He tosses and I see it again. I don't need to be in his head to know why - the sand rough on his knuckles from laying her down. I dunno what Guy's doing. He killed her and she was the one constant I knew about him. Never knew how much Robin loved her until then - Guy going off into the distance and Robin didn't care.
Will saw it, when he found me curled by a fountain. Guy will be going mental, Robin's going to struggle with the jokes, and I'm going to say nothing at all for her that we loved.
Words: 101
Feedback very much appreciated, and thanks for reading :)