Flash Fic: Trying
Title: Trying
Author: railise
Word Count: 400
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: Robin/Marian
Summary: Pre-S1; Marian has made something for Robin.
Disclaimer: I have no rights to or association with the show Robin Hood, and get nothing from this other than the fun of playing in the world provided by the BBC and Tiger Aspect.
Notes: For robinsociety in rh_intercomm; inspired by the prompt "pie."
"Very well, open your eyes." Robin could hear the excitement in Marian's voice as she removed her hands from his face, and was grinning as his gaze fell upon the thing on his dining table. Peering over at his intended, he found her smiling at him expectantly. He glanced back down at the thing.
Knowing too much time was passing, he finally said, "I am at a loss for words."
She laughed. "Would you like to try it?" She held out a spoon that had been hidden behind her back.
Taking it, he realized that the thing was supposed to be edible. He leaned over and sniffed. What was that? Charred, that was all he could tell. Too bad Much was not here; he might be able to identify it. Taking a breath, Robin scooped up a bite of whatever it was, and quickly stuck it in his mouth.
And just as quickly pasted on an encouraging smile as the flavor of burnt... something... flooded his mouth.
"Do you like it?"
He nodded quickly, swallowing it rather too whole, but better to get that done with.
"Here, let me try a bite," Marian said, reaching for the spoon.
Gulping against his stomach's reaction to his own taste, he shook his head, holding the spoon out of her reach. "No!" When she looked injured, he added, "You made it for me, did you not?"
"Well, yes." She eyed him. "It's dreadful, isn't it?"
"Of course not," he protested.
"Robin."
She would get angry if he continued to lie, but neither could he tell her the truth. At his silence, she grabbed the spoon from him and had a mouthful before he could stop her. She spat it instantly back out into her hand, with a strangled, "Oh, dear." She glared at him. "You did not have to eat it, if it was that awful."
He shrugged. "I wanted to."
"You are such a fool," she sighed, but with affection.
"You know, this is why we have cooks," Robin teased.
Marian frowned. "I thought I could do it."
He watched her for a minute, not liking that she seemed so unhappy. Then, he had an idea. "Want to go out and practice shooting?" She was quite good at that, and he thought it might cheer her up.
Instantly, her face brightened, and he could not help but grin back, pleased that she liked the idea. "That sounds excellent."
Author: railise
Word Count: 400
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: Robin/Marian
Summary: Pre-S1; Marian has made something for Robin.
Disclaimer: I have no rights to or association with the show Robin Hood, and get nothing from this other than the fun of playing in the world provided by the BBC and Tiger Aspect.
Notes: For robinsociety in rh_intercomm; inspired by the prompt "pie."
"Very well, open your eyes." Robin could hear the excitement in Marian's voice as she removed her hands from his face, and was grinning as his gaze fell upon the thing on his dining table. Peering over at his intended, he found her smiling at him expectantly. He glanced back down at the thing.
Knowing too much time was passing, he finally said, "I am at a loss for words."
She laughed. "Would you like to try it?" She held out a spoon that had been hidden behind her back.
Taking it, he realized that the thing was supposed to be edible. He leaned over and sniffed. What was that? Charred, that was all he could tell. Too bad Much was not here; he might be able to identify it. Taking a breath, Robin scooped up a bite of whatever it was, and quickly stuck it in his mouth.
And just as quickly pasted on an encouraging smile as the flavor of burnt... something... flooded his mouth.
"Do you like it?"
He nodded quickly, swallowing it rather too whole, but better to get that done with.
"Here, let me try a bite," Marian said, reaching for the spoon.
Gulping against his stomach's reaction to his own taste, he shook his head, holding the spoon out of her reach. "No!" When she looked injured, he added, "You made it for me, did you not?"
"Well, yes." She eyed him. "It's dreadful, isn't it?"
"Of course not," he protested.
"Robin."
She would get angry if he continued to lie, but neither could he tell her the truth. At his silence, she grabbed the spoon from him and had a mouthful before he could stop her. She spat it instantly back out into her hand, with a strangled, "Oh, dear." She glared at him. "You did not have to eat it, if it was that awful."
He shrugged. "I wanted to."
"You are such a fool," she sighed, but with affection.
"You know, this is why we have cooks," Robin teased.
Marian frowned. "I thought I could do it."
He watched her for a minute, not liking that she seemed so unhappy. Then, he had an idea. "Want to go out and practice shooting?" She was quite good at that, and he thought it might cheer her up.
Instantly, her face brightened, and he could not help but grin back, pleased that she liked the idea. "That sounds excellent."