You And I
Title: You and I
Author: Channiegurl
Word Count: 403
Rating:R
Characters/Pairings: Sheriff. Possible Sheriff/Robin
Spoilers/Warnings: Dark fic. (I'm actually a little bit scared of myself for writing this)
Summary: You and I are not so very different, Robin Hood. I don’t expect you to agree. But it’s true.
Disclaimer: I do not own Robin Hood or any of the characters
Ok, i'm going to find a hiding place now.
You and I are not so very different, Robin Hood. I don’t expect you to agree. But it’s true.
We’re both leaders. Me, by what you would call force but what I call determination and ambition. You, by birth and your annoying habit of wanting to ‘do the right thing’. Our motivation and our means may be different, but we are both leaders none the less.
We both have our followers and our own right hand man to use and abuse as we see fit. I have Gisborne, you have your ever present Much. You say that you do not ‘use’ him? Pretend to believe that if you will but you and I both know that he is and always will be your servant. It’s ingrained in his mind and yours. You know only too well that he will do whatever you demand of him, thinly veiling it as a request. It’s alright, no need to be upset. I admire that. I expect the same from Gisborne, except I see no reason to keep up a pretence of pleasantries. We treat them on a scheme of reward and punishment. You with words, where as I prefer actions. Again, out means differ, but only slightly.
No matter how much we’d like to pretend we’re invulnerable, we do have our weaknesses, you and I. Our little sins. With me it’s money and power. For you it’s women. All women. Any woman. Not reserved exclusively for Marian. I’ve always wondered what it is about that girl that would have two men fighting over her.
So there we have it. Greed and Lust. A perfect match.
Neither of us is ever going to give up, we’re never going to stop until death makes us. And you won’t kill me. So doesn’t that make all of this just a little bit pointless? It’s all just a game. To both of us.
Which brings us to that final thing that makes us alike.
You don’t want me to tell you? You don’t want to know?
You forget it’s too late. You already know, have always known.
We’re both obsessed. I with you, you with I. It’s an obsession based on hatred. But we both make no attempts to free ourselves. So doesn’t that also make it an infatuation with hatred?
No denial now Robin.
I see right through and into you.
You are the other part of me.
Author: Channiegurl
Word Count: 403
Rating:R
Characters/Pairings: Sheriff. Possible Sheriff/Robin
Spoilers/Warnings: Dark fic. (I'm actually a little bit scared of myself for writing this)
Summary: You and I are not so very different, Robin Hood. I don’t expect you to agree. But it’s true.
Disclaimer: I do not own Robin Hood or any of the characters
Ok, i'm going to find a hiding place now.
You and I are not so very different, Robin Hood. I don’t expect you to agree. But it’s true.
We’re both leaders. Me, by what you would call force but what I call determination and ambition. You, by birth and your annoying habit of wanting to ‘do the right thing’. Our motivation and our means may be different, but we are both leaders none the less.
We both have our followers and our own right hand man to use and abuse as we see fit. I have Gisborne, you have your ever present Much. You say that you do not ‘use’ him? Pretend to believe that if you will but you and I both know that he is and always will be your servant. It’s ingrained in his mind and yours. You know only too well that he will do whatever you demand of him, thinly veiling it as a request. It’s alright, no need to be upset. I admire that. I expect the same from Gisborne, except I see no reason to keep up a pretence of pleasantries. We treat them on a scheme of reward and punishment. You with words, where as I prefer actions. Again, out means differ, but only slightly.
No matter how much we’d like to pretend we’re invulnerable, we do have our weaknesses, you and I. Our little sins. With me it’s money and power. For you it’s women. All women. Any woman. Not reserved exclusively for Marian. I’ve always wondered what it is about that girl that would have two men fighting over her.
So there we have it. Greed and Lust. A perfect match.
Neither of us is ever going to give up, we’re never going to stop until death makes us. And you won’t kill me. So doesn’t that make all of this just a little bit pointless? It’s all just a game. To both of us.
Which brings us to that final thing that makes us alike.
You don’t want me to tell you? You don’t want to know?
You forget it’s too late. You already know, have always known.
We’re both obsessed. I with you, you with I. It’s an obsession based on hatred. But we both make no attempts to free ourselves. So doesn’t that also make it an infatuation with hatred?
No denial now Robin.
I see right through and into you.
You are the other part of me.