[fic] : robin hood (bbc)
Title: Of Endings and Beginnings and Dreams
Rating: G
Characters: Guy, Marian, Robin
Wordcount: 350
Summary: The dreams that Guy has, after it all. Set after the season 2 finale, so spoilers.
Disclaimer: Robin Hood is copyright to Tiger Aspect and the BBC. All Rights Reserved. No copyright infringement is intended, and no money is being made.
A/N: For filmgeekchic as part of a fic exchange. She gave me as a song prompt 'No Way Back' by 8mm; such a beautiful melancholy song. Thank you, m'dear!
[Lyrics here.]
The world is all summer and light and soft sun on the boy's chubby arms as he runs in circles. A small white speck, just drifting flowery fluff, has quite captivated him. Even as Guy calls he knows his son won't hear him. And Marian, in a white dress and her hair all loose tumbles, comes to stand in the curve of his side and lean against him. He takes her, holding her to him, and feels the movement of her cheek as she smiles.
And then Guy awakes, surrounded by stone walls, and with a gasping gape at his center as he remembers why his bed is empty of her. And though he hates waking from that dream, he would choose it over the other.
The other.
Where she smiles and wears white which becomes stained with red. By his hands. Where he watches his hands move inevitably and horribly, where he feels her curve against him. Every time he cannot stop himself and every time the pain of it rips afresh. When he wakes from that dream it is into a dark fog, and the rest of the day is long and hateful and one-word replies. The fog on the horizon will lift and the day move into weak grey sun, but the fog inside him clings and smothers and will not shift.
He would rather dream a shining falsehood, have a moment's pause from self-hatred. He pushes away the lies that he could have had that stainless existence, smothers the whisperings that remind him he could never have changed, that she would have run from him. To Hood. To someone for whom love and nobility come as easy as breathing.
It was that smile that made him hate Hood anew, a bitter sword-hard hate. That smile, as she said Hood's name, was a truer smile than any charming half-grin she ever gave him. And the way she spoke it. In a fond tone, with lips which caressed the words.
"Robin Hood. I love Robin Hood."
There is one other dream he remembers. One other, amidst a myriad of horrid and half-forgotten images. Of her when he first saw her, when her father was still the sheriff. Marian, unstained by falsehoods or broken promises or resentment, with a carefree white ribbon half-falling from her hair.
That one he longs to dream again.
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end.
[NB: In case you feel like something light and sappy, a very fluffy Christmas ficlet I wrote for lenigirl87 as part of the secretsheriff exchange is here.]
Rating: G
Characters: Guy, Marian, Robin
Wordcount: 350
Summary: The dreams that Guy has, after it all. Set after the season 2 finale, so spoilers.
Disclaimer: Robin Hood is copyright to Tiger Aspect and the BBC. All Rights Reserved. No copyright infringement is intended, and no money is being made.
A/N: For filmgeekchic as part of a fic exchange. She gave me as a song prompt 'No Way Back' by 8mm; such a beautiful melancholy song. Thank you, m'dear!
[Lyrics here.]
The world is all summer and light and soft sun on the boy's chubby arms as he runs in circles. A small white speck, just drifting flowery fluff, has quite captivated him. Even as Guy calls he knows his son won't hear him. And Marian, in a white dress and her hair all loose tumbles, comes to stand in the curve of his side and lean against him. He takes her, holding her to him, and feels the movement of her cheek as she smiles.
And then Guy awakes, surrounded by stone walls, and with a gasping gape at his center as he remembers why his bed is empty of her. And though he hates waking from that dream, he would choose it over the other.
The other.
Where she smiles and wears white which becomes stained with red. By his hands. Where he watches his hands move inevitably and horribly, where he feels her curve against him. Every time he cannot stop himself and every time the pain of it rips afresh. When he wakes from that dream it is into a dark fog, and the rest of the day is long and hateful and one-word replies. The fog on the horizon will lift and the day move into weak grey sun, but the fog inside him clings and smothers and will not shift.
He would rather dream a shining falsehood, have a moment's pause from self-hatred. He pushes away the lies that he could have had that stainless existence, smothers the whisperings that remind him he could never have changed, that she would have run from him. To Hood. To someone for whom love and nobility come as easy as breathing.
It was that smile that made him hate Hood anew, a bitter sword-hard hate. That smile, as she said Hood's name, was a truer smile than any charming half-grin she ever gave him. And the way she spoke it. In a fond tone, with lips which caressed the words.
"Robin Hood. I love Robin Hood."
There is one other dream he remembers. One other, amidst a myriad of horrid and half-forgotten images. Of her when he first saw her, when her father was still the sheriff. Marian, unstained by falsehoods or broken promises or resentment, with a carefree white ribbon half-falling from her hair.
That one he longs to dream again.
---
end.
[NB: In case you feel like something light and sappy, a very fluffy Christmas ficlet I wrote for lenigirl87 as part of the secretsheriff exchange is here.]