Episode 1x13 "A Clue: No"
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queenofmayWhen the door opens back to her room Marian reacquainted herself with the weight of the choice she'd made before leaving.
She could walk better, even if the stairs leading to the bottom floor of her house still gave her some trouble. Step, shift weight. Step, shift weight. Try not to cringe or hit the wall through the entire thing. Her father met her at the bottom of the stairs, looking concerned for her being out of bed; taking one of her arms and placing a hand on her back he helped her.
Marian wished she could tell him of Milliways, of the days she'd gotten to spend recuperating, drinking tea and sleeping.
Instead she just gave him what would approximate a faltering smile that said she didn't need help and she focused on hobbling, more show than truly inability. He gave her soup, while they discussed his and his allies plan to protect the king. She couldn't help playing devils advocate. The idea of him being hurt, or worse, was too easily connected. But she couldn't disagree, or argue, when he said he'd waited too long. It was more confusing when he said Robin wouldn't help.
That he wanted to stop her wedding.
They both agreed he could not, even if Marian did not look up at her father when she said it.
It was confusing and compelling, but it was not the one that confused nor compelled her the most in this moment. Her father faltered when she asked him if he believed Gisborne had gone to the Holy Land, had wanted to kill the King and wounded Robin, but he didn't falter when she reached out for his arm and asked him to take her to him.
"I need to ask him."
The carriage ride bumped more than she liked.
Her side didn't explode with pain when the wheels went in and out of road ruts but it did ache consistently. Arriving at Locksley, she got out tenuously, testing her weight on her feet after the extended jostling. She thanked the boy who'd held open the gate to the carriage before she turned to walk down the pathway to the small courtyard between stables and the house.
Her name was called and she looked up to see Guy staring at her, face quite serious, yet lined with worry.
"I am quite well," Marian said, with a calmly informative tone, loud enough to be heard down the tunnel as she walked, making sure to totter just slightly.
She could walk better, even if the stairs leading to the bottom floor of her house still gave her some trouble. Step, shift weight. Step, shift weight. Try not to cringe or hit the wall through the entire thing. Her father met her at the bottom of the stairs, looking concerned for her being out of bed; taking one of her arms and placing a hand on her back he helped her.
Marian wished she could tell him of Milliways, of the days she'd gotten to spend recuperating, drinking tea and sleeping.
Instead she just gave him what would approximate a faltering smile that said she didn't need help and she focused on hobbling, more show than truly inability. He gave her soup, while they discussed his and his allies plan to protect the king. She couldn't help playing devils advocate. The idea of him being hurt, or worse, was too easily connected. But she couldn't disagree, or argue, when he said he'd waited too long. It was more confusing when he said Robin wouldn't help.
That he wanted to stop her wedding.
They both agreed he could not, even if Marian did not look up at her father when she said it.
It was confusing and compelling, but it was not the one that confused nor compelled her the most in this moment. Her father faltered when she asked him if he believed Gisborne had gone to the Holy Land, had wanted to kill the King and wounded Robin, but he didn't falter when she reached out for his arm and asked him to take her to him.
"I need to ask him."
The carriage ride bumped more than she liked.
Her side didn't explode with pain when the wheels went in and out of road ruts but it did ache consistently. Arriving at Locksley, she got out tenuously, testing her weight on her feet after the extended jostling. She thanked the boy who'd held open the gate to the carriage before she turned to walk down the pathway to the small courtyard between stables and the house.
Her name was called and she looked up to see Guy staring at her, face quite serious, yet lined with worry.
"I am quite well," Marian said, with a calmly informative tone, loud enough to be heard down the tunnel as she walked, making sure to totter just slightly.
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Date: 2008-02-24 08:16 pm (UTC)Her hand tightened on her cloak and her face remained clear.
"I believe you."
And anything else that would allow her to go back home. Now.
She smiled, feeling his hand relax, and slipped from him, walking out the door calmly. Once she passed out of the doorway her steps quickened.
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Date: 2008-02-24 08:39 pm (UTC)Suddenly realising he had not had to reveal his treachery in the Holy Land to her, his legs felt weak and his heart pounded - loud enough surely for her to hear as she left?
He collapsed into a chair, relieved to have endured this test, to have maintained their tenuous situation for a while longer.
Now? He only had to make it through the wedding before they would be man and wife.
Guy hoped that Marian did not return to question him further. He doubted that he would survive it.