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queenofmay) wrote2008-05-25 02:35 pm
queenofmay) wrote2008-05-25 02:35 pm
Episode 2x01 "Sisterhood"
After a long night of waiting Marian and her fathered were summoned before the Sherriff.
When they were lead in by the guards he was playing with a bird cage full of birds, looking away from them. But he started as neither of them was speaking. It'd even been a few hours since they'd spoken to each other more than a handful of words. How to handle the loss of their house and everything else, anything that meant anything.
"Ah, the sanctimonious old fart." He looked over finally, smile cruelly curling. "And her father."
He walked toward them, chuckling under his breath. "I gather you've been careless with your wood fire."
"You know full well that is not the case," Marian snapped.
He was unruffled, but sat on the middle area of a perch where he hawk rested. "Tell me, who's side are you on: mine or King Richards? The real world or the old world?"
There was pause, where Marian simply glowered at the manipulation, before her father replied, "Yours."
The sheriff laughed picking up a skull on the same seated area. While speaking he pulled a tooth loose from it. "Come alone. We both know that’s not true. Don't we?"
"I believe in justice." Her father started, and she saw the anger fill the sheriff's face even as she felt a surge of pride at his words. "I believe in the rights of the free man."
"Who cares what you believe in? Hmm?" The Sherriff asked, crossing his personal space and standing right before him, nearly face to face. "I have a plan and I will not tolerate dissent." He emphasized it by shoving the tooth into the preexisting gap in his upper row of teeth. He gave a dismissive laugh, stepping back from them. "So. You are under house arrest. Here. In the castle. Until I can find some use for you."
What was left of Marian feeling, seized cold. "My lord Sherriff, I must protest--"
"You must!" He seethed, turning back to her in the doorway.
But Marian rolled on. If she could just-- "My father is unwell. He must be allowed t--"
"One more word out of you, missy," The Sherriff broke in. "And your father will never be unwell again!"
He turned away from them at the same moment Gisborne arrived. They spoke about another person arriving as Marian had moved her gaze to Guy. She had to bite back the bile that filled her as unbidden the images of him setting fire to the draperies and the house came flooding through her mind. To be set aside. To be shoved aside. To be locked away.
For any moment but this one.
"Guy!" She called out, the desperation in her thoughts far more important than her pride or feelings.
When they were lead in by the guards he was playing with a bird cage full of birds, looking away from them. But he started as neither of them was speaking. It'd even been a few hours since they'd spoken to each other more than a handful of words. How to handle the loss of their house and everything else, anything that meant anything.
"Ah, the sanctimonious old fart." He looked over finally, smile cruelly curling. "And her father."
He walked toward them, chuckling under his breath. "I gather you've been careless with your wood fire."
"You know full well that is not the case," Marian snapped.
He was unruffled, but sat on the middle area of a perch where he hawk rested. "Tell me, who's side are you on: mine or King Richards? The real world or the old world?"
There was pause, where Marian simply glowered at the manipulation, before her father replied, "Yours."
The sheriff laughed picking up a skull on the same seated area. While speaking he pulled a tooth loose from it. "Come alone. We both know that’s not true. Don't we?"
"I believe in justice." Her father started, and she saw the anger fill the sheriff's face even as she felt a surge of pride at his words. "I believe in the rights of the free man."
"Who cares what you believe in? Hmm?" The Sherriff asked, crossing his personal space and standing right before him, nearly face to face. "I have a plan and I will not tolerate dissent." He emphasized it by shoving the tooth into the preexisting gap in his upper row of teeth. He gave a dismissive laugh, stepping back from them. "So. You are under house arrest. Here. In the castle. Until I can find some use for you."
What was left of Marian feeling, seized cold. "My lord Sherriff, I must protest--"
"You must!" He seethed, turning back to her in the doorway.
But Marian rolled on. If she could just-- "My father is unwell. He must be allowed t--"
"One more word out of you, missy," The Sherriff broke in. "And your father will never be unwell again!"
He turned away from them at the same moment Gisborne arrived. They spoke about another person arriving as Marian had moved her gaze to Guy. She had to bite back the bile that filled her as unbidden the images of him setting fire to the draperies and the house came flooding through her mind. To be set aside. To be shoved aside. To be locked away.
For any moment but this one.
"Guy!" She called out, the desperation in her thoughts far more important than her pride or feelings.
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It had been working, for the most part.
"Guy!"
Without thought, he had halted as her called reached his ears.
Half-cursing his own reaction, half-seething at her presumption, he turned to face her slowly.
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(Nor the fact this was the first time she'd seen his since the day.)
"Please," she said, repeating that word he forced only hours earlier. There was truer emotion behind it this time even if it was grasping.
"This is no place for an old man."
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"You think you can humiliate a man at the altar?"
Looking at her now, how could he have ever thought that she would love him?
"A man like me?" Guy almost faltered.
She had thought that. He could see it written across her face. She had thought that he was nothing.
The slow-burning anger replaced any hurt that might have crept into his heart in her presence.
"And get away with it?" Guy glanced to the old man - a man who had to be defended by his daughter. "You're wrong."
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She didn't feel shame or regret. (She'd made the right choice.) But there was at least a wave of humility in the face of his anger.
It wouldn't do to have both Guy and the Sheriff enraged if she had to think of a way out of this situation.
Even if she hadn't an idea how yet.