Sherwood Shenanigans, Part III of III

[queenofmay]

It takes all her will power not to run. Every faintly quickened, but not running, step toward her room. Which she knows anyone she passes will take as her running away from the Sheriff's hands. When it is far more directed in running to.

To the door of her room, which she locked without slamming. To the pile of clothes hidden under her mattress, the candles not even lit. To her Night Watchman costume, which goes on, as the dress gets thrown on the bed. It could be dealt with later. Coiling her hair quickly, as her mask dangled from a strap between her pressed lips. Her hair might end up far more knotted, but that could be dealt with later, too.


Then Marian was back at her door, beginning to push the mask up past her chin, as she looked down the dark hallway to the left.

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[queenofmay]

He already has one of her horses. He'll have escaped and have fled with three -- Except even as she's trying, her brain trying to jump hoops, plans, fall out, all her head is doing is nodding. Very quickly, with a breath in between her teeth at the concept.


She wouldn't be here. She wouldn't be in the castle. She wouldn't be nearby. Wouldn't be with her. But she'd be safe. She'd be with Caspian. And Kate. In Milliways.

[the_seafarer]

His smile widens, boyish and flashing white in the darkness of the two stables, and he tips his head towards the direction they'd gone before.

"Go on, then."

The door can't close with him standing in the middle of it, and all of sudden, there's time (though not much), and safety, and the relief is nearly overwhelming.

[queenofmay]

Marian looks at him briefly, a queasy combination of gratitude and guilt framing the the blue-grey of her eyes, before she takes off down the hallway. For how, completely out, fast she's going, how much like that first mad dash it is, it's amazing how completely quiet each of her steps is.






She'll return a few minutes later. No tack, no saddle, that part isn't important. She can get those later. Pieces not from this terrible place. Nothing taken with her. Lineave, with Marian's hand barely more than laid against her neck, actually following rather well at her side without lead, after endless years of habit with one.

If, by then, she caught on to the thought that she won't see Robin, again, for the second time today after expecting it, she's used to something always hurting, quietly, somewhere in her. She simply gave Caspian a small, rough, smile. "Thank you."

[the_seafarer]

He shakes his head. "I owe you thanks, Marian. Not the other way around."

She should not be forced to leave Lineave here, while he and Kiseki and the stallion return to safety.

He takes the steps, now -- the necessary ones to bring himself and the two horses across the threshold, breathing in deep the familiar scents of the stable.

The horses he ties to iron loops in the wall, before turning to Marian.

"Will you stay? Or return, for now?"

[queenofmay]

Marian can't think at all what he should owe her thanks for. After getting him trapped in her world, knocked out by a guard, jailed, aware she hadn't been entirely honest with him about, a lot of things at this point. But she doesn't say those words, since simply watches.

"I can't, after this morning." She would be paying for those few sunlit hours for days. If it is either her or her father, it will be her. She'll see to it. Make herself indispensably noticeable, so there isn't an option.

Which is why she stops just short of the line.

She won't let Milliways close behind her either.

Her gaze shifted to the fingers in the white hair they lay against, rubbing briefly, before over to Caspian returning from the other two horses. "She won't run. Just set her up for me, until I find another Door? And tell Kate, if you see her first?"

[the_seafarer]

He nods. There's nothing else to expect, no matter how his heart might ache at the thought of her remaining here, with all this pain and uncertainty, caught like a bird in a cage.

"I'll take care of her," he promises, and reaches to the white mare, who steps placidly along, into the her new home.

The eyes he turns on Marian might be solemn, but he finds a smile, as encouraging as he can make it.

"We'll look for you. And, Marian -- be careful."

[queenofmay]

Marian reached up the hand that had been on Lineave, to the bottom of the silk she'll have to pull back up shortly, curled her fingers against the silk. Not toying with it, only holding it. Soon she'll have to head back across the dark castle, to her dark room, to whatever short sleep there was to be had before the search would be called for or Vasiey sends for her.

She offered him a smile, tired and a little short of serious, rather than any other number of reactions that were considered, collected and rejected in the barest pause. "I'll be fine. You'll see me soon enough."

She hopes, for both their sake, it isn't a lie.

He's safe. That's the most important part.

[the_seafarer]

There's nothing left to do or say, but he lingers a moment, trying to read her expression, wondering what it is the new day will bring her, whether she'll be all right.

Her smile is small, but there, and it tugs an answering one from him, a faint flicker of lips into a one-sided curve before his face turns serious again.

"Aye. I hope so."

Lineave nudges at his arm, asking for attention, and he half-turns to her, but his eyes remain on the figure on the other side of the door until she closes it between them.

When he pulls it open again, there's nothing but night sky and the stars he's grown familiar with, and the breath he lets out is soft but deep.

"Come on, then," he says, turning to the newest arrival. "Let's find you a home."

[queenofmay]

She does, have to close it, closes it. Giving herself only the leave of a few seconds to lean her shoulder against the door, as the stalls are suddenly quieter. When it is suddenly only her. No Caspian. None of the three horses. No Robin.

There are only horses shifting and shaking their tails in lazy circles, and Nottingham Castle. She doesn't try the door, even if she looks toward it. If only letting her self get as far as her shoulder, before she stops indulging the urge.

He's safe. They are all safe. It is the most she can ask for.

Marian shook her head, tugging the silk back up, over her mouth and her ears, reaching back behind her head to tighten it, before pulling the cloak hood back up over her hair, as well. Giving a last look toward the horses, and making a note to come back here tomorrow night. To see if Sorely is here, as well, and consider other plans that might open up.

Then she's only a shadow, making her way back through the stables and across the darkened hallways and stairs of her once childhood home.