Millitimed to about a day before Episode 1x09, locked to <lj site="livejournal.com" user="landlesslo

[queenofmay]

[Once upon a time Guy of Gisborne asked Marian to show him the lands surrounding Milliways. Sometime later, betwixt time leaps, through fault of depression, tenderness, lack of sleep or perhaps the strange concoction Bar made, Marian reminded him of that request.]

Marian had spent the last hour readying her horse, grateful that Caspian wasn't around that hour, and troubled at least firstly by the empty placard next to her stall reminding her that the horse, that she still thought of as her father's, still had no name except 'beautiful'.

She'd walked the grand beautiful lummox out to the field, all set up and was waiting for Sir Guy to magically appear so that they could go riding off alone. Between the two of them, she was the only one looking spooked as the horse just continued to eat the grass at her feet. Holding the reigns she waited quietly, not fidgeting with her dress and trying to ignore how so little a pretty ring could feel like so large a weight on her finger.

And, perhaps, just a little confused from their last interaction gone well.

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[queenofmay]

It should have been heavier on her hand with that knowledge than it had ever been hanging on the chain before she could convince herself to wear it. But it wasn't, which also confused her, and she found herself looking down at her hands, holding the reigns, at the ring while he spoke.

Guy might have missed what he said, but she did not. Her stomach feeling like it had turned sideways. He was being earnest and, with no better modifier for it, if strange, sweet.

And she was so false. Because she wasn't going to marry him and she didn't love him. Right? That was the plan?

It jangled sharply inside. She almost felt sick, but she did her best to keep her head high, as she said kindly, "I'll take kind care of it then."

[landlesslord]

Despite the kindness in Marian's voice, her response earns a quick, slightly bewildered look. "I did not think you could do otherwise."


Guy took a moment to look about him, at the trees, the grass, the sky, Marian.

"If I did not know better, I would say we were near Nottingham."

[queenofmay]

Marian did not always take kind care of things, clothing and jewelry combined in that. She was hardly kind in care to much other than her embroidery or weapons.

She was glad for his second comment, so she didn't have to expand on her own habits.

"Indeed." She said, a little joy creeping into her tone. "It is part of why, when I first arrived and was bound, I spent much time riding and walking in the forest."

[landlesslord]

Guy also was glad for his second comment and its welcoming lead away from baring his soul into the safe, familiar territory of small talk.

"It is a marvel to find nature thriving here at the end of all things." The warm glow in Marian's voice makes the beauty of the woods, grass and sky all the more infectious.

"I should not have remained inside the Bar for all the time that I was bound here."

[queenofmay]

"It's lovely there, but at times I find it stuffy," she made a movement with her hand, and turned them so they were going between two large hills rising before them now.

"The crowds and chaos sometimes get to me, compared to the silence and spaced out villages back home. Out here you can just breathe more."

That sounded silly.

And once that thought passed, she was startled to find herself investing her own personally true thoughts in Guy of Gisborne of all people. Even if he did put his mother ring on her.

[landlesslord]

"I can understand that. It seems less like a gaol out here than it does inside, when you are trapped here." Though it was hope that had kept him inside before, when he was Bound. "And it seems at times that the populations of several villages are residing there."

"It is more peaceful out here."

The idea that so many people could 'get to' Marian near-astonished Guy. She was always so composed and serene on the surface.

[queenofmay]

And the so many things that got to her guy might never know, as she appeared serene even now with a thorn under her skin partially on her ride.

"It will never be home though," Marian said softly. "This could never replace Sherwood, or Nottingham."

She added the last two words hastily, not sure she wanted him to feel the full brunt of how truly she did love the forest back home. She really owed him no roads into her heart or her loves.

"But it is a nice place to visit through," she said nodding her head, so the horses turned right after the hills parted around them.

"We're almost to the stream."

[landlesslord]

"No." He looked at her and then at the world around them thoughtfully. "The air here tastes different, the light isn't the same."

And of course, her father was not here too.


"That is it." Half-smiling, he agreed. "A place to take a break from the duties and worries of home."

[queenofmay]

Marian felt skeptical of his worries comment, though she did hazard a small glance in his direction because of it.

Guy hardly seemed so worried about the pressures at home.....he was usually the one making the pressure on a problem.

"Here we are," she said with some triumph, distracting herself for the image of Guy being more human than he let on to.

The larger hills had parted on a bank of trees which clung together, swaying in the wind, and through them, hallowed in the glint of sunshine was the burbling stream she'd been talking about.

[landlesslord]

Guy halted and sat quietly for a moment, enjoying in the view, the whisper of the wind through the trees and the rush of the water.

The weight of his cares felt even less in this place than it did when he normally found himself forced to take a break from daily life in Nottingham.

[queenofmay]

Marian did truly feel an affinity for this land, though it would never be her true heart land, but she at the moment she was staring more furtive glances at Guy staring at it than truly taking it in herself.

He seemed at ease and to truly enjoy the site before him, which made her stomach do little confusing somersaults. And it seemed the only honest thing to comment on for the moment, so she looked outward toward it; keeping her voice soft.

"I'm glad you like it."

[landlesslord]

Guy turned to look at Marian. There was always something distant about her and he wondered if that would pass with time and with marriage.

"I'm glad you brought me here."