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[queenofmay]

Marian scrambled out her door the moment she saw it, all grace lost with her plunge into the sea and barely regained with the lead from Will, hoping without any realistic expectation to out run the weight which crushed the inside of her being.

Hating him, as much as you could while utterly rejoicing you'd watched a love one achieve their final and best dream, that it was still there on the other side of the door. Everything was still there. The feel of the ocean on her skin and hugging him and of being sure this could not, would not be the end.

And the fact those things did not change grief.

Nor did it change the sea soaked gown and her father dictating, as she deftly avoided looking him in the eye for fear he'd see how stricken she'd been, to her about the tenant she needed to see.

She agreed, hastily and perhaps even part-rudely, grabbing the thick white cloak and thinking only one thing as she dashed out the door and into the attached stable.

Escape.

Lineave, going as fast as they could from the moment she was prepped and Marian was astride, took her in the direction, opposite of the tenant, toward Sherwood.

Her bower. Her safety net. Her endless home.

Her, first and last and best, Sanctuary.

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[queenofmay]

Silence was always pregnant with the next explosion in this world. Perhaps it was why quiet things made them all shy. Even the good ones.

Looking up into his face, as her hand reached out to stroke Lineave lightly, she nodded. "If anything happens you'll know. It might be a week or two. There's an emissary coming to Nottingham Castle soon, which will keep him busy and away from the people with peripheral plans."

Really that sounded as dull as she said it. He got guests often enough. This one wouldn't be all that different. Just another reason for a hunt or a dance or a long dinner which drug on as someone gave speeches.

[outlaw-bold.livejournal.com]

"It sounds as though you might have a party invitation soon." He smiles as he says it, though, reassured by her words and byt the knowledge that Marian would know, if any would, whether the Sheriff were up to something.

Just like that, her emotions and thoughts and worries are shunted aside, placed away for her to deal with later, and he is filled with admiration for her strength of mind, for her will.

"You ought to go and see that tenant."

[queenofmay]

Duty felt like a chain. But there really wasn't a place to run now. Robin was in Sherwood. Her father was in the house. And Milliways would feel empty. It was all there was if there wasn't somewhere for her to let it go.

Boosting herself up on her horse, she looked at him in a recondite fashion, ending her words with the smallest smile.

"My luck they'll be complaining about thieves in the woods."

[outlaw-bold.livejournal.com]

"You have to be careful," he says, seriously, holding on to the mare's bridle, and then his cocky smiles shines brilliantly up at her.

"I've heard stories about those thieves. Real bandits, by the sound of them.


"Marian..."

He searches her face, and what he sees there makes his eyes drop momentarily before he meets hers once again. "I'm sorry about your friend."

[queenofmay]

She looked down at here hands at the mention of Caspian before she looked back.

Robin was brilliant, green eyes like summer even in the shade of the trees, careless hair, and that smile, laughingly concerned, which had turned her knees to nothing for so much of her childhood.

She wasn't a child, not by a long shot now, and she still couldn't think he was anything less than brilliant. Maybe even more so here.

Picking up her reigns, she nodded before flicking them. Then she looked back, with the strangest bit of smile curling her lips.

"He would have liked you."

Maybe she said it for him. Maybe she said it for herself.

And maybe, just maybe, it was completely true.