Episode 1x12 "The Return of the King" [Continued]

[queenofmay]

Marian confided the whole tale in her father, though it did little good. They discussed the impossible wishes and wants for escape in glances which needed no words. He spoke about the king in a hushed tone, even though she didn’t' respond except to contemplate her cup of water.

She missed a few rambling moments until he mentioned her mother's veil in a half sentence she'd ended simply by jumping out of her chair, causing it to rattle loudly against the floor, and striding toward the front door, stopping only to pick up her sword.

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[outlaw-bold.livejournal.com]

More difficult? How could it possibly be more difficult? She is giving up, and she claims he is making things worse? Frustration raises his voice so that he cannot even hear the note of desperation, the plea in his words.

"But you do not love him!"

There. It's there. Of anything he can be certain of, it's that Marian does not want to marry Gisborne, that she does not love the Sherriff's wolfhound--no matter what Gisborne might have insinuated.

He clings to that thought, to that trust in her, tossing aside earlier jealousies brought on by Gisborne's cruel words. She does not love him, she cannot. She must wish to escape this marriage, reason and honor and safety aside. He will not watch her marry a man she does not love.

[queenofmay]

Marian couldn't disagreement with the vehemence that roared in agreement inside of her. She did not love him, but just as quickly came the sickening lurch of being stuck with that.

Loveless. Lying. Alone. Forever.

And that giddy face surfaced, sickening and bright.

"He has qualities!"

[outlaw-bold.livejournal.com]

He stands with hands open, the post between them, a physical reminder of the wall that had been built ever since he first left for the Holy Land, and stares at her.

Qualities? Gisborne? It's impossible, unthinkable. Something within him begins to sink, followed by a hazy memory of Gisborne's battered face, smug as he spoke of Marian.

She is stirred by me.

"What qualities?"

[queenofmay]

"I believe his feelings for me are genuine."

She struggled through that statement and the truth she felt herself feel through that.

(You challenge me. I want to be more, better than what I am for you.)

He did feel for her. Honestly. In way she couldn't even understand. In ways she could never speak to Robin openly about.

So she looked away at the post, adding on the things he'd said that morning, even though she wasn't positive where she agreed or didn't any more. "He has wealth and security."

[outlaw-bold.livejournal.com]

Each word is like an arrow to his heart, and he reacts with sudden, despairing anger, dredging up more excuses, more reasons, anything to stir the desolation in her eyes, anything to ignite a reaction.

He cannot see this resignation; it is too much as though Marian has changed her mind, that she really does not despair of marrying Gisborne, that she has accepted this lot without further struggle.

He hasn't given up. He won't. Marriage cannot be undone, and Marian will die if she is linked to Gisborne in a lifetime of misery and deceit.

"What wealth? You're supposed to be the Nightwatchman! You should steal from Gisborne and give to the poor, not acquire wealth yourself!" Will she not remember herself? They fought together, side by side, and now she is leaving without so much as a quarrel: for wealth, for security.

Somewhere along the way, his voice rose into a shout; now he could not quiet it even if Gisborne and his whole guard were to ride in at this moment.

[queenofmay]

Her hand kept raising and going back to the pole, as she kept trying to pull away and found herself unable, found her throat closed and her head filled with too many words.

"Do not tell me what I should be doing, please."

They were so close.

And yet there were years and bars and weddings and kings between them. And she just wanted to scream, her eyes burning.

[outlaw-bold.livejournal.com]

She is so close that he can feel her breath on his face. His eyes lock on hers, and see that she is sorrowful and frightened, but determined, and his brow furrows in desperation.

From somewhere far away, he hears his name being called, but it's of no importance--nothing is, save Marian and the way she is looking at him now in the purple light of evening: pale and strong and beautiful. it calms his voice when nothing else would, and now he speaks low and intent; words for Marian alone.

"Look at me."

Her eyes flicker, but his voice is gentle and firm. "Look at me!"

She looks, and for a moment he is caught by her. The gray-blue of her eyes quells his own fierceness, and when he speaks again, it is a renewed promise. "I will deal with this."

[queenofmay]

Marian fled into the house, past her father, as the fight against her tearing eyes was failing; fled away from Robin with his emotional outbursts--fueled by faith, by determination, by things she couldn't dare name no less think without the world splitting apart entirely--and his continuation of unfounded promises she wanted to hold tighter than the air in her chest.

She couldn't stand still or sit, running her hands over chairs, his words shouting in her head, her skin feeling suddenly too tight. Hoping for something she couldn't name she looked up to her father, only to have him start into a diatribe on needing to leave to Merton because the King was endanger.

Not forgotten that his daughter was in danger, was to be married to the lap dog of the Vasey, a man who would be Vasey's lap dog even once he was de-throwned. Not forgotten....just not as important as The King.

Gentle toward his intentions, she looked to the table, moved both that something had gotten her father active once more and brought to a deep empty feeling that it wasn't her.

"A man must protect his king. A man must fight for his king."

"If I could protect you and the king I would."

"I know."

....because the king would ever come first before her life. How could she think five years might have changed that? His leaving had ruined her life once. How could his return have the assumption of being any different now?

And so she said the words she needed to say to assuage his guilt as she felt her foundation become colder. Perhaps she said the words for herself as well, even as what she saw most was Robin's face, angry and screaming at her, in the dim of the dusk.

I am marrying a man I do not love. There are worse things in Heaven and Earth.

And that was when the idea hit her, which the echo of Robin's words. She would give up the Nightwatchman, extract a gift and sacrifice of him, as well.