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queenofmay) wrote2007-10-26 10:02 pm
queenofmay) wrote2007-10-26 10:02 pm
Episode 1x11 "Walking Dead Man" [Part 2]
The door returned, as always, and deposited her back in the Sheriff's hands.
She wandered part of the castle, trying to find a way to see John again, but she met with the same stone faces and refusals. Turning around, after hiding a key for the cuffs where she could tell Robin to look for it later, Guy surprised her and she'd had to evasively lie about the fact she was searching for her portmanteau and was quite nervously unsure of her things. He decided, of course, that it was time for compliments again about her being near.
Divesting herself of him, Marian headed to the room secured for her, where first she paced the room agitatedly and then commenced writing a letter first to her father. She was unlucky in the hope Guy might leave her be a while, because even if to him this was simply her being closer to her this was only the counting clock to when the Festival of Pain would begin the next morning. He'd arrived just as she was finishing her letter with another in tow carrying her things.
She'd meant to pay them no mind until her bag was sharply dropped. Her surprise caused her to gasp as she looked up into the shadowed guards helmet and saw the face of Robin. Even as Robin smirked at her, she had to lean out and calm Gisborne that she was fine, that her things were well and the guard had not done anything. Every ounce of keeping with her station, she raised her eyebrows and directed Robin where to put her things in the room (perhaps take some small pleasure in it).
"We should be spending more time together."
A short lived distraction, Gisborne did not leave when Robin did, but started talking before he'd walked out the door. Pressing on through her insinuations of being either busy or tired, he pressed for her attention, as though it were impossible for him to leave without seeking to tell her his thoughts. Even as Gisborne talked, Marian only caught belatedly next to Robin's shenanigans of hiding at the door. It reminded her entirely of him doing it when they were younger and she had classes. But Gisborne was president in having her attention, in bearing his heart once more.
"Without you, I no longer feel...quite whole."
Marian tried to shake him off, feeling equally unprepared to hear him and as if this were unfair, to all three of them, with Robin listening at the door, but he did not go. His countenance was stranger than his words. The words were sensible, especially of a man to the woman he was planning on marrying. She denied him, quietly, unable to move or tell if it was a deceit this time. But he pressed too far, snaking an arm around her waist, pulling her close, and almost kissing her--a faint moment her eyes founds his lips and almost (almost) considered it--before she pulled back and away.
He left unhappily, but not cruelly, seeming more disappointed than insulted.
That left her entirely as the door closed. She waited the pause of his walking away from her hall and opening the door, looked about for where Robin had gotten off to. But he was no there, and she'd given word to where she would be until dinner. Closing her door she returned, her thoughts half returning to the two of them, and absently things Tom had said, when Robin's voice came from behind her--
"Please don't send me away. We should be spending more time together."
--causing a wide smile to fall across her face. Behind the curtain she would not have thought, but how fitting and how like the comparison she'd made to their childhood already. Robin grinned in a cheeky fashion, but it was not long before their conversation turned serious. First about the Festival of Pain, which was the foremost thought, and yet, there was more. There was always more when they spoke.
"I never give up," he said, looking across the room away from where they sat. "On anyone."
"You may discover it is too late for some," Marian answered, quietly, before she went on talking more about the prisoners treatment in the dungeon.
About the bow-maker, who they both care for, especially in connection with John's family, and the set up for the coming day. Which in turn, became Robin being half-spiteful about Guy wanting to know her and receiving her chastisement, half because she was torn and half, because her relationship with Guy was what would provide all the information on the revenue wagon leaving with all the taxes the next day.
As simple as her words about the sheriff's assumption Robin did have a plan. He would be busy about the castle while she would detain the most notable eyes.
Marian bore Gisborne and the Sheriff, along with other noble fools had come in for the festival, whether out of excitement for the event or to maintain the veneer of loyalty by being present. She stayed gay when she could, holding her tongue when she was chastised or had to hear the Sherriff’s excited tones as he hinted about the coming glory of the morning or even more endure his passively aggressive presentations of her as the peasant's advocate before the others.
Especially, when the Sheriff mentioned she would sit at his right hand for The Festival of Pain.
She wandered part of the castle, trying to find a way to see John again, but she met with the same stone faces and refusals. Turning around, after hiding a key for the cuffs where she could tell Robin to look for it later, Guy surprised her and she'd had to evasively lie about the fact she was searching for her portmanteau and was quite nervously unsure of her things. He decided, of course, that it was time for compliments again about her being near.
Divesting herself of him, Marian headed to the room secured for her, where first she paced the room agitatedly and then commenced writing a letter first to her father. She was unlucky in the hope Guy might leave her be a while, because even if to him this was simply her being closer to her this was only the counting clock to when the Festival of Pain would begin the next morning. He'd arrived just as she was finishing her letter with another in tow carrying her things.
She'd meant to pay them no mind until her bag was sharply dropped. Her surprise caused her to gasp as she looked up into the shadowed guards helmet and saw the face of Robin. Even as Robin smirked at her, she had to lean out and calm Gisborne that she was fine, that her things were well and the guard had not done anything. Every ounce of keeping with her station, she raised her eyebrows and directed Robin where to put her things in the room (perhaps take some small pleasure in it).
"We should be spending more time together."
A short lived distraction, Gisborne did not leave when Robin did, but started talking before he'd walked out the door. Pressing on through her insinuations of being either busy or tired, he pressed for her attention, as though it were impossible for him to leave without seeking to tell her his thoughts. Even as Gisborne talked, Marian only caught belatedly next to Robin's shenanigans of hiding at the door. It reminded her entirely of him doing it when they were younger and she had classes. But Gisborne was president in having her attention, in bearing his heart once more.
"Without you, I no longer feel...quite whole."
Marian tried to shake him off, feeling equally unprepared to hear him and as if this were unfair, to all three of them, with Robin listening at the door, but he did not go. His countenance was stranger than his words. The words were sensible, especially of a man to the woman he was planning on marrying. She denied him, quietly, unable to move or tell if it was a deceit this time. But he pressed too far, snaking an arm around her waist, pulling her close, and almost kissing her--a faint moment her eyes founds his lips and almost (almost) considered it--before she pulled back and away.
He left unhappily, but not cruelly, seeming more disappointed than insulted.
That left her entirely as the door closed. She waited the pause of his walking away from her hall and opening the door, looked about for where Robin had gotten off to. But he was no there, and she'd given word to where she would be until dinner. Closing her door she returned, her thoughts half returning to the two of them, and absently things Tom had said, when Robin's voice came from behind her--
"Please don't send me away. We should be spending more time together."
--causing a wide smile to fall across her face. Behind the curtain she would not have thought, but how fitting and how like the comparison she'd made to their childhood already. Robin grinned in a cheeky fashion, but it was not long before their conversation turned serious. First about the Festival of Pain, which was the foremost thought, and yet, there was more. There was always more when they spoke.
"I never give up," he said, looking across the room away from where they sat. "On anyone."
"You may discover it is too late for some," Marian answered, quietly, before she went on talking more about the prisoners treatment in the dungeon.
About the bow-maker, who they both care for, especially in connection with John's family, and the set up for the coming day. Which in turn, became Robin being half-spiteful about Guy wanting to know her and receiving her chastisement, half because she was torn and half, because her relationship with Guy was what would provide all the information on the revenue wagon leaving with all the taxes the next day.
As simple as her words about the sheriff's assumption Robin did have a plan. He would be busy about the castle while she would detain the most notable eyes.
Marian bore Gisborne and the Sheriff, along with other noble fools had come in for the festival, whether out of excitement for the event or to maintain the veneer of loyalty by being present. She stayed gay when she could, holding her tongue when she was chastised or had to hear the Sherriff’s excited tones as he hinted about the coming glory of the morning or even more endure his passively aggressive presentations of her as the peasant's advocate before the others.
Especially, when the Sheriff mentioned she would sit at his right hand for The Festival of Pain.