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Who: Guy of Gisborne, Lady Marian
What: Waking up after Slenderman.
When: March 7th, morning (backdated)
Where: The Clinic
Rating: R

Guy awoke with a start.

He gasped, his eyes shooting wide open as he peered around the clinic, looking for any sign of danger. Instead of being filled with strange, spindly shadows, however, the room was bright and speckled with sunlight. It was peaceful there, and eerily quiet - as if nothing strange or evil had ever been in there before. It was a bit unnerving to Guy, and a sudden shiver shot down his spine as the truth finally dawned on him.

"I must be dead." He said, grimly.

Still, there was a certain oddity to his supposed "death" - after all, the clinic was devoid of fire and brimstone, and there was certainly no horned man in red pajamas there, poking him in the arse with a pitchfork. Guy began to wonder if all the good he'd done in the past few months - not to mention that whole "sacrificing oneself for the greater good" thing - hadn't counted for something. "Perhaps," he gasped, almost afraid to say the words, for fear of jinxing it. "I've actually made it to heaven?"

Feeling a sudden blast of hot breath on his bare shoulder, Guy gasped, his lip wibbling furiously as he began to wonder if he hadn't spoke too soon about the whole "not going to hell" thing. He turned his head over to find a woman cuddled next to him, her arm slung across his bare chest. Guy stared at her in horror, realizing he'd never seen her before in his life.

"Oh god, not again." He muttered, remembering the last time he'd woken up next to a strange woman. That had not ended well - not at all. Guy sighed, rubbing his throat absentmindedly and staring at the young woman in front of him. She was quite pretty, even with the thin trail of drool that ran down the corner of her mouth and the occasional snort she made. Her hair was curly and brown, and she wore a white hospital gown that left very little to the imagination. He studied her body carefully, noting every wonderful curve and crevice until he finally came to her quite wonderful bottom. The gown had gotten pushed up a bit, leaving nothing but her underwear showing (Guy smiled - he was starting to like these skimpy, modern britches very, very much.) He grinned happily, his mouth gaping open and feeling quite naughty as he gazed at her wonderful bum. It was then, however, that he caught sight of his hand, which had begun to turn blue from the loss of circulation, holding onto one of her cheeks tightly. His eyes grew wide, and he blushed.

"I...I...I shouldn't do that...well, at least until I get to know her properly, that is." He muttered quietly, carefully tugging his arm out from under the sleeping woman. She moaned quietly from the movement, and Guy gasped. He might not recognize her, but he knew her voice anywhere.

"Marian?!" Guy said, his mouth dropping open from shock, listening to her moan once more. He looked at her, his eyes tearing up from happiness as he smiled at her sweetly.

"This is definitely heaven." He whispered, still grinning as he cuddled up next to her warm body. Within moments, he had nodded off once again...

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Marian stirred, wondering why the front of her was hot as a baking oven while her back - and bottom - was cold as ice. The fact that she could feel the naked skin of another person under her hand, a person breathing deep breaths and occasionally growling in a familiar manner, made her hot and cold for a very different reason. They had snuggled quite close during their sleep, Guy and she. Marian was firmly encircled by his arm and flushed against his chest. She remembered that chest, remembered how she had nearly drooled openly when seeing his gorgeous, naked torso once. She had also drooled a little on him now. When she shivered, he growled again and pulled her closer, firmly cupping one of the cheeks on her exposed bottom as if his hand had done it many times. Marian gasped.

Ohhh no. Oh nonononono! Was I supposed to die by his hand just to wake up from the death in his arms!?

Evidently. But she had to get up. Actually, she had to get out of bed for several reasons. It felt like she had slept for a week! It took a long while to sneak out of Guy's arms without waking him up, and she blamed her weakened state when she just gave up for a while and stared into his skin as he insisted on pulling her back into his embrace. But nature was calling, and one last tug and a dissapointed huff from Guy set her free.

Cue problem number two. How to move to that incredible bathroom thing? She saw Guy's red wheelchair standing next to the bed and managed to sit down in it without much trouble. She found out that it was very easy to use and she rolled herself into the bathroom. Having taken care of business, she realised she was desperate for a wash. Cue problem number three. That amazing indoor waterfall, how would she - suddenly, an obliging ghost was there to help her.

After the shower, Marian realised how invigorated she felt. Her wound had healed a great deal during her sleep and hadn't bled at all, but she was still too weak for walking. She rolled back to her bed in Guy's wheelchair, wearing a clean, white bathrobe and holding a big comb.

Guy was still lying in her bed, sound asleep. He had turned over and lay flat on his stomach, face turned to her. His mouth was slightly open, lips fuller than usual. He was hugging her pillow desperately. Hair fell down on his brow. It made him look like a little boy, but she saw that he had aged too. Not that he looked old, but there were a marked difference in his features, somehow. She saw the scars on his body, it made her feel a twitch in her own wound.

He was vulnerable and defenceless like that; an easy target if she had wanted revenge there and then. She stared at him, feeling more the need to... protect him? He had been frantic for a while when they had been forced to sleep, certain that they were doomed. Something evil had been upon them. But the evil had passed.

The evil has passed

She started to comb through the wet strands of her hair, still sitting in his wheelchair, while waiting for him to wake up.

"Yes...my love..." Guy muttered, talking in his sleep as he pulled Marian's pillow even closer to him. "Oh god, yes please... Marian."

A moment later, Guy had nudged the pillow underneath him, and began to hump it slowly, but surely. His eyes still closed, he grinned happily, and chuckled a bit as he continued to move his hips in and out of the pillow quickly.

"Ohhhhhhhhh..." He moaned, quickening his pace. Guy tried to push himself onto his knees, grasping the pillow tightly; however, his injuries has left him with poor balance, and he quickly toppled over, falling off the hospital bed with a loud THUMP!

"Ugh..." He groaned, suddenly awake as he lay sprawled out on the cold, clinic floor. Slowly, he caught sight of the pillow in his hand, and then noticed that certain bits of his anatomy were quite excited, nearly poking through those strange openings in his underwear and pajama bottoms. His eyes grew large, staring at himself as his crazy, sex-filled dream came flooding back to him. He quickly prayed to god no one had noticed; however, upon turning his to the side, he caught sight of a pair of feet on the other side of the hospital bed. He froze in terror, turning a violent shade of red all over as he forced himself to think of something absolutely horrible, hoping to calm his excited bits down.

"Naked Sheriff, Naked Sheriff... Oh, there we go..." He whispered, shuddering at the thought of his former employer in the nude. Thankfully, though, it seemed to work.

Guy sighed heavily, knowing he would have to face the other person eventually. Carefully, he pushed himself to his knees, grimacing from the sudden ache in his back as he held onto the side of the bed tightly. He gazed over the bed, staring at a young woman he had never seen before in his life, who was sitting in his wheelchair. He sighed again. Strange woman, sitting next to his bed, and in his wheelchair. It could only be one person.

"Marian?!" He gasped, his mouth falling open at the sight of her. "I was just... I was... er... How are you this morning?"

Edited 2011-03-16 22:08 (UTC)

Correct that. Evil is back.

Guy falling out of her bed and actually hurting himself after THAT was a welcome sight.

And just what you deserve, Guy, you pervert! Don't giggle, Marian. What ever you do, do not giggle!!

Forcing back a laughter made her voice quite stern. Good.

"Good morning, Guy. I assume."

((OOC: you naughty thing, you!! LOL!))

Edited 2011-03-16 22:20 (UTC)

Hearing her stern voice, Guy was fairly certain he was in trouble. Just when things were going so well, he whined to himself, I blow it once again.

Guy groaned, pushing himself up onto the bed, his pajama pants and underwear sliding down as he climbed, exposing his crack. Blushing again, he reached down and pulled them back up before maneuvering himself into a sitting position. He turned and smiled at her sheepishly, his face still quite red.

"I...I... I'm so sorry, er... you had to see that, Marian." He stammered, his lip wibbling furiously. "I fell asleep quite happy, and well, I guess I had a really nice dream that excited me and one thing led to another. You know how that goes. Wait, you do know how that goes, don't you? Oh god, I did not just ask you that, did I?"

Guy buried his head in his hands and sighed heavily, too embarrassed to move.

Hell. Definitely. He thought.

[ooc: You know me: I just couldn't help myself! ROFL! Nor could I help having him ask her about sexy alone time. *wink wink nod nod* Enjoy! LOL! ;) ]

Marian had to look away and roll her eyes repeatedly as Guy climbed up in bed again. Glancing his way, she saw his half-exposed bottom and immediately looked away again.

At least I'm not alone in exposing myself.

His rambles made her blush from anger and embarrassment. No, she did not know! She never did anything like that, and never thought of him during it anyway, not of his tall and muscular body with those taut, amazing thighs and large hands. Certainly almost never! Damn the man!

"I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about!" she said in a clipped tone. "Besides, if I do, I do it on my own, obviously!" What did she have to say that for?

She reached behind her and grabbed his pyjamas jacket.

"Black, of course," she muttered and added in a normal voice when she threw it over to Guy: "Dress yourself, please." The pyjamas jacket landed in his lap and she really shouldn't look that way.

At least he had the decency to be embarrassed. Not as some, who would have infuriated her completely with a cocky grin and -

"Really, Guy!" she exclaimed angrily, "You're worse than Robin sometimes!" she blurted out.

Uh-oh... Me and my big mouth!

"Besides, if I do, I do it on my own, obviously!"

Guy mulled her words over in his head, his brain slowly beginning to derail as he realized she kinda, sorta but not really admitted to having sexy alone time. He knew that women in general were capable of such things - Kate, for example, had been like a wild, horny rabbit every time he and the rest had left the outlaw's camp (only to hide and gawk at her from above.) But Marian? That was new...and yet interesting...

Thankfully, Marian had tossed his pajama shirt onto his lap, giving him just enough time to think of the Sheriff naked before he ended up exposing himself again. He sighed heavily. God, calm down, Guy. He told himself furiously, his cheeks flushing red. Once he was relaxed, Guy quickly threw on the black, short-sleeved pajama shirt and began to button it up the front, still unable to look up at her... at least until she said the magic words: worse than Robin.

Guy scoffed, staring her in the eyes. "Worse than Robin?!" He repeated. "What is that supposed to mean?! At least I was embarrassed! And...And I apologized!"

He pointed his finger at her sternly.

"Had I been Robin... I would've pulled off my pants and let everything hang out like the cocky bastard I...er...he is. I certainly wouldn't have been forcing myself to think of what the Sheriff looks like naked to calm myself down and oh my God I really need to shut up now..."

Guy buried his face in his hands once again.

"Maybe we should just go back to bed and start this day over..." He groaned.

Edited 2011-03-17 17:44 (UTC)

Marian was nearly biting her tongue after having said 'Robin', because for one thing: she hadn't given him a thought until now, and for another thing: would Guy strangle her? The last time she had thrown the name 'Robin' in his face, the end had been messy and she had aching stiches and scars on her body to show for it. But no, Guy seemed to be just as enraptured with his own needs as before.

Body parts. That's all this man or any man has on his mind. To puncture or combine. Body parts, body parts, body parts. God, I hate the lot of them!!

"I certainly won't stop you going back to bed and thinking about the sheriff naked, Guy," she said in an icy tone. "But before you do that, tell me this: is Robin here in Paradisa? And if not, where is he?"

He may babble all he likes, but he owes me that piece of information, at the very least.

"I should've known." He scoffed, shaking his head. "It was going too well, and despite all that has happened, I am still acting like the same fool I always was: thinking about you... dreaming about you... hoping and praying that perhaps there's a chance..."

Guy hung his head.

"You were always his... no matter what. I am wrong to think the things I do - to dream the things I do... And should Robin ever find his way to Paradisa - and believe me, I do hope that he does, as it is better than... well... I hope that the two of you will be truly happy together. I mean it, Marian."

Guy gazed at her longingly, forcing a smile as tears began to well up in his eyes. He turned his head to the side as one slid down his cheek. Guy wiped it quickly, hoping she did not notice. He then stared at the castle walls, and sighed heavily.

"I wish for a wheelchair." He began, his voice breaking slightly. "A shiny pink one with one of those squishy seats and maybe a picture of a cute animal on the back of the seat... um... what do they call them again? A panda? Yes, a panda on the back. That is what I wish for, Castle."

Moments later, Guy turned around to the opposite side of the bed and wheeled a shiny new wheelchair over to Marian with his hand.

"For you." He said, showing it to her. "May I have mine back now? I really need to get out of here..."

Who are you and what have you done with Guy of Gisborne? is Marian's baffled thought. She remembers that he said he had repented, grieved, changed side and fought on Robin's side, then died defending Nottingham while taking a blow aimed for Robin.

The noble side to Guy, that side she had seen, tried to work on, tried to coax out of him. But she had never managed it completely. Because of... yes, Robin. But was it Robin who came between her and Guy? Or was SHE the one coming between Guy and Robin?

Is Guy crying?

"Guy! I... I was not always Robin's, I... "

Don't look at me like that! she wants to scream; he's looking at her as if he hasn't eaten for a week and she's the only food there is, kept out of his reach.

And then he speaks of something called a wheelchair (ah, she's sitting in his) and he speaks strangely out into the room as if she wasn't there. A heartbeat later, another wheelchair appears out of thin air. Marian jumps in fright and drops her comb with a clatter.

"WHA - how-how didyoudothat???"

Everything is strange and confusing. This place, her survival, what it can do. She tries to accept it, since it's mostly good.

But Robin is lost to her, yet again. As always. Even that is familiar. The same old bitter medicine to swallow down.

And now, Guy hasn't only caved in to his good side, he has somehow turned into a wizard. All the confusion and frustration is suddenly too much. She starts bawling.

"Shhhh...it's alright." Guy said, calmly caressing her shoulder. He then sniffled, as a tiny tear escaped out of the corner of his eye and ran down his face.

"I love you, Marian, and have ever since the moment I first laid eyes on you. And I do think there is a part of you that is stirred by me; but is it as large as the part of you that loves Robin? I cannot say." Guy told her, choking back tears as he hung his head. "There is a saying I have learned since I have been in this strange castle: if you love someone, set them free. If they come back, they are yours. If they don't, they never were."

Guy took a deep breath, as he looked up and stared into her tear-filled eyes pleadingly.

"I set you free, Marian." He said, as he began to cry himself. "I hope that your heart will eventually lead you to the one you love the most... And regardless of who you choose, know that I will always be here for you, my love..."

There are paper handkerchiefs on Marian's bedside table. She grabs one and gives Guy another. There are several things she needs to ignore right now, for the sake of her sanity. Guy is nowadays a good man who has the same amount of love and desire for her as before. He's also a wizard who can't walk. She's just supposed to accept that. Perhaps this castle isn't so good, after all.

I think I liked it better when he slept. He looks so sweet when he sleeps.

Oh, surely, it would be so easy to go back to bed and forget all the problems. With him. To give in to the attraction and let him have his way with her. Didn't he think she'd thought of that? She had, several times in the castle, when the substance of Robin's words sounded hollow and her promise to marry him 'when the king returns' - the exact same promise she had given Guy once - proved to her how little eagerness she felt about marrying either man. That hadn't lessened the old bond between her and Robin - nor had it lessened her attraction for Guy. But attraction or not; giving in to it wouldn't solve the problem and she had hurt Guy so much. He had come a long way and deserved better.

True, Robin and her had exchanged marriage vows before her death. But she had also exchanged marriage vows with Guy just a day after he unknowingly had almost succeeded to kill her the first time. Now she was in Paradisa with Guy. What the hell was she supposed to think about that!? Marian was always rebellious.

I AM NOT MARRIED TO ANYONE! I AM FREE TO DO WHAT I WANT!

And free... Fine words from Guy, setting her free indeed. Well, she and Robin had set each other free many times. Too many, perhaps. His short times of presence these last years didn't make up for his extended amounts of absence. In the end, how much had she cared? Robin had been the only friend she'd ever had. Some friend. While setting her free, Guy also pledged to be there for her.

"Well... seems like Robin set me free too..." she sobbed and blew her nose. "And I him. Many times. I don't know, Guy. I just don't know. I wasn't asking about Robin because I wanted him here, I asked becuase I wanted to know. I'm not saying this to please you. What I said in the desert was... " A pause. She looks at him.

"While I've loved Robin all my life, I don't know if... No, I was never eager to marry him... Every time he left, I... Well, I hated being left behind and being overlooked. But love... I... I don't know..." She dries her tears again and goes on.

"You speak of love, Guy. I believe you. I see it in your eyes that you mean it. I have... never felt that sort of love, nor have I recieved it from Robin... I said what I did in Acre because... Because I could never choose between you and him. I wanted to stop you, to make you change side. I was furious that I couldn't persuade you and that you chose the sheriff over me."

Silence and pondering. "So I chose Robin over you. But as you can see, it didn't change anything. I'm still here with you, now."

Guy took the tissue from Marian and blew his nose loudly before wadding it up and tossing it in the trash basket underneath the table.

"You were never eager to marry me, either." He told her. "The first time, you punched, humilated and left me at the altar - and yes, I probably deserved that for lying to you. But, even when Prince John's shock troops were about to destroy Nottingham, and I vowed to die by your side, you were still undecided."

Guy sniffled some more, and grabbed another tissue from the bedside table. He wiped his eyes gently.

"What you said in the desert... the betrayal... it crushed me. It also proved that everything the Sheriff had been saying, all those times he'd warned me to keep my distance, had been true. Honestly, Marian: did you really expect me to change sides after you told me you never loved me?" Guy said, his eyes wet with tears as he forced a sad, sort of smile. He stared at her longingly, and then sighed. "Did it ever occur to you that perhaps you just do not wish to be married at all? Maybe that's why you are neither eager to marry him nor me? Maybe you just wish to be free..."

Guy smiled at her, sniffled again, and then looked up at the ceiling of the castle.

"Castle! I wish for a brown, leather mask - one fit for the Nightwatchman." Guy demanded, his hand outstretched. Moments later, a familiar mask appeared in his hand. He stared at it curiously, fingering the soft leather with his hand before handing the mask to its rightful owner.

"This is a different world, Marian. There are other options here, ones that do not force women to become wives or nuns..." He said, smiling at her sweetly.

...!!!

Marian sits there with the Nightwatchman mask in her hands. Is it an exact replica or the exact same as one of her masks back home? Who can tell? Her eyes are blurry with tears again. She makes an odd sort of noise, something strangled inside of her fights to break free. Looking up at Guy and wanting to express some sort of gratitude, she sees how there are still tears in his eyes too.

He seems to be able to ask for things from the castle. He had asked for swords and got them, even if they were useless as weapons (which was good). He asked for a wheelchair and her mask and got them. But that is really beside the point.

Freedom. Her freedom. He understands.

She is clenching the mask in her hand and gasping for air.

"Guy...!" is all she is able to say. Then she climbs up on the bed next to him and starts to wipe the tears from his cheeks, unable to stop herself. "I know I treated you wrong so many, many times! If I'd - "

...married you... she almost says and is shocked by her thought. But the cat is out of the bag.

"If I had married you that day... It would have been difficult for us both. But... maybe it had changed a lot of things. Changed us both... I can see that now. I... could have made that choice and accomplished so much more for everybody... Including you and me."

Her own tears are rolling again, but her hands are occupied with wiping his cheeks. Soon, his large hands return the gesture. Hands that are warm and easily cover her cheeks and jaw, thumbs brushing her gently while fingertips caress her neck, spreading his warmth within her.

"But either way," she continues, "I treated you wrong, Guy. I know I did. I see it now. My actions... led nowhere..." She is crying bitterly when saying this. It hurts to understand it.

"Forgive me, Guy... Forgive me, if you can... Please try to..." she sobs while staring into his stormy eyes. "I'll say no more lies. What I do from now on is whole-heartedly. I do it freely. If you want my forgiveness for what happened in the past, you have it. You deserve it! Yes, I want freedom. I do... But..."

Instinctively she wraps her arms around his neck. There is manipulation in her gesture, she realises it with a pang. But it makes her hug him even closer. She wants to. And...

"Don't leave me, Guy!"

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