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paradisalost2011-03-16 03:53 pm
guyofgisborne) wrote in paradisalost2011-03-16 03:53 pm
Entry tags:
Awakenings
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...
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...