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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...
Re: But... but...
"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..."
Re: But... but...
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."
Re: But... but...
"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.
1/2 Are you for realz!?
2/2
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!"