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paradisalost2011-05-29 11:23 am
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In the castle, why the castle?
It's not even dawn when Marian stirs. She has slept deeply for a few hours; strange, since they went to sleep so late and knew they had to set off early, strange that she could sleep so well when there was such worry and stress, such an instinct to flee - flee and never return.
They had run off and Marian felt quite certain that someone must have seen them, wondered. Three horses, two grown ups, two babies and a lot of packing? There had to be questions. But they had gotten away easily. And they had been riding for hours, passing the mountains and stearing clear of known dangers along the way. The babies had demanded short breaks for food and change, then accepted the situation, strapped to their parents' backs. In the evening, they had found a place to make camp, eat and making plans to leave early. They went to sleep, tired, focused and cuddling the babies with a sense of contentment and relief.
It was definitely time to rise and move on. Marian opened her eyes.
She was in the castle. In her room. Alone.
She bolted out of bed. Her room was stripped of everything related to babies and Guy. For some minutes, she ran around like a startled animal, frantically looking everywhere. Nothing. Not a sign. They we gone, all gone.
She sank to the floor, shaking. She was forcing herself to breathe short breaths, panting, close to hyperventilating. They sounded like short 'no-no-no-no'. Her dog Wheely came forward, whining. She took the dog in her arms, rocking it by habit.
Every little item - gone. Not even a memorabilia had she found; a baby cap, a toy or a pair of baby shoes. The week with the babies had also pushed her and Guy closer together, his clothes and things had ended up in her room. None of it was there, not even the scent of him. None of it mattered to the castle and its magic.
Guy. What if Guy wasn't in his room? What if the castle had taken Guy as well, sent him home, taken them away from one another once again?
A keening cry of rage and despair came over her lips. Wheely hopped down from her lap and hid under the bed. Marian crawled towards her bedstand and grabbed her journal.
[Guy of Gisborne]
Guy... Are you there... Please... Please be there, Guy, please answer me and tell me you're still here, please hurry...
[Her voice breaks and turns into uncontrolled sobbing.]
[/Guy of Gisborne]
They had run off and Marian felt quite certain that someone must have seen them, wondered. Three horses, two grown ups, two babies and a lot of packing? There had to be questions. But they had gotten away easily. And they had been riding for hours, passing the mountains and stearing clear of known dangers along the way. The babies had demanded short breaks for food and change, then accepted the situation, strapped to their parents' backs. In the evening, they had found a place to make camp, eat and making plans to leave early. They went to sleep, tired, focused and cuddling the babies with a sense of contentment and relief.
It was definitely time to rise and move on. Marian opened her eyes.
She was in the castle. In her room. Alone.
She bolted out of bed. Her room was stripped of everything related to babies and Guy. For some minutes, she ran around like a startled animal, frantically looking everywhere. Nothing. Not a sign. They we gone, all gone.
She sank to the floor, shaking. She was forcing herself to breathe short breaths, panting, close to hyperventilating. They sounded like short 'no-no-no-no'. Her dog Wheely came forward, whining. She took the dog in her arms, rocking it by habit.
Every little item - gone. Not even a memorabilia had she found; a baby cap, a toy or a pair of baby shoes. The week with the babies had also pushed her and Guy closer together, his clothes and things had ended up in her room. None of it was there, not even the scent of him. None of it mattered to the castle and its magic.
Guy. What if Guy wasn't in his room? What if the castle had taken Guy as well, sent him home, taken them away from one another once again?
A keening cry of rage and despair came over her lips. Wheely hopped down from her lap and hid under the bed. Marian crawled towards her bedstand and grabbed her journal.
[Guy of Gisborne]
Guy... Are you there... Please... Please be there, Guy, please answer me and tell me you're still here, please hurry...
[Her voice breaks and turns into uncontrolled sobbing.]
[/Guy of Gisborne]