Robin Hood is the Prince of Thieves (robinofthehood) wrote in almost_paradise, @ 2013-03-25 10:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | river song - doctor who, robin hood - bbc robin hood |
A jarring new reality [open]
He woke with a start, body jerking in the bed and eyes snapping open. The dream had been the same as it always was, and it wasn't until his breathing had returned to normal that it actually registered in his mind that he was actually in a bed. In the camp Will had built them, they slept in a bunk, and were off the forest floor. But it did not have a soft mattress on it. He didn't sleep with soft pillows beneath his head. Finally allowing his gaze to focus on his surroundings, he was on his feet almost as fast as he had woken.
His hand moved to the dagger that hung from his belt as he stepped further away from the bed, eyes scanning the room he was in. Not Locksley, then. Or Knighton. Not the castle. And they were truly the only places he imagined he could have been. The dungeons was the only other building he could have (and had) ended up in. And that had been dismissed early on, because there was a comfortable bed, and a distinct lack of the dank smells he associated with the cells down there. As he made his way to the door he caught sight of a basket from the corner of his eye, but dismissed it for the moment, because what he spotted on the table beside it was of far greater interest to him. His sword, bow and quiver.
He moved swiftly, strapping the sword belt around his waist and the quiver over his shoulders. The bow remained in his hand, ready to be used in an instant if it was required. However he had come to be here, whether this was all some cruel trap plotted by the sheriff, Robin would be ready for it. Of course, as his mind raced with the possibilities of where he was and how he had come to be here, he had to allow himself the notion that this could not have been Vaizey. Because this was not anything he recognised. There were things in this room he had not even let himself fully consider, because right now, his most pressing concern was in ascertaining where he was, and whether his friends were facing a similar predicament.
Moving to the door, he was pleased to find the handle moved easily in his hand. He opened it a fraction, peering in both directions before finally stepping out of the room and in to the hallway beyond.