WHO: Will Scarlet and Maid Marian WHEN: Sunday night WHERE: Marian's new hideout WHAT: there's some making up to do WARNINGS: Emotions
Urged by Luna's words, Will hurried to the address of the new hangout, knowing only that Marian was there by herself, and that he'd been a bit of a dick.
The place looked empty from the outside. The windows were boarded up and he couldn't see any lights in the upstairs, but then again, that was how it was supposed to look. He waited on the pavement for a little while, just to see if he could see any movement.
Nothing. Looking around the side of the building, Will found his way down a side alley and through a gate to the back door of the pub, and knocked. From this side he could see a single light in an upstairs window, so someone had to be in there, and he knew Marian had to be home because he'd checked at her old place and had been told she'd moved out. He knocked again, louder, feeling agitated because of Luna's words. Alone and vulnerable.
Fuck it all. He pulled the newly cut key out of his pocket and unlocked the door, heart racing. What if Gisborne had found his way here? What if Marian was hurt and needed help? "Marian?" he called, but no response.
He didn't turn on any lights, intending to scope the place before making any moves, so he didn't see much of what the downstairs kitchen area looked like. Instead he made his way to the stairs, trying to tread softly but the stairs were old and creaky. There were footsteps above him and he clenched his fists, keeping loose in case he had to spring into action and mentally chiding himself for being in such a rush (and also on parole) that he hadn't brought a weapon. Someone was walking around above him and he had to be prepared.