Robin Hood is the Prince of Thieves (robinofthehood) wrote in ridgewayresort, @ 2011-06-07 23:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | marian fitzwalter, robin hood |
Who: Robin and Marian
Where: Their room
When: Early evening
What: Plot fun times
Rating: TBD
Status: Incomplete
It was still early. Too early to be in bed already, and yet Robin was. The ghosts that Petersen had decided to bless him with, whether he accepted the blame for it or not, would not leave him in peace, would not be quiet for even a moment, and so as a last resort he had gone from simply ignoring them to blocking them out. The headphones of the iPod Heather had given him were in his ears. He didn't know what the music was that was playing, but it was loud, and that was all he cared about. He had a book open, and was trying to concentrate on the words, though he had read the current sentence at least three times already.
He had always been plagued by memories from his time at war. Had revealed as much to his friends, on the day of his birthday, when they had all been facing certain death. Revealed that he saw, and heard, those men around him who were dead, and dying. Though it had been a long time since he had experienced their presence so vividly. They clawed at the carpet, slumped in the chair in the corner of the room. Missing limbs, with gaping wounds, blood covering their hands, screaming in their agony. He had told Heather in a very vague sense what it was he had been seeing, but he had not, and would not, by choice, tell anyone of this. He would simply hope that it would end soon. He doubted that he could pretend to ignore them much longer.