Marian of Knighton (_night_watchman) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2019-07-14 00:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, ~marian of knighton (oe) |
Who: Marian
Where: The Gym/shooting range
What: Probably over doing it.
When: After her son's bedtime
Rating: TBD
Open: Yep!
Status: On going.
Marian had decided it had been well and truly long enough. She'd forced herself to get over the fact that she was not likely to see Robin ever again. At least not the one she knew so very well. For her sanity and the well being of her son she'd put her love Robin behind her. And so far she had not regretted it. But. She had put his weapons in a box, and put that box in a closet. Until today. Today she pulled out that re-curved bow, all because she had watched the newest movie based on their legend. She had liked it. The Marian portrayed hadn't been some simpering do nothing noble content to her embroidery and the suffering of others. It was strange to see Robin look like Eggsy, even if the young man wasn't on the station anymore. The bow was how Robin had been able to shoot so fast, and more than one arrow at a time. Of course there had been some skill involved, but the bow was his secret. And she was determined to crack that secret. She had started out in her Nightwatchman garb, minus the cloak and mask, but the leather doublet had grown too heavy, and too hot. To be honest she'd gotten aggravated at it pretty quickly as she had felt hindered by it. So now she stood before the targets in the binding that held her breasts as flat as she could get them, leather trousers, and soft soled boots, that kept her steps quiet and agile. She felt well covered, only her shoulders, and a small section of her stomach was really exposed. (Leaving that long scar where Guy had nearly ran her through partially exposed.) The point was she was comfortable. And able to focus on her attempts and the target, instead of being itchy and overheated. Marian drew back the string, two arrows knocked, and aimed. And released. When they both hit their marks she quickly reknocked and aimed. She didn't pause until her quiver was empty. |