Marian of Knighton (_night_watchman) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-07-28 00:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, ~marian of knighton (oe), ~tom sully |
Who: Marian and Open
Where: Clint's firing range (in the field)
What: Taking aim.
When: Sunday
Rating: TBD
Open: Yes
Status: On going
Marian closed her eyes, feeling the breeze twist her hair she could almost imagine that she was back home. That things had never gone pear shaped. That her father was still Sheriff, that Robin was still away at war. That she wasn't in some distant land, so far into the future that there was little doubt the people she loved had died a long time ago. She had to hope it was warm in their beds. With peace settled in the land they called home. She'd never had the heart to read otherwise. To read more than story books. She longed for a familiar face. Little John, Much, Djaq... She wouldn't have minded seeing Alan A Dale's face either. No matter his treachery and betrayal. It wouldn't matter because he would be a face she knew. A taste of home. Oddly... She didn't find herself longing for Robin. He deserved peace. Not to be brought back from the dead. Back to this place. Opening her eyes Marian sighted the target, she was a good distance from it. She had come out here, after packing Robin's things, to set herself right. To find her center again. To be sure that she could hit the center of a target even while she quite with child. So much so that she hadn't been able to get into her Night Watchman garb. That she had to settle for wearing a dress, and quiver. Packed with a hodgepodge of arrows. Hand made, and forged with materials she hadn't bothered to question what they were. Some were his, some were hers. Some had belonged to Daryl Dixon. With a breath she released the arrow she had knocked back. Letting it plunge into the center, among five others she had already put there. She had to wonder if Tony Stark had cameras way out here. If he were watching. She didn't dare hide the smug smile on her face. And they wanted to believe she was invalid because she was with child. Well. Could an invalid do just what she had done? "I think not." She stated to herself. |