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Tweak says, "Oh, that's why"

legendarymarian (legendarymarian) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2010-05-09 19:24:00

Entry tags:

marian fitzwalter, much, robin hood

WHO: Marian, Robin and Much
WHAT: A conversation after Zach's fun and games
WHEN: Early Afternoon
WHERE: Both apartments
RATING: TBA

Marian stared at her netbook, taking a few deep breaths. They had woken up next to each other and then avoided each other since that moment. She couldn't stop the intense feeling of guilt that was running through her. She knew it wasn't her choice, whoever decided to play that joke on them had done this to her, but she still couldn't prevent herself from acting as if it was her own choice. She hated herself and she wanted Robin to hate her too because she deserved it.

Closing over the netbook, she placed it on her bedside table and pushed herself to stand off the bed. They had locked themselves in seperate bedrooms and now that Robin had said they had to talk she knew she had no choice. She wanted to talk from pretty early on but knew he needed time to come to terms with what had happened as well as deciding he was in the mood for a discussion. So now that he was, she knew she had to move out into the living area before he thought she didn't really want to talk this through. She just hoped it went okay, they were meant to be married in two weeks time. She didn't want anything to stop it, too much had already.

Opening her door, she wiped at her cheeks to make sure they weren't wet. She didn't want him to see how upset she was just in case the mood he was in made him think she was putting it on. Brushing down her jeans, she kept taking deep breaths as she walked into the living area, going straight to the window as she looked out at the people passing by. Just waiting.

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iamrobinhood
2010-05-09 08:09 pm UTC (link)

Letting out a breath, Robin set the little computer aside. His lifelong preference for mentally suppressing painful subjects and just moving forward had been broken often since coming here. For the most part, he had not minded too much, because here he had Marian, and now Much, and Allan for awhile. Life was usually good, provided nobody was being attacked. And he found that due to things being better overall, that he was better able to talk through certain issues.

What he would not give to be able to ignore this, to just pretend it never happened. As impossible as that sounded, it was still infinitely better than having to think about it, than saying the words and reinforcing what had gone on. But, that was not an option; he and Marian had been in separate rooms practically since waking, and they could not continue like that. Even if their wedding was not just over two weeks away, they would need to work this out immediately. That impending event made it a bit more critical, however.

He heard Marian open the door to their bedroom, and waited a moment before getting to his feet. As he went over to the door and grasped the handle, he had a momentary pang of nostalgia for the days when he was being dangled over pits of poisonous snakes, or fighting off swarms of sheriff's men. Those things, he could deal with-- his life was in danger, and he did what he could to stay alive. All of these emotional issues, however, were so much more delicate, even more permanent. Yes, he had nightmares from the Holy Land at times, but his nightmares of Marian's death were far more frequent. None of it was good, but something that he could resolve easily was preferable to him.

He needed to face this, though. Turning the doorknob, he went out to the living room, where Marian was looking out the window. Robin stopped right inside the entryway, on the opposite side of the room; he still couldn't quite believe he had been given another chance with her. He was willing to pay any price for that, although he wished that would stop involving such long-term effects. She owned him, owned his heart and his soul, and he loved her so much that it hurt on a normal day. This was the furthest thing from a normal day, and he just wanted to walk over and hold her, but he could not.

Instead, he shoved his hands in his pockets and leaned uncomfortably against the doorframe. "Hey."

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legendarymarian
2010-05-09 09:08 pm UTC (link)

She vaguely heard the door to the spare room open but she didn't turn. Her eyes were filling up again and she didn't want them to be falling down her cheeks when he saw her. Instead she quickly wiped at them again and tipped her head back a little in an attempt to push the tears away. She was surprised she had tears left after how much she had cried so far locked away in their room. Stuffing her hands in the pockets of the hoody she had on it was only then she realised what she had done. It was one of his, one he had bought and she had taken from him pretty much the same day. He'd only worn it once but it still had that feeling he gave her of utter contentment.

When she heard him speak, she closed her eyes for a moment before opening them as she turned to face him. Not for the first time she became aware of how she must look to him. Her hair pulled into a messy pony tail and her eyes were probably a little red. And, just like normal, she was overwhelmed by the need to through her arms around him. Clearing her throat, she leaned against the little side table that was under the window.

"Hello," she said quietly before glancing at her feet. "Do...do you want me to get you anything to drink?"