Lady Marian doesn't do embroidery (mrs_locksley) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2012-09-09 17:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | guy of gisborne, marian locksley |
Who: Guy and Marian
What: Creepy early morning stalking? Only KINDA creepy?
When: Early Sunday
Where: The park. I think it's probably the Lawrence hotspot
Warnings: Um. TBA. I doubt it'll get bad but she IS facing her murderer here...
Marian enjoyed the mornings in Kansas. Oh, it wasn't home. Nothing could compete with slipping off early in the mornings on horseback and enjoying a canter through the forest and a slow and easy walk home. The smell of the trees, the sound of water rushing nearby, various animals running about, and only herself to worry about. Not her father, not Robin or the War, not the suitors constantly arriving at the Knighton doorstep. It was only her and the birds and the occasional fox or deer. It was quiet solitude and pure perfection.
But the park here was as close as she could get without several hours in the car or even longer on foot. And the mornings weren't nearly as swelteringly hot. She was finally starting to adjust to the weather in America and people promised her that fall and winter were more tolerable. And she wasn't burning quite as easily any longer, which was brilliant, really. But she still enjoyed that just-after-dawn weather, the cooler temperature, the ever so slight chill in the air. And the quiet. It was still more noisy in the city than it had ever been back home, even in Nottingham Castle. It seemed some people never slept. But it was a vast improvement over the constant shuffle of cars and bodies.
It was a good time to get away and think. To get away from the confusion that had become her life. The people constantly in and out. Legolas was gone. she'd discovered that only recently, and she was beginning to understand what some people complained about constantly. Nothing was certain. She could lose Robin at any given moment. Or, the more terrifying option, she could be the one taken. And what came next? She really didn't know. Everyone always spoke of an afterlife, of God's Heaven and the journey to get there. Marian had never questioned her faith until it was there in front of her, potentially facing her. If that Heaven didn't exist, then what was there? Emptiness? Only a hell?
But there had to be something. Otherwise, what was it they were fighting? There were angels, and demons, too. So...there had to be somewhere for her. It couldn't just all end there. Could it? Or maybe this was her after life. And she couldn't decide that was terrifying or not.
She tightened the light sweater more firmly around her even though logically, she knew the chill that ran up her spine had little to do with the light breeze in the air and had everything to do with the uncertainty of her future.