Robin Hood is the Prince of Thieves (robinofthehood) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2012-09-22 16:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | marian locksley, robin hood |
Who: Robin, Marian, and a ghost from the past
What: A ghost pulling a guilt trip
When: Early evening
Where: Robins place in the complex
The Saracen refused to give his name, but Robin had recognised him well. He was one of many faces he so often saw in his nightmares. Faces of men he'd killed. Both in following orders, and simply to stay alive. His body bore the mark of Robin's sword, his clothes soaked in blood. And no matter how many times Robin told himself this wasn't real, the throbbing cut above his eye from one of countless things thrown at him said otherwise. And despite what he always saw, what so often haunted him, he knew this was different. More real. If only because everyone else was being affected too. He was beyond thankful that Marian had been visited by a friendly face. Right now he would give anything to be seeing his mother.
He was sitting on the far end of the couch, and in the precious few minutes of time alone in the room, he'd been trying to convince Marian not to come over. Asking her to come had been a foolish request made in a moment when he hadn't known what else to do, and hadn't known what he'd been thinking. Now, he'd gathered his thoughts enough to know he didn't want her put at risk too.
A slight movement from the door to the bedroom brought him out of his thoughts, and his eyes were pulled back to the pale face of the ghost. He was back again, motionless and silent, just watching him. He'd stopped speaking some time ago. It seemed all his rage and want for revenge had been sated by throwing books and lamps and whatever else he'd managed to get his hands on. Now he seemed content to simply eat away at Robin's resolve with his mere presence. To feed his guilt without accepting any pleas sent his way. The worst part was, he knew it was starting to work, and he didn't know what to do about it.