Who: Robin and Marian Where: Their room When: Late at night what: A little bit of honesty? Hopefully Warnings: All the feels. Enter at your own risk.
He woke with a start, arms tightening around her instinctively before awareness returned. As he shook off the remnants of the nightmare, he forced himself to relax, taking a shaky breath as his head fall back to the pillow. He didn’t even remember falling asleep, had no idea what time it was save that the room was completely dark, except the slivers of light he could see at the sides of the window, from outside.
He lay still beside her as his breathing slowed, not wanting to wake her. She looked peaceful, and he didn’t want his demons to haunt her rest as well. It was cold in the room, but beneath the blankets and with his arms around her, it was barely felt.
It had been just like the others. The incoherent screams, men lying in the sand around him, both dead and dying. How many had fallen to his sword he didn’t know. To try and keep that number in your head would drive you to madness. And it isn’t a number he would ever be proud of. A gift, he’d been told. He had a gift. He thought now that it was a curse. The dreams were his penance for those actions. And though he had spent so long seeking atonement, he didn’t know if he would ever find it.
So he lay with his arms around the woman he loved, wondering again how he’d been so lucky as to have her love him back. He could usually push it aside, the things that haunted him. Push them down and ignore them and ensure no one else knew they were there. But with everything that had happened lately, it was getting harder. And he hated how weak he felt at that.