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Lady Marian doesn't do embroidery (mrs_locksley) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2014-03-29 12:05:00

Entry tags:

marian locksley, robin hood

Who: Robin and Marian Locksley
What: A wish and a tiny presence
When: Early Saturday morning
Where: Chez Locksley...then actual Locksley!
Warnings: A for Adorable

After she'd cleared the idea with Much and Rogue, and had gotten a few ideas how to alter the wish to fit their new, modern lifestyles, Marian knew she was ready. And she also knew that she wouldn't need to clear it with Robin. First of all, it was a surprise for her husband. Secondly, no one loved that village like he had. The manor would only be a hint of what they'd loved, but it would be something. She'd always pictured herself as Lady Locksley, running the manor while her husband did business at the castle. Now, in some ways, she truly could. They'd possibly lose a bit of the things they'd worked hard for in the house, but they'd make up for it.

Though she did get the gut feeling that he'd hate it and hate her for doing it. But that passed easily enough.

Early that morning, she woke and nestled into her husband's side. He'd likely sleep for half an hour more or so. Absently, she began rubbing her stomach where she knew her son or daughter was up and active. Recently, she'd begun feeling the movements of the tiny child making themselves known. It was a miraculous feeling and terrifying at the same time. It meant there was no turning back, that they would definitely be parents soon enough. But more than anything, she enjoyed it.

Rolling over, she reached for the little orb, glowing in that brilliant shade of blue that matched Robin's eyes exactly. She hesitated, looking sideways at her husband. "I wish for our house to look the same on the outside and look like Locksley Manor as Robin left it on the inside, only now with electricity and modern plumbing and the kitchen we had before." She closed her eyes hesitantly, wincing. She fully expected to open them again and see the orb still sitting there, taunting her. It was a lot she was asking in one wish, but she had to try.

But it had disappeared and in its place... The sight made her catch her breath. It had been so long since she'd seen the Manor, longer still since she'd seen it under actual Locksley rule. The room they were now residing in wasn't specifically familiar to her, but she had a feeling it had once been Robin's father's.

A slow smile crossed her face and she slipped out of bed into what would have once been their bathroom, grateful to find it was still there. She'd check on the kitchen later. Now, though, she eased herself back to the mattress and shifted closer to Robin, leaning to give him a light kiss. "Good morning, handsome," she offered. Ordinarily, she'd never have woken him. But this? This was worth it.

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robinofthehood
2014-03-30 12:39 am UTC (link)

He was somewhere close to awake when she curled against his side, but if she hadn't gotten up yet, that meant it was early. Which meant he was content to lay there a little longer with her warm body close to his and pretend it wasn't morning yet. Because luxuries like that were what made this place so special, and so different from home. So he let himself drift back to sleep, missing completely the wish she made when he did.

He couldn't recall what he'd been dreaming about, but somehow Marian kissing him awake fit right in to whatever it was, and when he opened his eyes his sleep blurred vision was filled completely with her face. "Morning already?" He asked with a little smile, kissing her in return. Since he'd gotten better at sleeping through the night, he was rather fond of it.

Stretching, he blinked to clear his vision, and froze. This was not their bed. This was not their room. He pushed himself up against the pillows, taking in the exposed wooden beams of the ceiling, the wooden shutters which had replaced their curtains on the window, and Marian's smiling face.

"Locksley?" He asked her, completely baffled. Because there was no explanation beyond her wish. "You wished for us to go to Locksley?" Pushing off the blankets he walked over to the window, pushing open the shutters. He knew the view from that window, of his village, like the back of his hand. And this wasn't it. This was still Lawrence. Turning slowly back to face her, he arched an eyebrow. But he was grinning. "Well, this is going to get the neighbours talking, isn't it?" Because he had no idea that the outside looked nothing like the inside.

The room was just as he remembered it. He hadn't changed anything, it was exactly as his father had kept it. The chest at the end of the bed, and the cupboard against the wall. But through the open door he could see their modern bathroom. He certainly wasn't going to complain about that.

"Wait, what did you ask for, exactly? Just Locksley? I'm not going to go down the hall and find Gisborne in the bath am I?" Though if this had been taken from then, he hadn't done much. Though the thought of that man sleeping in his bed was not what he would call appealing.

"I can't believe you wished for Locksley," he said again. "I love you so much." His mind was swimming with the possibilities. The things that might be there, if that was how the wish worked. He couldn't wait to show her.

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mrs_locksley
2014-03-30 08:22 am UTC (link)

As he explored their new slash old home, Marian simply lay in bed, arms behind her head, smirking as she watched. Her hand traced what she believed to be a tiny foot and she simply shrugged as he asked his questions. Let him keep looking. She'd explain soon enough.

Though the comment about Guy in the bath made her give him a skeptical look. "I'm a bit more careful than that, my love," she replied, her voice teasing. She finally pulled herself up some, propping the pillows behind her back.

"I love you, too," she told him, her face brightening into a more genuine smile. "No worries about Guy. He's probably tucked safely away inside a space machine thing. Nothing's changed. It's exactly as you left it, if my wording was right. And I don't think the bauble would have let me cause a neighbourhood uproar. From the street, it looks just like the home we chose together." And on the inside, it was the home they'd been meant to have. The one they were supposed to be wed in, raise their family in, and grow old and die in. The manor they would have run as husband and wife had circumstance not gotten in the way.

She loved their life now. And she knew they wouldn't be the people they were had he not left for Acre, and Vaisey hadn't invaded Locksley and put it under Guy's rule. But this was at least a hint of a second chance. They wouldn't have the people they'd known before, besides Much, who would probably pick the most ostentatious room possible. But they had each other, and their friends, and somewhere around there, there was likely a confused little Arrow, too. Soon, they would add their first child, hopefully of a few to come.

It wasn't perfect. But it was pretty close.

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robinofthehood
2014-03-30 08:34 am UTC (link)

"Just checking," he said with a small chuckle. Because who knew what she might have remembered in her excitement. "Wait. You said exactly as I left it? Then that means..." He didn't even finish what he was saying before he'd left the room, to confirm his suspicions. It was no more than a minute before he was back, standing in the door way again. "Come on, you can't lay about there all day." His tone was completely teasing, because if anyone had that right, it was her. "There's something you should see."

Walking back around to her side of the bed, he held out a hand for her to take, his excitement evident. He couldn't wait to go and see what else he had decided must still be there. But first, this. Something for both of them. He wondered if she'd thought about it herself.

"And may I say, well done on keeping the bathrooms." They were both equally fond of showers. Shared or apart.

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mrs_locksley
2014-03-30 09:40 am UTC (link)

"Exactly as you left it," she confirmed, but her words were probably only half heard because he was already taking off. By the time he returned, he was glowing like a child on a holiday. And trying to get her out of bed. Well. He wasn't perfect. "Why can't I?" she protested, though she was already pulling the covers off to follow on whatever adventure he was planning. "I need my rest and I'm sleeping for two and more reasons I'll think of later."

She took his hand in hers, giving it a squeeze as she did. Leaning into his side for a quick nuzzle, she allowed herself to be led down the hallway.

"Of course I kept the bathrooms," she said with a smirk. "We'll also have to get new TVs and things, likely, but I did ask for electricity." Good thing they had plenty of money now. She hadn't really thought about all of that, losing so many of the things they'd grown used to in this world. Oops. Good thing her wish had come second.

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robinofthehood
2014-03-30 09:50 am UTC (link)

He just smiled indulgently at her list of reasons about not wanting to get out of bed. "Yes dear." He squeezed her hand in return, leading her eagerly down the hall a few doors to stop in front of a closed one. "You know, I'd almost forgotten how big this place was," he admitted. "Thornton used to make suggestions for what we could do with some of the rooms. But I could never bring myself to change them." That had been after his father had died. And it had never seemed right to do it.

"I have a feeling this room will come in handy soon, though," he told her, looking back over his shoulder at her before pushing the door all the way open and stepping through it. The dark wooden cot sat beneath the window, ornately carved with patterns of leaves. Dan Scarlett had been responsible for making it, Robin knew.

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mrs_locksley
2014-03-30 10:03 am UTC (link)

"Why would you change them?" she questioned, coming up behind him as he opened the door. But all thoughts of Thornton and his plans for Locksley went out the window when she saw where he'd just led her. Oh, she'd so desperately hoped it would be there. They'd worked so hard trying to come up with ideas for the nursery but she was fickle about it. Nothing felt right right for their tiny baby. This, though? This was perfect. Exactly what she'd wanted.

Coming up behind him, she slipped her arms around his waist and rested her head against his back for a moment, having to adjust for the small bump that was finally making itself known. "Perfect," she breathed. Not just the room that had once held her tiny baby husband. Everything. The entire moment was perfect. She kissed his shoulder before peering over his shoulder to admire the beautifully decorated cot that would someday in the near future hold their first child. "I'd hoped it would be here. Mentioned it to Much, even."

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robinofthehood
2014-03-30 10:14 am UTC (link)

"Well I don't know that he thought me taking my fathers room was the right choice," he shrugged. "But I liked it." And he'd liked the thought that he could feel somehow closer to his parents there, too. "That room at the end of the hall, that was my mothers sewing room. Can't imagine it would get much use from you," he teased.

He placed his hands over hers when they slid around his waist. He smiled when she said she'd mentioned it to Much. "Yeah? That makes it even better, then." He could have admired the cot for longer, but he had something more important to hold his attention just then. Turning around to face her, he leaned down to kiss her, his arms sliding around her to hold her in the best embrace they could manage just now. After only a moment, he felt something between them, a movement. He almost dismissed it but then he felt it again, unmistakable. Leaning back enough to meet her gaze, his grin was even wider than it had been before, if that was possible.

"I just felt him kick."

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mrs_locksley
2014-03-30 11:15 am UTC (link)

"You were the new Lord of Locksley," she confirmed at his comment about his father's room. "It made the most sense. And it put you closer to him in a lot of ways." Sewing room. Could she even still sew? She imagined it wasn't something you really forgot how to do, but why bother? "I'm relatively certain anything I buy will be a thousand times better made than what I would sew. We'll keep it as it is, though. I think Jane sews? Maybe she can make use of it."

She leaned into his hold, keeping him close. But when he pulled back, she eyed him. And then her own face broke into a grin, her eyes lighting up brightly. "Really?" She broke out into a giggle, not even trying to hide it. Leaning back, she reached for his hand and took it, placing it directly over her abdomen, where her tiny footballer was apparently having a practice session. "That? That's your son. Or daughter. She could be very athletic, she does have my genes, after all." The movements were still faint. All of the books and web articles said it would get stronger as the baby grew bigger and more prominent. But there were definite little thumps as the baby moved to try and get comfortable in its very small home.

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robinofthehood
2014-03-30 11:35 am UTC (link)

"I'm fairly certain there isn't a rule suggesting you have to sew to use it. She used to keep papers and things in there too." He really couldn't remember. He'd have to go and take a look at some point. But he hadn't been in there in years, even in the time Marian had brought this from. Which would be interesting. Maybe he'd leave that one to her for now.

"Really," he confirmed, loving that it had inspired that giggle. He loved hearing the sound from her. As soon as she placed his hand back on her stomach, he felt it again. Those feather light little kicks. "Son or daughter, we've got a little fighter on our hands." Not surprising, given the two of them. He smiled down at her again. "I'm getting nice surprises from every direction today, aren't I?"

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