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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on Apr 16, 2009 22:42:13 GMT 1
Marian glanced out of her window, sighing at the bright sunshine. She was meant to stay in her room until one of the guards showed up, most of them were off doing something for the Sheriff so she knew it would be some time. She would have the perfect opportunity to disappear quickly, she knew that. She could just go a walk on her own, even chance going to the forest to see Robin.
Opening her door carefully, she glanced down the corridor. It was clear, so she knew she could walk out if she was quick. Closing her door quietly, she began to walk along the corridor, keeping to the wall. She was glad her room was quite close to the courtyard, she had less of a chance of being caught.
Sneaking down the side corridor, she glanced around as she heard footsteps, hiding in a small crevice. Waiting until the guard passed, she headed to the stables. No one seemed to be here, and a few horses were left. She couldn't help but notice the large black horse she knew belonged to Guy. So he was still here. Walking up to that horse, she reached out and patted its nose gently.
"Hello friend," she said quietly, reaching down for a bucket with food in it. Placing some of the food in her hand, she put her hand forward for the horse to nibble on it. Giggling slightly at the feel of the horses tongue on her hand.
She had always enjoyed this sort of thing when she was younger, feeding the horses. She was so lost in feeding and petting the horse she did not hear footsteps coming closer.
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Post by harknessgirl on Apr 16, 2009 23:13:10 GMT 1
Guy carried his sadle and placed it back into the right spot. He knew he had saddle hands to do this job, but he loved doing the tasks by himself. It always made him feel content caring for his own horse. After losing his own horse when he was little, he vowed to never let it happen again. That included tending his horse himself.
He took off his jacket and hung it on a loop, while he grabbed a bale of hay. He walked through slowly, and stopped when he heard someone walk into the stable.
He smiled and leaned against the wall when he heard Marian's voice, talking to his horse. Technically she shouldn't be here, but for once he would over look it. He pushed off the way and walked into the main stable.
"Hello Lady Marian," he smiled, putting down the hale bay.
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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on Apr 16, 2009 23:26:22 GMT 1
Marian gasped as she heard Guy's voice, and she was instantly worried. She knew she wasn't allowed out here on her own, and knew that Guy was well aware of that too. Dropping the food into the pale, she brushed her hands together to remove any remains of the food.
"Guy! I'm sorry, I lost my guard, there seem to be hardly any around the castle and I saw the sun and really did not want to stay inside."
Marian stopped her apologies when she noticed the smile on his face, and the lack of his jacket. He didn't seem angry, not yet anyway. And she really hoped that wasn't just an act. Looking down at the pale he had brought in with him, she was momentarily surprised. Had he planned on taking care of his horse himself? She had not expected that.
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Post by harknessgirl on Apr 16, 2009 23:47:07 GMT 1
“Marian, calm down. It’s ok,” Guy smiled, grabbing some hay and handing it into his horse. He rubbed his neck, gently and lovingly as the horse chomped on it.
“It’s a lovely day.” He commented.
He turned to Marian, he could see the worry still slightly in her stature.. “You can stay, don’t worry.” He pulled the hay, putting it into the metal holders for the horse to get the hay from.
Guy wiped his forehead with his arm, walking over to Marian. “How are you today?”
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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on Apr 17, 2009 0:02:46 GMT 1
Marian stepped back, watching as Guy tended to his horse. He really didn't seem to mind that she was here, his smile getting softer and softer. She couldn't bring herself to reply as he spoke, choosing instead to stand quietly and watch him. Part of her thought that if she stayed still and quiet, he would forget she was there.
However, it would seem her idea was not going to work as he walked closer to her. She could see the sweat beginning to develop on his skin, knowing it was due to the nice weather they were having. And the heavy material he was wearing must not help. She was quite glad her red dress was fairly light. She was glad to be able to wear her dress, after making it only recently and not being able to have the right weather conditions to wear it, as it only had short sleeves and less material underneath it.
"I am very well, thank you. How are you?" She responded politely.
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Post by harknessgirl on Apr 17, 2009 0:47:46 GMT 1
Guy ran his hand through his hair. “I’m okay thank you. A little hot, but I think so is everyone else.” He grabbed a brush from the side and started brushing the horse, in long sweep strokes. It made him sweat a little more, but it made him feel relaxed.
“You look beautiful today, Lady Marian.” He said, without turning around. He thought the red dress flowed beautifully around her body. It made her look like the most beautiful thing on earth. He continued to brush the horse in long strokes.
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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on Apr 17, 2009 9:28:24 GMT 1
"Perhaps you should invest in lighter clothing, Guy," Marian said with a light shrug. It seemed to be the logical answer to her, if he was warm then it was best to wear clothes which helped keep you cool.
Marian blushed at his compliment, looking down at her dress. Something wasn't right, he was certainly being too nice. Taking this as her opportunity, she walked back to the horse, petting its nose again.
"Thank you. I only just made this dress."
Marian turned her head to watch him for a moment, before looking at the horse again. Running her hands gently over its nose, she waited a moment before speaking again.
"Is there anything I can help you with?"
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Post by harknessgirl on Apr 17, 2009 20:10:30 GMT 1
“You do have a point, m’lady.” Guy chuckled, turning his face to look at Marian. He procedded to look down at his clothing as if just to check what he had on. He had to admit, maybe leather wasn’t the best thing to wear in the hot weather.
He looked up and smiled at her. “You made it? I never knew that you made dresses.” He turned his attention back to the horse, when it started tapping its foot on the floor.
“You can help me brush him, if you want?” He said nodding towards a box of brushes, he bit his lip a little and then continued to brush the beautiful creature in front of him.
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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on Apr 17, 2009 20:26:16 GMT 1
Marian nodded when he asked her about making her own clothes. It was a recent thing she had started, more to keep herself occupied in her room when she was being kept inside.
"Only recently. Perhaps if I wasn't caged in like a bird I would not have developed the skill." There was a hint of loathing in her voice, she was not afraid to show her distaste at being kept in the castle like a prisoner.
Marian turned to pick up a spare brush, trying to calm herself down. She was already beginning to get angry at Guy again, after all, he had the power to let her go. But she knew that if he did so, if he even wanted to, then he would face trouble.
It wasn't until she began brushing the horse, she realised that she was standing directly opposite him, making it difficult to avoid his gaze.
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Post by harknessgirl on Apr 17, 2009 20:40:08 GMT 1
Guy felt him self shiver slightly despite the heat because of Marian’s tone. He didn’t know what to say. She was right, she was caged up like a bird. But if he hadn’t done it, it would have made his life bad, making everyone else’s twice as bad. Whatever he did, he hurt the one he loved.
He looked at his horse, keeping his gaze off her, suddenly feeling exposed and embarrassed but he didn’t have a clue why. He thought he may have been getting a fever, which was causing it. He suddenly felt eyes were on him. He looked up to see Marian looking at him from over his horse. Guy quickly looked away, grabbing another type of brush and making it’s mane smooth and shiny. He felt himself getting incredibly warmer with the awkward conversation. He pulled slightly on his shirt, hoping it would help cool him down.
He had a quick glance at Marian, to see if she was still looking at him.
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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on Apr 17, 2009 20:53:22 GMT 1
Marian couldn't help but glance at him occasionally, sometimes getting lost in thought, other times glancing away as quickly as she had looked. It was strange, she thought of what could have been had she not found out Guy had been lying to her. They would have been married by now. She could no longer be a maiden. Of course, who knows if she would have been happy or not, but she would have been with Guy. A strange and scary thought indeed.
She noticed him pulling at his shirt and raised her eyebrow. Men, they were so proud they would not admit to the heat or willing change without the obvious being pointed at them.
"Do you not have anything other than leather you could wear, Guy? I am sure you do not want the heat making you more uncomfortable."
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Post by harknessgirl on Apr 18, 2009 20:21:57 GMT 1
He saw her take a few glances at him through the corner of her eye. He tried to concentrate on the long strokes, but it failed. He started thinking about the Sheriff and if his plans would actually would work. Robin Hood, would he stop them? Marian, which side would she go to? Him? or Robin? He knew in his heart it would be Robin, but he couldn’t help but hope it was him. God how was he turning into this loved up man?
The sun still seemed to pouring down on to them, he had to admit, in someway it was nice. Usually it was either raining or over cast. English weather. It was nice to have some really nice weather. He might go for a walk later. He wondered if Marian would like to come with him. He didn’t know if the Sherriff would be very happy with that. Guy knew the Sheriff didn’t like him to spend too much time with Marian.
Guy looked up when Marian spoke, bringing him out of his thoughts. “I do, have some other clothes. But I don’t wear them. They’re not smart enough, for my position.”
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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on Apr 18, 2009 20:30:50 GMT 1
Marian rose her eyebrow as he spoke of his clothing, saying they were not right for his position. It seemed strange he was worried over his position when he was currently doing a task many people in his position would get servants for.
"Well, Guy, it is not as if there are many in this area."
She sent him a gentle smile, surprised at how eased she felt with him at the moment. She of course still had the slight anger at him after what he had done to her home, but she still knew what kind of man he could be. She suddenly found herself reaching over to still his hand.
"Guy, I wont think any less of your position. But I'd rather you wore lighter clothing than I had to drag you back to your room if you faint with the heat."
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Post by harknessgirl on Apr 18, 2009 22:48:09 GMT 1
Guy rose his eyes at the slight touch. He resisted moving his hand so he could squeeze her hand back gently. Guy felt his mind taking over, was she flirting? I mean he wouldn’t complain if Marian did drag hima to his room, but he knew it was not what she wanted. Or was it?
He nodded, in agreement. He unbuttoned his black shirt, the first two buttons. That way his collar bone was exposed. He had to admit, it did make him feel a little cooler.
“Thank you for not minding Marian, it means a lot.”
He then had a thought, a way to test Marian.
“But I have to admit Lady Marian, I don’t think that would help my temperature.” He looked at her a little blankly, as if he didn’t realise what he had said. He hoped it worked.
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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on Apr 18, 2009 23:22:10 GMT 1
Marian felt her eyes drop slightly when he began to unbutton the top buttons, swallowing back a gasp. It was strange, she loved Robin. She did. But something about Guy attracted her to him. Not that she would allow herself to be taken in by it.
She blushed brightly as she pulled her eyes away, occupying herself with brushing the horse. The previous thoughts she had were still running through her mind, that she would have been married to him, and the realisation of just how close they were was not helping. She smiled a little when he thanked her, but did not dare open her mouth. When he spoke again, she looked up to meet his eyes, a slight frown on her face.
"Oh? Why do you say that?"
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