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Post by Robin Hood on Jul 31, 2009 15:40:53 GMT 1
Robin looked up at her when she turned him back to face her, his gaze unfocused. It was hot, he felt as if he was burning. He pushed her hands off him weakly. It was too hot, why didn't she leave him alone?
He tried to sit up again, but didn't have the energy. What was wrong with him? He wanted to go back, but he couldn't. He didn't even know where that was. "Marian..."
He needed Marian. She would understand what was going on. She would be able to work it out. She was smarter than him.
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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on Jul 31, 2009 15:50:42 GMT 1
She frowned at the dazed look in his eyes, watching as he pushed away her hands. Grasping his face in her hands, she kept trying to snap him out of whatever was going on in his mind.
Then he was speaking her name, and she pressed a kiss to his foreheard, stroking his temples with her thumbs.
"Yes, Robin. It's Marian, come on, talk to me."
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Post by Robin Hood on Jul 31, 2009 16:17:04 GMT 1
Robin blinked up at her, wondering what on earth she meant. What was he supposed to be talking about? He could feel soft hands against his face, rubbing his temples. He didn't understand what was going on.
He turned his head, a whimper escaping his lips as he tried to move away from the touch. As soon as it was gone though, he wanted it back. He couldn't make sense of anything.
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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on Jul 31, 2009 16:29:36 GMT 1
When he moved from her touch, she stubbornly pressed her hands back to his face. Something was not right and she was beginning to worry. He was not telling her what was wrong, and until he did she could not help.
"Robin, can you tell me what's wrong so I can help you?"
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Post by Robin Hood on Jul 31, 2009 17:03:54 GMT 1
Robin shook his head, leaning into her cool hand, his eyes closed. He didn't know what was wrong. He had been fine, he had felt fine. Then suddenly he hadn't been able to keep hold of his thoughts, had no idea what was happening or even where he was. The burning heat he had felt had convinced him he was in Acre. But Much wasn't there. Marian was. And she couldn't be there.
He reached up blindly and took her hand, holding it against his chest. He tried to think. Tried to hold a rational thought in his head. He opened his eyes to look at her, frowning at the expression on her face. Had he upset her? "I'm sorry, Marian..."
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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on Jul 31, 2009 17:16:44 GMT 1
Suddenly it seemed as if he had came back from wherever his mind had gone. He held her hand tightly to his chest, and she could feel his heart beat very fast. Running her fingers along his forehead, she smiled down at him, bring his hand up to kiss before letting both their hands fall back onto his chest.
"No reason to be sorry."
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Post by Robin Hood on Jul 31, 2009 17:23:53 GMT 1
He turned his head away, his other hand coming up to rub tiredly at his eyes as he coughed. He felt sick and hot and uncomfortable. Not to mention embarrassed. It was bad enough to be sick and have a fever in front of Marian, but for her to see him get so confused like that...
He couldn't look at her. God, what on earth was wrong with him? One simple little illness and he starts blathering like a fool.
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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on Jul 31, 2009 17:34:00 GMT 1
She saw him turn away, and she sighed. She wanted him to keep looking at her, reassure her he was alright now. Squeezing his hand, she bent over to kiss him gently, not caring if she got ill too.
"Robin to I have to lie on you to make you look at me, or will you do it on your own?"
She did not care how the words would sound, just knowing that she wanted him to look at her and let her see into his eyes. The more he avoided her, the more worried she became.
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Post by Robin Hood on Jul 31, 2009 17:38:16 GMT 1
He didn't move when she kissed him, not looking back at her. He shook his head. "I don't want to look at you," he whispered hoarsely.
He felt so foolish. He wanted the earth to open up and swallow him whole. Preferably before he managed to start coughing again, or the fever managed to jumble his thoughts a second time.
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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on Jul 31, 2009 17:42:34 GMT 1
"Why not? Have I...done something?"
Marian felt hurt for a moment, knowing that he did not want to look at her. What had she done wrong to make him unable to look at her? Was he angry for her refusing to step back or let him leave. Sighing, she brushed her hair back, but did not loosen her hold on his hand.
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Post by Robin Hood on Jul 31, 2009 17:48:39 GMT 1
He shook his head again, repeating the action. Of course she would think it was about her, that was how it sounded. "No," he said, tired, "I just can't."
He could only hope she would understand, because he didn't have the energy to explain. His eyes slipped closed, and they felt too heavy to open again.
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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on Jul 31, 2009 23:51:23 GMT 1
Marian saw his eyes close, and instantly thought that he had given into exhaustion. Kissing his forehead, she lay with him for a few moments before looking around. She could take this time to clear up the camp a bit, so slowly she pulled away from him, sitting at the edge of the bed. There was a lot she could do.
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Post by Robin Hood on Aug 1, 2009 0:04:06 GMT 1
Eyes still closed, Robin reached out a hand for her when she moved away. His fingers finding her wrist, he took a loose hold of the sleeve of her dress. "Don't go."
The words were so quiet even he could barely hear them, but he didn't want to be alone. He was terrified of what he might start thinking again, if she left.
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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on Aug 1, 2009 0:07:34 GMT 1
Marian turned when she felt him grab her sleeve, shocked for a moment. She could barely hear what he said, but it was enough, and she was soon lying with him again.
"I thought you were sleeping, I'm sorry."
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Post by Robin Hood on Aug 1, 2009 0:13:57 GMT 1
He rolled on to his side, his head resting against her shoulder. "Can't sleep. Don't want to."
His body was exhausted, but his mind was playing tricks on him. Whilst ever it was, he refused to sleep. He had long since learnt that if he wanted to, he could force himself to stay awake for hours, even if his body protested.
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