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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on Aug 1, 2009 17:18:04 GMT 1
Marian was grateful when he closed his eyes again, not really wanting to discuss this with him looking at her. She never really admitted such thoughts to him before and it was rather embarassing.
"I think about showing the world who I love. I think about seeing your face smiling at me as my father gives me away. I think of all the fun, the adventures we will go on together, side by side and not having to hide away."
She smiled when he mentioned Locksley, glad that he was giving away some sort of hint to his own thoughts. It was more than she had before.
"So do I. Filled with happiness and laughter. The sound of children," she said the last bit quieter, almost worried to hear his reaction to such thoughts.
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Post by Robin Hood on Aug 1, 2009 17:27:18 GMT 1
"I bet you'd spoil them rotten," he said quietly, a smile on his face.
"I miss home, sometimes. I know it was worth it, to give it up, but it would be nice occasionally. Right now I would love to be in my own bed."
He opened one eye, looking up at her with an amused expression. "If I had any sense I would just stop talking now."
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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on Aug 1, 2009 17:35:37 GMT 1
"I bet you would spoil them more," she said with a grin, glad that he had not replied with shock at the thought of them having children.
She listened as he spoke, but she already knew he missed Locksley. It was not the same building not that Guy had moved his few guards and servants in. It was not the home she had hoped she would once live in.
"If you stop talking now you will be worse than ill," she said with a cheeky grin.
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Post by Robin Hood on Aug 1, 2009 17:42:35 GMT 1
"Them. How many is them?" He realised his tired mind had said the same thing she had, which meant more than one, as if it was a foregone conclusion.
Robin frowned, laughing. "Don't threaten me Marian, I am too tired. Besides, what happens when I run out of things to say? There isn't much you know."
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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on Aug 1, 2009 18:06:42 GMT 1
"Two at least, maybe four," she said, her face getting redder by the moment. She could not believe she was admitting to such things with him. "How many do you see?" After all, he had said them as well.
Marian laughed a little, not knowing if she should comment on him saying he was tired. She knew there was no point, after all he would just brush that aside. Grinning, she moved her hand over, tapping the middle of his forehead gently.
"Perhaps you just do not have much in there," she teased.
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Post by Robin Hood on Aug 2, 2009 2:55:17 GMT 1
"Two. One girl, one boy...you know, just to make things even," he said in a joking tone.
He opened his eyes when she tapped his forehead. "Oh, there's plenty in there. Just nothing worth sharing is all."
Rolling to lie on his back again, he shifted back further, his feet flat on the bed with his knees bent. His hands resting on his stomach, he leaned his head back to look at her. "I know you don't like that I don't, Marian. It's not that I mean to upset you."
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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on Aug 2, 2009 3:05:32 GMT 1
"Sounds nice," she said with a laugh, glad he even admitted to what he wanted.
Marian giggled at his words, brushing her fingers along his forehead slowly. Soon he was moving and she pulled her hand away, allowing him to get comfortable. When he placed his feet in a way which brought his knees up, she gently placed a hand on one knee.
"I just hope that one day you'll find that you can tell me."
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Post by Robin Hood on Aug 2, 2009 3:10:38 GMT 1
"Boys" he said, smirking at her. "It would have to be boys. Any girl would turn out far too much like you, and we can't inflict another Marian on the world. It would not be fair."
Letting his eyes slide shut, he contemplated her words. "Maybe. One day. When I know what it is that you think I should be telling you. And perhaps when I feel less like I am dying."
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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on Aug 2, 2009 3:18:41 GMT 1
"You just said one of each. So which is it Robin?"
So he thought he might tell her everything one day? Not that she expected him too. Some things he already said he would never tell her, like his experience in the Holy Land.
"I want you to tell me everything. But I know it will not happen."
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Post by Robin Hood on Aug 2, 2009 3:27:09 GMT 1
Robin frowned, realising he was mixing up his words again. "Oh. I did, didn't I? Maybe one of each, as long as they are not so sneaky as you."
What she said caused the frown to deepen as he sighed, perplexed. "Everything? What is everything? Am I to tell you of the mundane goings on in every day of my life? I don't know what you want from me, Marian. Honestly."
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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on Aug 2, 2009 3:33:26 GMT 1
"It is them being as sneaky as you we need to worry about."
They were talking about children as if she was expecting, and she could not stop the smile. but then he was getting to something more serious.
"Everything in your mind, how you feel."
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Post by Robin Hood on Aug 2, 2009 3:40:41 GMT 1
"I suppose so. We wouldn't want little outlaws for children, would we?"
He coughed, putting the back of his hand against his mouth when it only made him feel more unwell. Dropping his hand when the coughing subsided, he looked at her as if she had taken leave of her senses. "Everything in my mind? That is a lot of everything."
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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on Aug 2, 2009 3:44:08 GMT 1
"Certainly not."
She squeezed his knee when he began to cough again, comforting him just by reminding him she was here. She rolled her eyes at his words, moving to kiss his forhead.
"you better start soon then."
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Post by Robin Hood on Aug 2, 2009 4:21:00 GMT 1
Robin sighed quietly when she kissed him. There was something incredibly comforting about the action, amidst all the aches and pains he was feeling. It felt like something heavy was sitting on his chest, stopping him from catching his breath, and the feeling that he was going to be sick was washing over him in constant waves.
Swallowing slowly against the feeling, he nodded absently, not really thinking about it. He let his head fall sideways so his cheek was pressed to the blankets, feeling miserable. "I feel terrible, Marian, but I hate to close my eyes. I don't like what I see."
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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on Aug 2, 2009 6:13:03 GMT 1
She kept her hand on his knee, the other going to his own, entwining their fingers. Suddenly he was talking, telling her the truth about his thoughts for the first time. He spoke so quietly but she could still hear his words.
"What do you see, my love?"
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