Author's note: Be warned! This revolves around a picture from the finale of Djaq and Will sharing a kiss (no, I'm not joking). So this is just my little insight into it. Enjoy!
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It was meant to be fleeting. Something that flashed through Will's mind when a grim Robin woke them up, quietly telling them to prepare for battle. The thought lingered as he picked up his axe and she her sword, both nervous but resigned to the fate that laid before them.
He glanced at her, regrets streaming through his mind - if only he wasn't so shy, if only he had enough guts as she did, if only they had more time...If only, if only, if only.
Will wasn't going to walk into what could be their final battle with any regrets. Not one.
"Djaq," he murmured, voice soft but full of such raw emotion that it unnerved him. She looked up at him, brown eyes meeting blue and he still couldn't understand how after a thousand shared looks, her eyes still left him bare like this. But he did not feel achingly exposed this time; rather, he felt fulfilled as if the world, in that one moment, had finally come together just for them.
Setting his axe down, he walked closer, hands reaching out hesitantly to rest on her hips. He heard her soft gasp and suddenly, his doubts surfaced anxiously - they were pressed for time, their friends needed them, the battle cries of the mercenaries demanded for their blood...
Brown and blue eyes locked again, his worries open for her to read. Not surprisingly, she understood. Djaq always understood. A smile, sad and beautiful, appeared and she let her sword go, cupping his face. With her gentle touch, his thoughts stilled, his worries no longer important to him. This was more important to him. She was more important to him.
Honestly, Will didn't know who initiated it and who followed - those concerns completely fled his mind because it was another world when their lips met.
No mercenaries, no impending danger. No Sheriff, no saving a country. Just Will and Djaq, two separate souls intertwined together. Here, they did not have to worry about losing each other because they were already lost in each other. In her embrace, he belonged and he knew he wasn't meant to be anywhere else. He absorbed everything - the passion, the need, the love they shared for one another - and he locked it away, safe from a reality that desired to interfere.
But they could no longer deny their dangerous situation. Reluctantly, they pulled back as everything flooded back to them. The cries were growing louder, more ferocious, and he ached to know that their time was fading.
They lingered for a moment, storing the memory close to their hearts before the end. Then that moment was gone and he pulled away to grab his axe while she grabbed her sword. He heard Robin call their names towards the front of the barn and they both moved to join their friends, weapons raised and ready to follow. His heart pounded as Little John muttered behind him, "Today is a good day to die."
He felt her fingers brush against his hand, deliberately, and he glanced at her. He let their fingers link as Robin prepared to open the doors towards their end.