Show: Robin Hood
Title: Whispers from a Ghost
Author: SciFiDVM
Time-frame: post series 2
Spoilers: anything through the end of series 2
Ships: RobinMarian
Summary: Robin laments his loss
Archiving: if you want to put it somewhere else feel free – just please ask first
Disclaimer: This is purely for entertainment purposes and I receive no compensation for this. No copyright infringement intended. Seriously, if I owned Allan do you think I'd be sitting around writing on my computer? A clue… no.
Author's note:This one is short and quite angst-y. I don't know why I was in this kind of mood today. I blame the bunnies.
Whispers from a Ghost
Robin stood in the corner of what had once been her room. He waited, frozen in the shadows of the darkened castle. It was the way he had always hidden, waiting for her to return. This time she never would. His body remained ghastly still while his eyes focused on a single object across the room, and his mind raced. It raced with the speed of one of the Sultan's fastest pigeons, over the tumultuous ocean and scorching sands, back to the blood stained earth where the only thing that mattered to him anymore was buried.
His eyes never broke their contact with the emerald ring that sat atop a piece of paper on her desk. He could not bring himself to approach the objects, but he knew, he could feel, that the letter was written to him. In the haste before the Sheriff dragged her on that fateful journey, she had taken a moment to leave him a note, in the vain hope that he would survive his birthday trap and come for her. Part of him wanted desperately to read it, to hear her voice from beyond the grave, and to feel her love wash over him once more. It certainly contained a plea for his help, vows of her eternal love for him, and hope for a plan that now could never be. Part of him realized that there were no words, nothing that she could have written to him, that would dull the pain in his chest or ease his guilt. The words, beautifully inked on the delicate parchment, were now nothing more than whispers from a ghost.
As Robin's inner struggle played out, unadulterated rage and unbridled pain fighting for emotional dominance, a noise brought him into the present. He could hear Gisborne's voice trailing down the hallway outside the door. As the dim glow from a candle pausing there could be seen through the crack under the door, Robin bolted quickly for the desk.
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When Gisborne opened the door to what had been Marian's room in the castle, he found it dark and empty. A cold gust blew in from an opened window and sent a loose piece of paper fluttering out of it. He walked past the empty desk and closed the shutters. He looked around the room briefly, unable to ignore the feeling that something was out of place. When he could find nothing out of the ordinary, he stared sadly at nothing in particular for a few moments. Then anger overtook him and he flung the desk and chair violently across the room, shattering them against the wall. He then left, slamming the door behind him.
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Robin slowly walked through the streets of Nottingham with his hood up, hiding his face. His hand gently fondled the ring in his pocket as he headed towards the forest. Behind him, a single piece of paper floated gently to the ground. It came to rest in a puddle, and the ink on its surface began to bleed and disappear. The small portion of the paper that had landed outside of the water bore the words:
I love you Robin, for now and forever, Marian
The water soaked into the paper, and eventually those words also began to run and fade.