Murderer's Lament, a Robin Hood BBC fanfiction
Minutes, hours, an eternity he spent with a dead girl in his arms, rocking her broken body gently back and forth in time to the wind's desolate wail. The tears he had shed dried on his face, and his entire body ached with thirst, hunger, and exhaustion. It was late, early morning perhaps. He didn't care to glance at the moon to know for sure. He knew he couldn't stay for long. Soon he would have to leave her, this girl who had died for him.
Gently, carefully, Guy pulled away from her, untangling his hands from her matted hair. She was still warm. He reclined her against the tree and gingerly tucked her hands over her lap. With her eyes closed and head turned from him, she looked almost as though she were resting, the pale moonlight her paramour. The bloodstain at her side belied that infinitely favorable idea. Experienced as Guy had become at lying, he could no longer hope to deceive himself. Not in the face of that glistening liquid, not when it coated his hands.
Not since Marian's death.
He knew that thought ought to have set him off again, but his tears were spent. One last caress, one final farewell to the maid who would forever sleep beneath the moonlight—Meg—and Guy stood, and strode into the darkness of the forest.
Behind him, Meg stirred.
Disclaimer: Not mine. :)
Author's Note: And here's another one! It won't be continued because I am at present too strapped for time, but I like Meg to much to have her die every time. :)
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