He knew the story of Icarus. His mother had told him, when he was very young and the Gisborne estate was still intact. It had been many years ago, and until recently he had dismissed it as merely a hazy tale, a Greek myth that had come to England through the trading of slaves from exotic regions. But one night as he stared bemusedly out the window of his manor in Locksley, it occurred to him. In a way, he was Icarus.
She was his sun. Distant, radiant, warm-that was Marian. But when he tried to reach out to her, when he tried to fly near, she would become scorching. There would be eclipses some times, like when she kissed him in the castle or when she accepted his proposal, but even then he realized that ultimately she would burn him, and it was inevitable that he would fall.
(This is not only my first Robin Hood fic, but also my first drabble. I hope you enjoyed it. I'd like to think this fits nicely over the course of season 2, before the finale.
Thanks for reading! Reviews are welcome.)