You see, I was feeling nostalgic, watching videos from my Robin Hood Videos playlist on YouTube (A good number of them are Allan/Marian), and this just popped into my head. Don't expect more from me on this fandom any time soon.
I used to be ArtemisADale
In, out. In, out. In, out.
Allan concentrated on his breathing, knowing that, if he got too out of control, he'd probably trip and end up dead. That always seemed to happen to him.
In, out. In, out. In, out.
He'd cheated death more times than he could count. He'd lied his way out of most everything, and, more often then not, he'd had an accomplice.
In, out. In, out. In, out.
There was the time, when he'd foolishly gotten himself about to hang, along with Will and his little brother. His tongue had been his undoing, that day.
In, out. In, out. In, out.
Facing off Robin, over a bit of boiling oil. Not the most pleasant experience, but he'd come out intact. Mostly.
In, out. In, out. In, out.
Marian, her dagger to his neck, threatening him.
In, out. In, out. In, out.
The battle against Robin in the castle, a prolonged fight that, for a bit, looked like it could turn either way.
In, out. In, out. In, out.
The heat of the desert pounding down on him as he was tied to giant posts.
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The fire, creeping closer and closer towards him.
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He barely noticed when the first arrow hit. It sunk in just above his right knee, and he didn't acknowledge it until he stumbled. Crying out momentarily, he pulled it out before continuing to sprint.
In, out. In, out. In, out.
The next three injuries were fatal, he knew that. He knew he was going to die, but that didn't stop him from trying to cheat death one last time before falling to the ground.
In, out. In, out. In, out.
"You…"
In, out. In, out. In, out.
He watched them take his body away. He watched the guards bundle it into a cloth and cart it away. For some reason, he didn't care. What did scare him, a bit, was why he was still here, why he was still on earth. Shouldn't he at least be somewhere…different? Isn't that what happened once you died?
"Allan?"
He knew it was her, so he didn't even bother turning around. "You again? Not bein' funny, but you're dead."
"So are you," Marian said, walking up to stand beside him. "You're coming with me, Tom's waiting for you."
"So I made it to hell then," Allan muttered, only half-joking.
With an irritated eye-roll, Marian grabbed his arm and they were gone.