AN: Tiny oneshot/drabble idea I had. Don't know where exactly to place it. Just somewhere after returning from NYC.
Summary: Somehow inbetween past and future everything had changed. OUTLAWQUEEN. ONESHOT... small moment in the woods.
Somehow Inbetween Past And Future Everything Had Changed
"What she said is true", he said as if it had no meaning and I flinched knowing that by 'she' he meant my wicked sister.
And I remained silent because it was easier and I didn't know what I wanted, either.
Because knowing the truth that I never wanted to know about in the first place, hurt.
I had wanted a family with him for so long now. Did. Still do. But that had been then. This was now and somehow inbetween past and future everything had changed. Everything but the one constant that had always been there. We were in this together and that went without saying.
We have had destroyed illusions and had been laughing at that as if they weren't worth anything.
It was right here, months ago that we had been walking on thin ice. Breaking boundaries that were way too dangerous to ever even come close to.
We had been fully aware of what we had been doing back then. But we had ignored it as one ignores almost off-dried-but-still-partially wet soils and asphalts and it is only in the rare moments when one falls and makes contact with it that one realises too late that it has already started soaking through the materials of one's clothing and into one's skin and therefore will be stuck with one for long after one will have made one's way back.
But that didn't matter anymore now. The past was in the past. Or not even that because everything had changed. And not even the past was what it seemed anymore. Marian had never actually been here even though somehow she was still haunting me in my dreams.
"We will love this child as much as we love our other children", I said. Robin didn't say anything leaving this hanging there in the air around us. 'This' that shouldn't have to be said but somehow I felt better after saying it out loud not carrying it on my mind on my own, anymore.
With every word realities came closer. With every reality came the fear.
I have told him that once before and I have never wanted to say it again, but I could love him.
I could love him, he would hate me because I can't let go. I would hate him because he is as he is. Because he does care and he is as stranded as me.
But it was too late for that by now anyway. I loved him.
And I was able to see the hurt and the sorrow in his eyes mirroring and mixing with mine.
"Let's go home", he said eventually and I didn't say anything about his choice of words.
Because we both knew that he knows of the saying about home being where the heart is. Well not literally that is.
And then we vanished within a cloud of purple smoke and seconds later nothing was left of us there. Nothing but the lingering scent of Paradise smelling like the Garden of Eden did in one's wildest dreams. Of pines and half off dried leaves mixed with pomegranades and peaches, cherries and apples.
Of soulmates.