Title: Just A Glimpse
Author: Lili44
Genre: (AU) Romance/Fluffdom
Disclaimer: Sorry I do not own Robin Hood or any related characters.
Synopsis: Ever wondered how Will and Djaq fell for each other. This fluffy fic explores the feelings for the gangs youngest members and how true love can be found in the simplest of things. For Will and Djaq the past was dim, their present situation dangerous and doubtful but their future hopeful when they find each other, despite everything. Only one question remains; do they have the courage to make their feelings known to the other? Can they take that small step that appears to be a giant leap and find true happiness? Please check out the Banner for this Fic at my profile page.
Chapter 2 - A Beautiful Rarity in Nottingham
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She had been dreaming, dreaming of white sands and the hot sun, dreaming of home. She had awoke feeling a warm wind on her back, a warm wind that made her feel comforted and uncomfortable at the same time, that reminded her of home but also made her heart flutter in some strange unexplainable way. She rolled over to meet the deep, intense gaze of Will Scarlett who was sitting by the fire. She felt the cool air around her and new that the warmth she had been feeling moments ago was the intensity of his gaze not the actual wind, which was really freezing, she blushed deeply as he looked away.
She got up out of bed with flushed checks that became her so well. Too embarrassed at first she went down to the stream to wash and calm herself. 'One day I am going to make a fool of myself' she thought as she crossed to the river. 'He simply looks at you and you blush, like some foolish village girl who's drunk too much ale, you cannot even remain composed' she scorned herself. She both hated and loved that intense look he sometimes had when he gazed it her. Hated it because it made her feel so vulnerable, like he was analysing her and she never knew he saw.... what he thought. And loved it because she felt strange but warm feelings flowering in her chest, feelings she didn't quiet understand or fully comprehend but there nonetheless.
Having now regained composure but still with slightly flushed checks she shuffled through the leaf litter and back into the silent camp. She seated herself next to him by the fire where he was now whittling and wrapped her blanket up tight around her.
"morning Will"
"morning Djaq"
"How can you bare not to have a blanket, I am absolutely freezing"
He simply shrugged and grinned. She understood this simply reply, just the same as if he had spoken it.
"What's that you're whittling this morning?" she asked conversationally
Again he shrugged, but also added "nothing really just a little…" his words dissolved and he looked down to hide the flush in his cheeks.
He had been whittling a rose, a beautiful rarity in Nottingham these days. He had once seen one as a child and picked it for his mother and on giving it to her added no words - She understood. But this rose wasn't for his mother.
She mistook his looking down in
embarrassment for a looking away in pain.
"You miss them even
now, don't you." She said as more of a statement than a question.
He looked up at her with confusion in his eyes that was then replaced by understanding then pain. "Yes" he replied simply.
'I know it doesn't make your pain any less' she said softly, sensing that what he needed, 'but I understand a little about how you feel'.
He nodded his head, but with meaning, showing that he understood. "Does it ever get any easier?" he asked with the tiniest tone of hope in his voice.
"No" she replied preferring to be honest with him, him who was all honesty himself. "The pain is still the same, what you have lost is still significant, but you learn to live again, new things come along that make you feel joy again and you don't have as much time to dwell on what you have lost."
"but when I don't think about them, when I think about these other happy things I feel guilty, like I am not honouring their memory' he said dejectedly.
'No, they would want you to be happy again, they would want what's best for you' she replied.
He nodded his head with feeling and understanding.
They both sat by the fire, each lost in their own thoughts but glad for the nearby warmth and companionship of the other, Will every now and again stroking the whittling he held so preciously in his hands. They sat in comfortable silence until Much stirred and rolled over making the loud and unpleasant waking sounds that only he could make.
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