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Marian storms out the house, beginning to run after she shuts the door. Her heart is racing and tears are forming in her eyes. She can't believe it. Robin and…the Queen? Or Regina, in this land, she thought passively. Her fingers tighten into fists, anger boiling inside her with such force that she could almost go back into that house and strangle that woman! But she doesn't. So she runs.
To Robin it might've been five years, but a few days ago she was happily in his arms, watching Roland fall fast asleep a few feet away. For a moment she thinks of Snow White and how information about her could've saved her happiness, but she stops herself from such selfish thoughts. She did the right thing. Of course she did. Snow is innocent…well, innocent enough.
Marian scans the town, noticing people staring at her, dress and all, running through the streets like a madwoman. Insecurities flow through her mind, and she turns down the nearest alley, trying to get away from judging eyes. She starts choking on her ragged breath, lungs tightening from the strain of running and crying at the same time. She nears what look to be boat docks and slows down her pace, enough that she was walking.
Her hands wipe her tear stricken face, then she runs her fingers through her winded hair. The thoughts in her mind were overwhelming, and all she could think was: impossible. Impossible that he could even look at that woman in a loving way! The way he stared at her in her house, the respect in his eyes, the faith that she's changed. Impossible.
How many nights did they travel through deep forests, escaping the Queen's wrath? How many people did they meet who's suffered it? How many threats have they spoken against her, planning her demise?
Marian shakes her head, eyes wild, and she screams. She actually screams. "UGH!" What the hell, Robin?!
In her hysteria, she lightly hears footsteps from behind her. Running. She spins around, and sees Robin, heading towards her. His face was livid and she was pissed. "HOW COULD YOU!" She yells at him from yards away, not moving in her spot. "YOU IDIOT!"
When he catches up to her, he says out of breath, "Marian. Wait," he begs, wanting to explain.
She raises her hand, closing her eyes, "Oh, no. You have nothing to say." And she sighs, the adrenaline slipping away, and she distinctly noticed grass and dirt on his shirt and face.
He moves closer to her, and a forming bruise on his face becomes clearer with the proximity, "Please, listen to me."
She glares at him, choosing not to care about his state of dress, but still not understanding how this amazing and wonderful man could ever in the history of everything that is good and righteous could fall for something so evil and malevolent. "What happened to you, Robin? You HATE her. You can't STAND royalty, and magic, and evil, and everything that she is! Or did you forget that?"
He pauses, watching his wife with sad eyes, his fight momentarily calming. "She's changed, Marian. She's different."
Marian waves her hands wildly, "HA! Okay, yeah. Of course she's changed! She's fooling you, Robin!"
Before he could say anything else, she cuts in, slightly lowering her voice, "And what about Roland? Haven't you thought about your own son being put in harms way? Haven't you the least bit concern for his own safety?"
His heart tightens as he remembers the day Regina saved Roland from the Wicked Witch's flying monkeys, and when Regina was more concerned about Roland than her own heart being in captivity of evil. "Roland trusts her," is all he could say without starting another story for another time.
And that was all he had to say; Marian's eyes drooped like a wilted flower. "But he's only a child, he doesn't know."
Robin's nostrils flared, fight coming back into his voice full force. "No, YOU don't know. You've been gone Marian! You don't know!"
Her breath hitches, and she turns around, beginning to walk away. But she continues talking. "I don't belong in this world," she whispers to herself. "I should've died."
Robin starts walking after her, hearing her words. "No, you technically never died—you just travelled through time."
She looks back and laughs at him. "Oh, because that makes it all better!"
He grunts, infuriated with her. "Marian, please, don't walk away."
She turns abruptly, almost crashing into him, but pushing him away just before they do. "Just go away, Robin," she hisses at him, needing space. "Oh and by the way, my son is staying with me." And she continues walking away to nowhere, leaving him standing on the docks, defeated and speechless.