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Robin coughed, feeling as if his lungs were on fire. "Everyone gets colds, Marian."
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{outlawmother} "You're meant to be stronger than this."
Robin coughed, feeling as if his lungs were on fire. "Everyone gets colds, Marian."
Jefferson sighed. “I have. She allowed her magic to travel all the way to Wonderland to rip me back out of there and into this land. It was worse then.”
Robin knew that he was talking about Regina, but the queen of the past, not the woman he now knew. “But you survived, and you have your daughter. You seem happy enough.”
"I survived but just barely. If the Queen of Hearts hadn’t wanted me alive for her use, I wouldn’t have ever seen my daughter again," Jefferson sighed, "Now I am…after the savior managed to end the curse but it doesn’t make up for the hell I lived through to get here.”
"If there’s one thing I’ve learned in all of my travels, it’s that you can’t truly enjoy the present until you’ve found a way to leave the past in the past." Allowing your past misdeeds and transgressions against you consume you only makes the happiness impossible.
"Sometimes the scars of the past are too much to be escaped. To leave it all in the past would be to ignore what it’s done to the present, to ignore the damage and forget. Some deeds are unforgivable and unable to be forgotten."
"I hope, both for Regina's sake and for my own, that you are wrong. Who decides when someone has atoned enough for their past misdeeds? You can learn from your mistakes and move on without forgetting them, but also without letting them constantly haunt you. I have to believe that." He'd done so much wrong before he'd met Marian, before he'd changed his ways. Jefferson seemed to think that his crimes would forever be visited upon him, that forgiveness was impossible. He prayed that was not the case.
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Begin Again - Robin/Marian
Marian listened to his description of the world and too good to be true was all she could think. It seemed like some kind of strange paradise not something even she had dreamed of.
"I don’t recall any plans to leave the forest." She said. They had found joy in the woods of Sherwood, a home that had warmed her heart. "Isn’t a home just… the people that you are with, the people who love and support you?"
"Don’t you? Maybe it was just me, then. I hoped that once King Richard returned that we could move back into my family estate. Rebuild it, have more children, make the Locksley name something to be proud of again." All of those dreams had changed when she had died, and he had moved the group to the Enchanted Forest. Now he had new dreams, and those too were being disrupted.
"You would truly be happy living in the forest for the rest of your life? What about a proper education for Roland? We have no tutors here. I hate to say this to you, Marian, but things have changed. We are in a different land with different people and our old way of life feels antiquated to me."
"I didn’t always plan for King Richard’s return, it was never a certainty that he would." Marian admitted. "I just wanted to do the good work and be happy with what we had no matter how little. I was genuinely happy in Sherwood."
"Much is different here." Marian agreed, Robin it seemed most of all. She looked at the woods and took in the smell of them. "I suppose all dreams must change with time or crumble to dust."
"I was happy too, but a part of me always felt it was temporary. After Roland was born I felt the target on my back more heavily. I grew up with a mother and I didn't want that for my son, or to not have a father. Yet that's exactly what happened." It was strange, that coincidence.
"Yes, dreams must change. The less fortunate no longer need our aid. So we'll make new dreams." And therein lay the problem, because all of his dreams of late had featured Regina.
Just Give Me A Reason
Marian looked up at him with red rimmed eyes as he threw his tiny little fit. Though she did not appreciate his self pity, she at lest appreciated that he knew she was the one who was suffering the most. “Don’t be so self pitying. I am not calling you the bad guy.” She said, though part of her did hate him, she hated him for existing in the place that her husband should be. “The woman who would have killed me, or did in another course of events, she is the bad guy. Though your truth hurts it does not take that title from her.”
"Now," She said dabbing her eyes with the apron she wore, "I want you to go away for some time. When I am ready to talk on what we shall do with the remnants of our relationship I will go to the woods."
Robin felt the air swoop out of his lungs. She blamed Regina. She couldn’t be more wrong.
"It’s not her fault that you died. It was mine. I should never have put you in harm’s way in the first place. Roland was still an infant and your place was with him, not with me on a job. We vowed to protect one another and I failed you." The guilt he’d carried over that day rose the forefront once more. He’d learned to own his mistake. Now he finally had the chance to apologize to the one person who could truly forgive him.
"I am so sorry, Marian."
"Robin," Marian looked up at him. "It was my fight too. It was always my fight, maybe even more than yours. I believed… I still believe that there are things worth fighting for, worth dying for. Maybe I was alone when I needed you, maybe I’m alone now when I need… someone who doesn’t exist anymore but Queen Regina was the hand that took my life from you both."
There were tears in her eyes no matter how she fought them away. She could see now how her husband had died… it pained her to think this guilt had slayed him and no matter what she said now it wouldn’t bring him back.
He shook his head. "Once Roland was born my priorities should have changed. I swung too far from selfishness, and instead put everyone in the kingdom ahead of our family. Putting you in danger that way is unforgivable. Oh I'm aware I would have had to tie you up to keep you from going, but I would have done it." Refusing to let her come along likely would have sparked the loudest fight they'd ever had, but she would have lived.
"I know you blame Regina, but the fault does not fall solely on her shoulders. Can you at least acknowledge that?"
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He pulled back to look into her eyes, quirking an eyebrow. “Be with me?” Was she saying what he thought she was saying? It only made sense that she wanted to be with him in the same way that he craved being with her. They were truly perfectly matched.
"Here?" Whatever she wanted, wherever she wanted it, he would oblige.
Regina smiled, and nodded. “Of course I want to be with you; I want to be yours, and I want you to be mine.” She leaned into him again. “What are you thinking of, Robin?”
She laughed again. “Here, at home, it doesn’t matter. Just be mine.”
She didn't have to tell him twice. He clasped her face in his hands and kissed her with a heat and passion he'd restrained in the past and could no longer hold back. She'd given him permission to show her how he felt - everything that he felt. Including an overwhelming desire to kiss every inch of her skin and make her moan his name so loudly it scared nearby wildlife.
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"I know, I’m pushing. I apologize. I only wish that you could see what I do when I look at you." Strength, beauty, and above all heart. An enormous heart that she was still hiding from the world. From everyone but him and Henry.
"You’re being…supportive." Her lips hesitantly quirked up. "You’re caring." Yes, he was caring. He had been since they met. Him and Henry…they’re were her constant reminders. Her smile grew. "What?" She teasingly inquired, not adding her own thoughts. She was curious and scared, but she didn’t run when she was scared. Scared of happiness and herself, never him, well, rarely him.
"What do I see?" His second chance at happiness and love. Yes, love. More and more he was sure that he loved her.
"I see an imperfect woman, whose flaws so closely mirror my own that sometimes I can't believe she's real."
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Just Give Me A Reason
And just with that one word Marian’s heart cracked. She thought she had already done so. She thought she was prepared to hear it was over but hearing it now it was so much worse than what she was ready for. Her head fell into her hands and she sobbed out. In pain, in mourning of a man she had loved so dearly whom he said was gone now. Her salvation had been a miracle, truly but not enough of one to save him too and it burned her insides. Her husband was gone and a strange sad stranger wore his face.
"Marian…" He wanted to reach out to her, to hold her, but he knew he shouldn’t. He insides felt torn apart, pulled in multiple directions and none of them good ones. He slammed a fist on the table in frustration.
"None of this should be happening! No matter what I do I end up being the bad guy and I haven’t done anything wrong! And you, you’re the most innocent and yet you’re suffering the most!" He stood quickly, his chair falling onto its back behind him. His anger was flowing straight to his fists, just as it used to do before he met Marian. He needed to punch something, at the moment he felt Emma Swan deserved to be the recipient.
Marian looked up at him with red rimmed eyes as he threw his tiny little fit. Though she did not appreciate his self pity, she at lest appreciated that he knew she was the one who was suffering the most. “Don’t be so self pitying. I am not calling you the bad guy.” She said, though part of her did hate him, she hated him for existing in the place that her husband should be. “The woman who would have killed me, or did in another course of events, she is the bad guy. Though your truth hurts it does not take that title from her.”
"Now," She said dabbing her eyes with the apron she wore, "I want you to go away for some time. When I am ready to talk on what we shall do with the remnants of our relationship I will go to the woods."
Robin felt the air swoop out of his lungs. She blamed Regina. She couldn't be more wrong.
"It's not her fault that you died. It was mine. I should never have put you in harm's way in the first place. Roland was still an infant and your place was with him, not with me on a job. We vowed to protect one another and I failed you." The guilt he'd carried over that day rose the forefront once more. He'd learned to own his mistake. Now he finally had the chance to apologize to the one person who could truly forgive him.
"I am so sorry, Marian."
"I wanna save that light in your eyes."
Regina exhaled deeply, her brown eyes closed for a second before replying to the man. “How will you do that, Robin?”
He pulled her close and buried her fingers in his hair. "I have no idea. But this seems like a good start."