I'm usually a very shadowy follower of things I like but your Robin Hood project has gripped my brain by the teeth and I just had to indulge the ideas.
I adore the (hypothetical) interactions between Robin and Guy - the sketches you've done thus far have fuelled me, soooo I wrote a little thing and I hope I'm not intruding by sharing it and having taken my own creative liberties with the circumstances and character behaviours. It's (shamelessly) inspired by that tiny sketch you did where Robin saves Guy, and it's certainly not the greatest thing I've written but I like it and I hope you do to (I shall be hiding from Tumblr for the next day because sharing this is making me nervous but I'll be quiet now).
The ground was rather far away, which was rarely a good thing, but most times Robin was confident in his ability to remain steady and safe at his high vantage point. In this moment, however, he found himself dangling off the side of a tall, grim building. The only thing keeping him from plummeting was Robin's own five fingers; his second hand was grasped tight to that of Guy Gisborne, an added weight that strove to drag Robin to the cold, harsh concrete below.
All in all, not a position Robin had ever intended to find himself in, but he'd made his choice the moment he'd dove over the edge to save the man who'd tried, yet again, to kill him.
Not the worst situation, though, Robin mused to himself, his foot searching for a crevice, ledge, anything to secure himself on.
He spared a glance down at Guy, who stared back, eyes wide, the wind tearing through his braids.
"Hold on, won't you," Robin told him, struggling to muster his usual cheer.
Guy said nothing.
Robin's foot finally found purchase, and with the very dregs of his strength, he hoisted himself back onto the rooftop, inch by painful inch.
As soon as his knees were steady on the concrete, Robin reached down, took Guy's forearm with his now free hand, and pulled him up.
Once past the edge, Guy slumped, trembling, against Robin, head resting on his shoulder. They sat like that for several, rather uncomfortable moments, Robin thought, until Guy looked up at him.
… Robin didn't think he had an answer. He could have let Guy fall, could have let him tumble to the pavement below and call it a threat eliminated. The thing was, Guy hadn't ever really been a threat, not even when he'd first jumped Robin in that alley.
Robin grinned, combing his fingers through his hair, as if it would fix the mess he'd made of it. "I've gotten quite used to your attempts on my life by now. Things would doubtless get boring had I let you die."
Guy sat back, forcing a scowl, but Robin didn't miss the colour in his freckled cheeks. "Right."
Robin patted him on the shoulder, the one that hadn't been wrenched from its socket when he'd caught Guy mid-fall. "You really should learn some manners."
It was incredibly amusing to see Guy's expression shift from flustered to outright incredulous. "What?"
Robin grinned wide and stood. He adjusted the feather in his breast pocket before saying, "A thanks is in order, no? After all, it's not every day the man you are supposed to murder saves you from your own death."
Robin watched as Guy got to his feet, unsteady and wincing. His gaze fixed the floor, and Robin saw his lips move, uttering a word his hearing aids failed to pick up.
Robin tilted his head, knowing well the answer to his question. "What was that? I'm afraid I didn't hear."
Guy stepped up to Robin, expression returned to the almost unbreakable bored, serious look Robin had grown far too accustomed to. However, when Guy spoke, his words were brimming with sincerity. "Thank you, Robin. I mean it."
Ah. Guy's mild irritation with him, Robin could handle. Guy's attempts to murder him, Robin could also handle. This? Guy's absolute earnestness, was a different sort of challenge.
For several seconds too long, Robin foundered for something to say, and he wondered how much of it showed on his face. Any amount was too much.
Robin fixed his expression, raising an eyebrow and reassuming his smile. "Of course you mean it, I expect nothing less of my favourite assassin."
Robin turned, but not before he saw the colour return to Guy's cheeks. "You had best get that arm of yours fixed before we next meet. I could point you towards a rather good doctor should you like, but I'm afraid she's rather fed up of my antics, so you'll have to find your own way." He spoke without looking back - he didn't need to see Guy's face, didn't need to hear whatever he said next. He thought he caught something, a blur of words impossible to discern, but Robin only waved, making for the fire escape ladder on the side of the building.
Hastily, he descended, and the moment he was on the ground, Robin stepped into the busy street, implementing himself into the crowds of London. He glanced up at where he'd left Guy and spotted him near the edge of the roof. Robin wondered if he was looking for him before putting the thought aside. There were other matters to attend.
I also drew them because yes and I highly doubt this'll be the last I'm compelled to create and share of them, but I shall leave you be now (thanks so much for creating such an amazing story).
This is INCREDIBLE! I’m so glad you shared it, dude! So are the sketches.
You managed to write Robin and Guy so accurately, and I’m glad to see the inclusion of his hearing aid not picking something up.
Also the bit where Guy’s head is on Robin’s shoulder? 😳
What’s their ship even called? GuyRob 😭😭😭? RobGuy.. Hoodbourne 😭😭…. GreenGun? Up to you guys.
Beautiful writing, I really enjoyed it! I’d love more ofc, I always do, from all of you guys. My moons are talented!