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ᴘᴀʀʟᴇʀ ᴀ̀ ✘ ʟᴀᴅʏ ᴍᴀʀɪᴀɴ ✘ @leasteasilywon

          It wasn’t supposed to be her. It should have been one of Hood’s thugs, or some rabid supporter, some insignifcant INSECT that Guy could care less for. But not her ------ not his Marian. But it is her behind the mask when he tears it from her face. It’s her with his dagger buried in her belly. No. No no no no no no------

The dagger is cast aside, and he hears more than sees it clatter somewhere against the floor. “Marian! What did you do, what---” Act quickly, do something SAVE HER YOU DID THIS. His hands instinctively go to her side to stem the flow of blood. Eyes lift, servants who heard the commotion and reported the intruder are gathering, startled by the scene. “---Don’t stand there gawking, GET A PHYSICIAN!” They scramble into action, darting off every which direction to obey the order in spite of their confusion.

Getting his arms underneath her, Guy cradles Marian carefully in his arms. The table, get her there, lay her out --- dispose of the Nightwatchman’s garb. (Treasonous thinking, but no one can know. He will need to ensure the silence of the household staff. Kill them, if he has to.)

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ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs / ᴍᴀʀɪᴀɴ / @leasteasilywon

          People do not change near as much as they think they do --- he likes to think he has after several lifetimes, yet what has he done with each new life? Pursued the same path, drawn toward it like a moth to flame, and let it burn him alive. He is born, he remembers, and he finds her. Sometimes she loves him. Many times she does not. And every time, it ends the same way.

Maybe it’s hope driving it in every iteration. Foolish, foolish hope.

The gift-giving, too, has never changed, even if those gifts are less gaudy and obstentatious in the modern era. Today, it’s a small pot of bright red flowers. He shrugs his shoulders a little when he presents them, almost sheepish. “Amaryllis,” he explains. “Cut flowers die so easily --- I wanted something that would last.”

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ᴘᴀʀʟᴇ ᴀ̀ ✘ ᴍᴀʀɪᴀɴ ᴏꜰ ᴋɴɪɢʜᴛᴏɴ ( @leasteasilywon )

          House arrest was supposed to be quite simple: she did not leave without permission, and if she did she was to be accompanied by a member of the guard. Guy is not exactly surprised to find her missing from her room, nor for anyone to know where she’s gone --- but given time, she will return. She has to, if she doesn’t want her father to suffer the consequences of her willfulness. For this reason alone, he does not report her disappearance (he had some heart, some level of sympathy in regards to her, no matter how he may wish to deny its existence) opting instead to linger outside the door and wait.

Just when he’s getting too restless, that is when she returns ------ turning ‘round the corner and slowing when she sees him. Eyes narrow, his arms folded across his chest with an irritated expression. “Where did you go?”

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‘  when will you learn? when will you learn that your actionS HAVE CONSEQUENCES!  ’ from leasteasilywon

ᴀ ᴅᴇᴍᴀɴᴅᴇ́ ✘ ʀɪᴘ ᴠɪɴᴇ ɪ ᴍɪss ᴜ ✘ @leasteasilywon

          Marian SHRIEKS like some possessed thing, her hysterics something he’s never witnessed before and after seeing it now —— he has no desire to ever again. It frankly rattles him, how a woman who was normally so composed even while displeased with him could suddenly shout with such ferocity that he suddenly worries for his own life. Mouth parts around a response, some unintelligable response working its way up his throat that he cannot seem to give shape to.

After several moments, it snaps shut again. He has no reason to justify himself to her, for anything he’s done. It doesn’t concern her anymore. Not after humiliating him at what should have been their wedding. She has no power over him, and he has all the power over her. Yet —— it irritates him how untrue that actually is.

Damn her, and damn his heart.

Guy reaches for her, taking her by the arm and pulling her away and into the hall where their conversation might go unobserved. “What makes you think I had a choice in the matter?” He hisses back. “It isn’t by my command that this happened —— or would you rather speak to the SHERIFF about his decision, and see what comes of your dissent?”

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#u ever notice that#the one time guy's attempt at physical affection isn't really clumsy#is the one time he's like#genuinely momentarily concerned for her well being#and strokes her hair when he's trying to convince her to run

THANKS I HATE IT

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:// ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛɪɴɢ... → ɴᴏ ᴅᴀᴛᴀ // @leasteasilywon (sc)

          There are probably easier ways of soliciting the help of a pro-bono lawyer than to get himself arrested and get her assigned as his legal help, but no one ever accused Aiden of doing things the easy way either. It worked well anyway, allowed him to observe her and speak to her without it being too suspicious. Granted his utter calm in the face of the assault charge that got him here to start with likely doesn’t make him seem less so. Or else paints him as some sort of sociopath.

He watches the woman enter the room and leans back in his chair --- hands still cuffed to the table, phone confiscated along with his coat and hat. Green eyes take her in, then his head cants, waiting for her to speak first.

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“You’re going to kill me? Is it really so easy for you?” From leasteasilywon, byeeee

ᴀ ᴅᴇᴍᴀɴᴅᴇ́ ✘ sɪʟᴇɴᴛ ʜɪʟʟ ǫᴜᴏᴛᴇs ✘ @leasteasilywon

          They’ve been married for eleven years in this life. It’s probably the longest they’ve ever managed to remain together before her memories returned. It’s been a good run, too — his position is secure, they’re wealthy enough to be comfortable, they have a son… The things he’s wanted, finally obtained, and about to be taken from him again. He knows now when they reach this point, there’s nothing that can be said that will change anything. The pistol is drawn, ready to be fired —— and then she speaks, and he goes still.

She had never been so calm as she was in this moment. Maybe it was the nature of how her memories came back, the most traumatic of them returning before anything else. Or maybe now she’s grown to expect it from him that allows her to stand her ground and glare at him, defiant in the face of what he plans to do. His mouth goes dry, tongue darting out to we his lips nervously. “It’s never easy,” he responds hesitantly. “But I have to.”

He doesn’t sound so sure, suddenly.

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‘ i came to help you. ‘ from leasteasilywon

        She shouldn’t be here, he was going into battle. He knew Marian could hold her own but...  “ I can’t lose you, Marian, ”  he said, resting a hand on her cheek.