#loverofrobinhood

[lover-of-robin-hood]

❝ You don’t seem like a public menace to me. ❞ --InnocentManWithABounty

A slight scoff is all she can manage at first. Public menaces? Is that what they were labeling people who openly rebelled for the cause of true justice? She should have expected as much.

“Yes, well if you get to know me better, you might come to be of a very different opinion.” she gently remarks with a hint of bitter laughter. Her trembling fingers coil around the bars that held her captive in the prisons. 

“And might I ask, what brings you to this dark place?” Comes Marian’s inquiry. “Were you just strolling through or are you here to help me?” She prompts. 

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[lover-of-robin-hood]

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((Continuation of http://lover-of-robin-hood.tumblr.com/post/151479041251/open-to-all))

Ezra made his way to the woman and began attempting to untangle her cloak from the thorns. It took a lot of concentration for him to see through the rain and avoid cutting his fingers on the thorns, but he managed to give the woman a polite smile in response to her attempt at small talk.

"It is indeed a notable downpour." He agreed. "Although I would be more capable of appreciating it if I were sitting next to a fire, watching it through a window."

"There." He announced when he finally managed to get the thorns detached. "Did I miss any?"

[yhos]

"This is gonna hurt..."

The captain had expected as much of an answer. Summoning all the inner strength he possessed, he steeled himself for her aid.

“I’m ready.”

[lover-of-robin-hood]

~open to all~

“The Sheriff’s men.... they are coming here. Now! You have to go....” Marian stated, almost breathlessly. She had gotten to the camp as soon as she had heard the news. 

[lover-of-robin-hood]

my gifs: Marian as the Nightwatchman~ the warrior 

[lover-of-robin-hood]

🌧 (minstrelmerryman)

Send 🌧 to find my muse passed out in the middle of a rainstorm

As the Nightwatchman Marian had concocted a great many bad ideas, the worst of which was to rob Gisborne on the eve before their marriage was set to take place. It had all been going smoothly until a guard alerted Gisborne to her presence in the house. She raced up the stairs and barricaded herself in the upper room. To her dismay and disbelief, Gisborne got an ax and started to hack away at the door. 

Hearing Robin’s voice she decided it would be a better idea to run straight through the dark-haired knight. She couldn’t have been more wrong. In the scuffle of her escape, Gisborne had connected a sharp hit to her middle. A pain like she had never felt before tore through the fabric of her thick cloak and into her chest.

The thunder of a distant storm rumbles loudly as she makes her way into the shadows of Sherwood forest. Marian unfortunately, gets separated from the gang as the storm sets in. A driving rain breaks forth from the skies and begins to pelt the earth everywhere around her. The brunette’s once hasty pace towards the cave where the outlaws were hiding, slowed suddenly as her legs gave way beneath her.  

The brunette slips to the ground with a barely audible thud, unable to take another step forward of her own volition. Her paled face buried in a tangle of wet twigs, leaves, and mud. It is in the dense underbrush that her consciousness fades into a bitter and uncertain darkness. Blood marks her side, indicating the presence of an injury she tried to ignore.

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