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"I said terrible things to those men. The bravest, most loyal men in England. I didn’t want anymore blood on my hands. Truth is, I’d die for them.”

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We don’t even ask for happiness, just a little less pain.

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♛ Multi-muse blog for Marian and Guy of Gisborne of the Robin Hood BBC series.

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I didn’t fall in love with you. I walked into love with you, with my eyes wide open, choosing to take every step along the way. I do believe in fate and destiny, but I also believe we are only fated to do the things that we’d choose anyway. And I’d choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you.

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#Verse: The Golden Afternoon

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The Golden Duo

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It isn’t as though he hasn’t noticed. He has. The familiarity of her hand on his arm, the way it fits into the crook of his elbow. The warmth of her, by his side, as ever, always, because they two are rarely apart, in these new golden days, and he is still a Man, fallible, prone to mistake and weakness.

And yet it had taken him so long to notice, hadn’t it? Years upon years, and still it only crept upon him like the long reach of an afternoon sun, slowly teasing him from a long morning’s slumber, and still, he won’t look it square in the face, call it by name. He only feels it, as he feels her next to him, a constant and curious companion. “As would I.”

He is not unhappy here, in the court of Ambergeldar, but there are times it wears on him: the never-ending stream of people, the titles, the responsibilities. On those days, he’s happiest away from the palace, out amongst the trees or along the waterside, or at the Birches, with Marian, Kiseki and Lineave gazing peacefully nearby, and now, he can think of no better way to spend the evening. “Shall we stop by the kitchens and see if we can charm a picnic supper out of the cook?”

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"Then, it is decided."

They would escape. It shouldn't make her smile so, but it wasn't as though such a thing would surprise any of the three people who knew her best here, nor like she could not see that it brightened up Caspian. The actualization of his own suggestion. An escape that would not leave him clutching curtains, no matter how amusing the memory would be to keep.

She brushed his shoulder at a nudge, conspiratorily even as she headed them both toward the door. "And something warm to drink, and something sweet, if it can be found. To celebrate the victory of our outwitting of your dearest, ardent admirers."

She would joke that anywhere else -- anywhere that was not Milliways, or the staff of Ambergeldar who at times seemed much wiser than the court of Ambergeldar -- that anyone would think they were clandestinely running off together, at nearing so late an hour and so secretive. But they always came back.

Wind tussled and pink-cheeked, same as they went, and more peaceful for it.

Like something restless in their souls found itself and then brought them home.

#{ Threads }#{ Verse: The Golden Afternoon }

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The Golden Duo

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"Alas," Marian replied breezily.

Diffidence in voice against her growing smile, as though his friendship, her longest and dearest she had left to her, especially given the path she walked now, was something as simple and passable those two syllables. “You were the ones who thought it might do my heart good to have more people to talk to. It is not my fault if take my cues from the wrong crowd if they are all you give me.”

As though Marian, of all people in this castle, knew not how to stand rigid upon morals and idealism, and, yes, even rage, in the face of the worst a court could, and had, dished out.

"To the Silver Birches?" Marian suggested, thinking of wanting to be further that just the gardens, were several people might end up. "We could walk? Or ride?" She considered as she went on, smile tugging toward something truly impish. "There’s always looking at your ship again. That never seems to dampen your spirit. Maybe its grown another barnacle in the day you’ve been away."

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"If you call them friend, lady, I will stay my harsh words.”

He can afford to be gallant, in theory, because he knows the truth of it: that the ladies of the court are by and large a silly, twittering lot, and that few of them have any real interest in him apart from his title and position in the Ambergeldan court — and of those, any professed friendship towards Marian is likely to be a less than mutual feeling.

His gallantry does not dim for its lack of application towards the court ladies: instead, he offers an arm to Marian, before glancing around the frame of the door she’d come in through. “You would have me scrubbing the hull with my own two hands, from the water, I see. I say we take the horses to the waterside, and perhaps to the Birches from there — let’s give Lineave a chance to stretch her legs a little, shall we?”

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But that is the cinch of it, so easily put. Because she doesn't.

They are not, all of them, such a bad lot. It is simply that while they worry about hats and balls and certain eligible young Lords, who might be more one than the other, Marian will never be much like them.

She can affect it. Flawlessly, if she has to. But she doesn't often here.

Here. Where it will not cost someone their life or livelihood if she does not.

Here. Where not one Lady would be more than scandalized to think of the idea.

It is easy to joke that she has befriended them and found them lacking, but it is the reverse that is almost too much more true. They have attempted befriending her -- for Lord Caspian's being so close to her, as much as Queen Amy and King Perry, and even the children, whom she watches over at times -- and all come away with cool, but more confusing than conclusive, results.

They are kind and often almost too clueless in ways Marian can never be again, and though she hates them for it in some moments, she wouldn't want it ripped from them. Not even by her own hands. And she's never had anything but the utmost adoration for the few, but great, who truly knew her.

Even as she rolled her eyes up at the point of one right now, like it was too tedious to even pretend in deed and word the friendship of his followers, and Amy's great round of cycling ladies. She stepped closer, and let her fingers wrap against the crook his arm, even as she erred back toward a rueful smile.

"She would like that." Lineave. As would Marian.

Who would never, even at night, turn down a ride, or an ocean, or a forest.

They were never quite right, but they were as close as she could come to it.