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snowfire said she wanted to hear my elyssa!canon. and i've been talking about doing it for months, so i'm doing it now. just for robin hood today, twilight later this week.
i should probably note you know most of these by reading my fics.
1. Marian was softer inside before Robin left. She used to smile a lot easier, laugh a lot easier, giggle and not fear love. Robin leaving changed all of that.
2. When he left she cried for days. After that? She swore never to cry again – a soft tear, maybe, that’s allowable, but full out sobs, clutched stomachs and breaths in gasps? Never again. (She keeps this promise until she thinks Robin has left her again, this time because Death comes to town)
3. Robin told Marian he was leaving right before he did, packed bags in hand. It was easier for him, and he was too young, too selfish, too stupid to realize what having no time would do to her. He thought it would be best, truthfully. No drawn out goodbyes or tearful kisses, just a quiet conversation with clasped hands. The last word she whispered to him was, “Don’t.”
4. It has haunted him for years.
5. Robin didn’t love Marian before he left – he thought he did, certainly, though he did circumvent the issue for fear of things he can’t quite name (loss). It takes him 5 years, one raging fever, and too many nights of war to realize just how much he loves her, a walking cliché of absence makes the heart grow fonder, a permanent example in the world’s collection.
6. He kisses Sarah because he hasn’t touched a woman in five years. He thought of Marian the entire time his hands were on Sarah’s foreign flesh.
7. When Robin comes back her hands shake for an hour, her knees for even longer.
8. He says she sees into his soul after all this time and she wants to scream, rolls her eyes and blows past him. The secret is, though, that after five years of too much quiet, his voice sends shivers through her spine.
9. His definitions of not killing unless “absolutely necessary” keep shifting as she works her way back into him in new ways that give him fresh nightmares. Everything comes down to her -- because he knows what it’s like to lose her, knows how everything echoed like in hollow spaces. Just remember his raging eyes -- his reckless actions oh so characteristic of a man with nothing left to lose (Temporary insanity, he’ll later claim if you ask). People he knows (him, once) expect to go down fighting for God, for glory, for England. Now, he expects to go down fighting for her. Her death changes everything, his nightmares of the Holy Land supplemented by her body growing cold. To keep it from happening again? He'll do anything.
10. She can't make the words form in her mind, let alone her mouth. (I. Love. You. Not that hard, you say? Look what happened last time they dreamed too much.)
aaaand i may post this somewhere because i can, even though it's just kind of silly and poorly written and not really fic, but i'll label it as such anyway.
but you know it's bad when i read a fic that has a totally different set of circumstances regarding the betrothal and his departure than i have pictured and i stopped reading because it just didn't make sense. /clings
snowfire said she wanted to hear my elyssa!canon. and i've been talking about doing it for months, so i'm doing it now. just for robin hood today, twilight later this week.i should probably note you know most of these by reading my fics.
1. Marian was softer inside before Robin left. She used to smile a lot easier, laugh a lot easier, giggle and not fear love. Robin leaving changed all of that.
2. When he left she cried for days. After that? She swore never to cry again – a soft tear, maybe, that’s allowable, but full out sobs, clutched stomachs and breaths in gasps? Never again. (She keeps this promise until she thinks Robin has left her again, this time because Death comes to town)
3. Robin told Marian he was leaving right before he did, packed bags in hand. It was easier for him, and he was too young, too selfish, too stupid to realize what having no time would do to her. He thought it would be best, truthfully. No drawn out goodbyes or tearful kisses, just a quiet conversation with clasped hands. The last word she whispered to him was, “Don’t.”
4. It has haunted him for years.
5. Robin didn’t love Marian before he left – he thought he did, certainly, though he did circumvent the issue for fear of things he can’t quite name (loss). It takes him 5 years, one raging fever, and too many nights of war to realize just how much he loves her, a walking cliché of absence makes the heart grow fonder, a permanent example in the world’s collection.
6. He kisses Sarah because he hasn’t touched a woman in five years. He thought of Marian the entire time his hands were on Sarah’s foreign flesh.
7. When Robin comes back her hands shake for an hour, her knees for even longer.
8. He says she sees into his soul after all this time and she wants to scream, rolls her eyes and blows past him. The secret is, though, that after five years of too much quiet, his voice sends shivers through her spine.
9. His definitions of not killing unless “absolutely necessary” keep shifting as she works her way back into him in new ways that give him fresh nightmares. Everything comes down to her -- because he knows what it’s like to lose her, knows how everything echoed like in hollow spaces. Just remember his raging eyes -- his reckless actions oh so characteristic of a man with nothing left to lose (Temporary insanity, he’ll later claim if you ask). People he knows (him, once) expect to go down fighting for God, for glory, for England. Now, he expects to go down fighting for her. Her death changes everything, his nightmares of the Holy Land supplemented by her body growing cold. To keep it from happening again? He'll do anything.
10. She can't make the words form in her mind, let alone her mouth. (I. Love. You. Not that hard, you say? Look what happened last time they dreamed too much.)
aaaand i may post this somewhere because i can, even though it's just kind of silly and poorly written and not really fic, but i'll label it as such anyway.
but you know it's bad when i read a fic that has a totally different set of circumstances regarding the betrothal and his departure than i have pictured and i stopped reading because it just didn't make sense. /clings
