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Robin Of Sherwood, Robert of Huntingdon, he is the sunlight
Fandom: Robin Of Sherwood
Characters: Huntingdon and Marion
Gen, c. 500 words
Seasons
Summer was a long time coming in Sherwood Forest. Without walls to protect them, the outlaws were all too often at the mercy of the weather, and although there was a lot to be said for a night spent huddled around a campfire, telling stories and singing songs, keeping each other warm, there were days when Marion might have wished for something else. Might. She had made her decision long ago, and in truth she did not regret it, but sometimes, on those long winter nights...
But it was summer now. The sun was shining down through the leaves of the great, old trees of Sherwood Forest, dappling everything in shades of green and gold. It was the sort of day that lightened the heart, and everybody was of a mind to be cheerful. Even Will hadn't growled at anybody all morning, and Nasir seemed more relaxed than usual. The sun had brought new life to all of them, just when they had needed it most. Just when she, perhaps, had needed it more than ever.
Robert had always been such a contrast to Robin. Marion loved them both, in their different ways, but it was on days such as this that she noticed those differences more. Dark and intense, Robin had had an urgency about him; an anger born out of his past, and out of the things that he had seen. Robin had been spring. Anxious to move, impatient to get going; ready to smile so brightly, and yet always as near to rain as he was to shine. Robert, on the other hand, was summer. Part of it was the gleam of sun on his golden hair; part of it was that ready smile, and the smiles that he seemed to coax out of others. The rest of it was in the quietness; the ease with which he was underestimated. He could be like a lazy summer afternoon, slow and languid, gentle and easy-going. Nonetheless, like the wild summer storms that follow a hot, still day, he had his other side, just as Robin had done. Marion smiled at the thought, although it could not help but be bittersweet. As long as she lived, she would never cease to miss that dark, unpredictable spring.
"You're staring at me," said Robert, from the other side of the ashes of their fire. She stretched luxuriously, and her smile warmed as it was greeted by his.
"Yes, I am."
"Do I have mud on my nose?"
"No." She laughed a little at that, and he came over to sit beside her. His hair flashed in the sun. There was so much of the sun in him. It even shone in the silver rings on his leather jerkin. "I was just thinking."
"Nice thoughts I hope."
"Definitely." She reached out for his hand, and curled her fingers around it. "I was thinking about sunlight."
"It's wonderful, isn't it." He looked up to the roof of leaves above them, through which blue sky and golden light flashed with every gentle gust of wind. "It's brightened up the old place no end."
"Yes, it has." She slid a little closer to him, and let the warmth soak into her skin; his warmth, as well as that from above. "And it's going to brighten up a good deal more than that before it's through."
Robin Of Sherwood, Robert of Huntingdon, he is the sunlight
Fandom: Robin Of Sherwood
Characters: Huntingdon and Marion
Gen, c. 500 words
Summer was a long time coming in Sherwood Forest. Without walls to protect them, the outlaws were all too often at the mercy of the weather, and although there was a lot to be said for a night spent huddled around a campfire, telling stories and singing songs, keeping each other warm, there were days when Marion might have wished for something else. Might. She had made her decision long ago, and in truth she did not regret it, but sometimes, on those long winter nights...
But it was summer now. The sun was shining down through the leaves of the great, old trees of Sherwood Forest, dappling everything in shades of green and gold. It was the sort of day that lightened the heart, and everybody was of a mind to be cheerful. Even Will hadn't growled at anybody all morning, and Nasir seemed more relaxed than usual. The sun had brought new life to all of them, just when they had needed it most. Just when she, perhaps, had needed it more than ever.
Robert had always been such a contrast to Robin. Marion loved them both, in their different ways, but it was on days such as this that she noticed those differences more. Dark and intense, Robin had had an urgency about him; an anger born out of his past, and out of the things that he had seen. Robin had been spring. Anxious to move, impatient to get going; ready to smile so brightly, and yet always as near to rain as he was to shine. Robert, on the other hand, was summer. Part of it was the gleam of sun on his golden hair; part of it was that ready smile, and the smiles that he seemed to coax out of others. The rest of it was in the quietness; the ease with which he was underestimated. He could be like a lazy summer afternoon, slow and languid, gentle and easy-going. Nonetheless, like the wild summer storms that follow a hot, still day, he had his other side, just as Robin had done. Marion smiled at the thought, although it could not help but be bittersweet. As long as she lived, she would never cease to miss that dark, unpredictable spring.
"You're staring at me," said Robert, from the other side of the ashes of their fire. She stretched luxuriously, and her smile warmed as it was greeted by his.
"Yes, I am."
"Do I have mud on my nose?"
"No." She laughed a little at that, and he came over to sit beside her. His hair flashed in the sun. There was so much of the sun in him. It even shone in the silver rings on his leather jerkin. "I was just thinking."
"Nice thoughts I hope."
"Definitely." She reached out for his hand, and curled her fingers around it. "I was thinking about sunlight."
"It's wonderful, isn't it." He looked up to the roof of leaves above them, through which blue sky and golden light flashed with every gentle gust of wind. "It's brightened up the old place no end."
"Yes, it has." She slid a little closer to him, and let the warmth soak into her skin; his warmth, as well as that from above. "And it's going to brighten up a good deal more than that before it's through."
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