Drabble experiment
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jedi_of_urthTitle: Group Hug, Brothers in Arms, Family, Security
Author: jedi_of_urth
Characters/Pairings: vary with story, include but not limited to Robin, Marian, Guy, Much, Archer, and Isabella, highly bring your own pairing
Length: 4-100 word fics (aka Jedi takes a break from epic stories to try out drabbles)
Rating: Nothing above PG
Notes: Four short scenes I like to think happened after the episode stuff ended in 3x13
Disclaimer: If I owned them things would have ended very differently
Group Hug
They’re not alone Robin realizes once he takes a moment for it.
Looking past Marian he sees Guy leaning against a tree, watching them mournfully although he looks like he’s at least trying to be happy for them, and Allan calmly lounging against another trunk. They both look younger though, at least freer.
Robin knows instinctively now that the next adventure isn’t just his and Marian’s, or confined to those who died today, that in time others will make the journey with them. For now he beckons their friends to join them; they all hold each other, and it fits.
Brothers in Arms
Much doesn’t like spending time with his friends these days. Little John tries to help and the others in their own way, but Much feels trapped in the camp without Robin. There’s nowhere that can be home without Robin,
It’s Archer who finds Much at the gravesite one day and sits down across from him and just stays quiet for a long time.
“You were his real brother,” Archer finally says, “and I can’t take his place, but that makes us family too.”
Much can’t say anything around the lump in his throat but he finally lets someone comfort him.
Family
The pain is gone, and Isabella knows she’s dead. She rises out of the rubble of Nottingham Castle and seated upon the fallen battlements she sees her parents for the first time since she was ten.
She cries as she falls into her mother’s arms, the years of regret, shame, and pain flowing out of her. “Mother, what is to come for me?” she pleads, fearing the answer.
Ghislaine raises her eyes and Isabella turns to find her older brother behind her. “It turns out, there’s always another chance,” he tells her.
The whole family can be glad for that.
Security
What a nightmare, Marian thought when she woke up. Must be the desert heat.
Ever since the Sheriff had fallen overboard on their way to the Holy Land she’d had nightmares about what could have happened if he hadn’t, but that one beat them all. Detailed, but the nonsense of a dream.
She snuggled into the warm body next to her and in his sleep he held her close. Secure and happy she went back to sleep, they were alive and she’d be damned if she let anything change that.
Anything else was simply the workings of a deranged mind.
Author: jedi_of_urth
Characters/Pairings: vary with story, include but not limited to Robin, Marian, Guy, Much, Archer, and Isabella, highly bring your own pairing
Length: 4-100 word fics (aka Jedi takes a break from epic stories to try out drabbles)
Rating: Nothing above PG
Notes: Four short scenes I like to think happened after the episode stuff ended in 3x13
Disclaimer: If I owned them things would have ended very differently
Group Hug
They’re not alone Robin realizes once he takes a moment for it.
Looking past Marian he sees Guy leaning against a tree, watching them mournfully although he looks like he’s at least trying to be happy for them, and Allan calmly lounging against another trunk. They both look younger though, at least freer.
Robin knows instinctively now that the next adventure isn’t just his and Marian’s, or confined to those who died today, that in time others will make the journey with them. For now he beckons their friends to join them; they all hold each other, and it fits.
Brothers in Arms
Much doesn’t like spending time with his friends these days. Little John tries to help and the others in their own way, but Much feels trapped in the camp without Robin. There’s nowhere that can be home without Robin,
It’s Archer who finds Much at the gravesite one day and sits down across from him and just stays quiet for a long time.
“You were his real brother,” Archer finally says, “and I can’t take his place, but that makes us family too.”
Much can’t say anything around the lump in his throat but he finally lets someone comfort him.
Family
The pain is gone, and Isabella knows she’s dead. She rises out of the rubble of Nottingham Castle and seated upon the fallen battlements she sees her parents for the first time since she was ten.
She cries as she falls into her mother’s arms, the years of regret, shame, and pain flowing out of her. “Mother, what is to come for me?” she pleads, fearing the answer.
Ghislaine raises her eyes and Isabella turns to find her older brother behind her. “It turns out, there’s always another chance,” he tells her.
The whole family can be glad for that.
Security
What a nightmare, Marian thought when she woke up. Must be the desert heat.
Ever since the Sheriff had fallen overboard on their way to the Holy Land she’d had nightmares about what could have happened if he hadn’t, but that one beat them all. Detailed, but the nonsense of a dream.
She snuggled into the warm body next to her and in his sleep he held her close. Secure and happy she went back to sleep, they were alive and she’d be damned if she let anything change that.
Anything else was simply the workings of a deranged mind.
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Date: 2009-07-14 07:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-14 07:39 am (UTC)But it's exciting just to be writing again, the muses have been fairly friendly of late.
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Date: 2009-07-14 07:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-14 07:57 am (UTC)Drabble writing is a good way to actually *finish* things since they're short, but I'm always fighting with myself not to make them 2,3 4... times longer and have stories instead of snapshots. I just think in epic stories, it's how I work and I've accepted that. If only I could translate that into getting those epics done...
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Date: 2009-07-14 07:59 am (UTC)A previous fandom I wrote some stories for, I started several long ones...never got them done. I doubt I'll even try and start any for RH. Just imagine them.
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Date: 2009-07-14 03:06 pm (UTC)Back in my Buffy days I at least finished one or two big stories, but I had a lot more I considered (but those are truly lost as that hard drive stopped working about the time I got out of BtVS fandom, which is sort of a chicken and the egg thing).
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Date: 2009-07-14 03:13 pm (UTC)