Fic: The Handsome Stranger
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jedi_of_urthTitle: The Handsome Stranger
Author:jedi_of_urth
Fandom: Robin Hood (2006)
Characters/Pairings: Meg, Meg/Guy
Rating: PG
Word Count: 373
Prompt: Dancing
Summary: Meg imagines her finale moments full of music and dancing.
Disclaimer: RH isn’t mine, unless having some DVDs counts
Author's Notes/Warnings (fic): LAS fic, canon character death, spoilers for 3x09 (as it has Meg that should be obvious)
Author’s Notes (flashback): Originally posted April 2011, I think this one went over okay and I find it touching.
At first the music and the dance were fast and free. Meg skipped and spun and laughed among her friends and family as her heart pounded with excitement, everyone and everything moving with wild abandon.
But then she spun and found herself face to face, well face to chest, with the large man in black and the music suddenly slowed to a soft romantic melody. Still the beat of the song was hard and forceful, like the continued pounding of her heart as she faced the handsome stranger. Finally, slowly and silently, he extended a hand to her in a silent question.
“Took you long enough,” she teased without malice as she took his hand. She smiled up at him as he pulled her close though she was met with the serious expression he wore.
He was a cold man, she knew that, and he didn’t often dance she was sure; still his arms were warm around her and she could feel his heated hands through the thin material at the small of her back. He held her close and her heart still pounded, though slower now and she began to feel light headed.
“Kiss me,” she asked him softly, it was what she wanted, but he did not oblige. Instead he positioned them so that he could lift her in his arms. As he picked her up the music swelled while he spun with her cradled in his arms.
But when he set her down again the lights of the party disappeared, all the other people were gone, and she was lying on the cold forest floor.
She was aware of the rocks and dirt beneath her, of her blood soaked dress she wore. Soaked with her own blood she knew; though the pain of her wound was as distant as her imagined dance, her body shutting down. Her handsome stranger remained, but now covered dirt and sweat, his clothes torn and his hair matted.
“Please,” she said softly, and he understood. He kissed her lightly, tentatively as if he was scared he could break her already broken body. Still she thought she could hear the music swell as her dance partner’s lips softly met hers.
And soon she heard no more.
Author:
jedi_of_urthFandom: Robin Hood (2006)
Characters/Pairings: Meg, Meg/Guy
Rating: PG
Word Count: 373
Prompt: Dancing
Summary: Meg imagines her finale moments full of music and dancing.
Disclaimer: RH isn’t mine, unless having some DVDs counts
Author's Notes/Warnings (fic): LAS fic, canon character death, spoilers for 3x09 (as it has Meg that should be obvious)
Author’s Notes (flashback): Originally posted April 2011, I think this one went over okay and I find it touching.
At first the music and the dance were fast and free. Meg skipped and spun and laughed among her friends and family as her heart pounded with excitement, everyone and everything moving with wild abandon.
But then she spun and found herself face to face, well face to chest, with the large man in black and the music suddenly slowed to a soft romantic melody. Still the beat of the song was hard and forceful, like the continued pounding of her heart as she faced the handsome stranger. Finally, slowly and silently, he extended a hand to her in a silent question.
“Took you long enough,” she teased without malice as she took his hand. She smiled up at him as he pulled her close though she was met with the serious expression he wore.
He was a cold man, she knew that, and he didn’t often dance she was sure; still his arms were warm around her and she could feel his heated hands through the thin material at the small of her back. He held her close and her heart still pounded, though slower now and she began to feel light headed.
“Kiss me,” she asked him softly, it was what she wanted, but he did not oblige. Instead he positioned them so that he could lift her in his arms. As he picked her up the music swelled while he spun with her cradled in his arms.
But when he set her down again the lights of the party disappeared, all the other people were gone, and she was lying on the cold forest floor.
She was aware of the rocks and dirt beneath her, of her blood soaked dress she wore. Soaked with her own blood she knew; though the pain of her wound was as distant as her imagined dance, her body shutting down. Her handsome stranger remained, but now covered dirt and sweat, his clothes torn and his hair matted.
“Please,” she said softly, and he understood. He kissed her lightly, tentatively as if he was scared he could break her already broken body. Still she thought she could hear the music swell as her dance partner’s lips softly met hers.
And soon she heard no more.
