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16 December 2011 @ 06:05 pm
Remember (Guy/Marian one-shot) PG-15  
SUMMARY: Guy remembers a time long gone.

AUTHOR: Lexie aka lillianschild

RATING: PG-15

FANDOM: Robin Hood

PAIRING: Guy/Marian

Disclaimer: Tiger Aspect Productions and the BBC are free to claim whatever they own of this piece, except Guy's thoughts and my words which are ours to keep. lol.

A/N: Guy's memories are set around the time of Season 2 Episode 10, Walkabout.

OK. I know. I'm shameless. I should be working on something original instead of revamping old stuff of mine for a new fandom, but RL has kept me from writing for the last five months and I'm just itching to post something.

Hopefully, the summer holidays will renew my muse...

Enjoy!



REMEMBER



I remember lying next to you on those white sheets so different from my cold and decadent four-poster covered in expensive linen. I can still see the moonlight filter through the half-drawn curtains of the bare-walled bedroom and illuminate your soft curves, which you’d let me trace with my hands; hands that were eager to love and prove I could treasure something beautiful and help it grow, despite the name and the reputation I'd built as the Sheriff's heartless and evil henchman. I remember I once dreamt I could be that man.

I remember the way your deep emerald eyes shone with mirth when you made fun of me in your room at the castle as you did your best to make me forget there was a fair chance Prince John's men wouldn’t let us see the end of it alive. I should have been the one comforting you for I knew you were still grieving your father's death deeply, and instead it was you who gave me the strength to keep on going. I remember you once made me feel deserving of a friend such as you.

I remember how the green of your eyes changed their shade to show you were pissed at me for keeping things from you that I believed you were better off not knowing or for not letting you have your way. I remember the freckles in your darkened pupils and how they sparkled like stars in a clear summer sky as we became one for the first time. I remember holding your gaze then, wishing you’d remember me like that forever, enveloped in your warmth, loving you like only my mother’s son was capable of doing. I remember you once made me feel deserving of your love.

I remember the cool summer breeze blowing through the window and touching our slightly feverish skin. I can still feel you tremble in my arms as I spooned you from behind and brought your petite frame close to my body, which yearned to feel your warmth seeping through its pores and reaching the cold and solitary recesses of my battered soul. I remember wanting to stop time forever, wishing I could shelter you from the ugliness of the world and hold you tight and never let go. I remember what it felt like to really love someone for the first time.

I remember your young untainted passion, the way your soft lips and your exploring hands mapped the contours of a body which had been abused by years of physical and spiritual pain. I remember feeling a hundred wounds start to scab and heal the moment your lips grazed the burnt tattoo on my wrist, the reminder of the high treason which had cost me losing you once. I remember stifling a sob when I traced the scar in your belly with loving fingers and feeling the treacherous tears fill my eyes when you sought my mouth and blessed me with your kiss. I remember what it felt like to be finally loved.

I remember feeling shaky and insecure in a bedroom for the first time in my life, afraid of not being able to stop once I set my pent-up emotions free at last, free from the confines of the prison my Gisborne heritage had built around them. I remember your fingers intertwined with mine as you urged me to fill you and the way you looked being lit by the night- a pool of light amidst the dark. I remember wanting to be part of that light, wishing it could engulf me forever as you opened your body like a beautiful flower to me and I slipped into your sweet and tight sheath at last. I remember drowning in you, seeking to mingle our breaths, to merge our essences, to give my mother’s child the chance to be the man she’d have been proud to call her son.

I remember the three words that you murmured in my ear as fiery passion consumed me, the words I had always yearned to hear you say. And I remember looking into your eyes as I came undone- the three words I wanted to utter choking me- repeating in a silent mantra: Remember me.

I remember all the things that were
I remember all the things that couldn't have been
I remember all of this but it belongs to time's past
I remember everything and the feelings that wouldn't last
I remember most of all what I wanted to say
But it remains to another time
A time of a moonlit day


THE END

A/N 2: The excerpt of the poem “Moonlit Day” included at the end of this fic belongs to Matthew Jenkins. Thanks for the inspiration.
 
 
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Maddarilke: Guy of Gisborne Marian Come to Memaddarilke on December 16th, 2011 09:29 pm (UTC)
That's so beautiful, it brought tears to my eyes. I really miss those two, and am so sad things ended the way it did on the series. :( xoxox
lillianschild: guyxmarian comfortlillianschild on December 18th, 2011 05:16 am (UTC)
It''s nice to know it's touched you. I really appreciate it.

I too wished things had been written differently on the show.
Thymelady: gxm_heaven by shinysparksthymelady on December 16th, 2011 09:53 pm (UTC)
Ohh, that was a proper way of doing it! As it should have been! Lovely emotion! Oh Guy... How he deserved that!
lillianschild: pensive guylillianschild on December 18th, 2011 05:17 am (UTC)
Nobody deserved it more than Guy. Robin who?
Marian treated him so poorly,...
Catywhatcatydidnext on December 16th, 2011 10:15 pm (UTC)
Yep, still love it.
lillianschild: thoughtful guylillianschild on December 18th, 2011 05:19 am (UTC)
Good to know your first impression remains the same. :)
piphilosophy on December 17th, 2011 07:18 am (UTC)
This was stunning. So many lovely turns of phrase and such vivid imagery. Guy just breaks my heart!
lillianschild: melancholy guylillianschild on December 18th, 2011 05:21 am (UTC)
Thanks for your nice comment.
Guy never fails to provoke in me the need to give him a big hug, poor soul.
angeliquesance: Guy Of Gisborneangeliquesance on December 17th, 2011 10:04 am (UTC)
Beautiful!
I hope to find more like that from you.
lillianschild: guy near-kisslillianschild on December 18th, 2011 05:22 am (UTC)
I'll try to live up to your expectations. *nudges her muse*
rjforap: RArjforap on December 18th, 2011 04:07 am (UTC)
Definitely brings back memories of Robin Hood. Nice writing. Thanks for sharing. :)
lillianschild: guyxmarian comfortlillianschild on December 18th, 2011 05:27 am (UTC)
Nothing like the good old days... I miss the show... or rather, I miss Guy. Thank God we have fanfic to fix what they messed up with and DVDs to rewatch the best of Guy to our heart's content.
aoxelfrieda: n&s thorntonaoxelfrieda on December 18th, 2011 05:06 pm (UTC)
You did a wonderful job with the imagery! I also like how Guy thinks of the good side of himself as his "mother's child." Bravo!
lillianschild: smart thorntonlillianschild on December 21st, 2011 04:11 am (UTC)
There was little of Ghislaine on the show but enough to realise he loved her very much.

Thanks for taking the time to leave me some feedback,
purple_moon123: Chlexpurple_moon123 on December 21st, 2011 04:04 am (UTC)
oh what a lovely and beautiful piece!!!
SO funny that as I'm reading this I'm watching the finale of Robin Hood.
lillianschild: pensive guylillianschild on December 21st, 2011 04:08 am (UTC)
Oh, I don't believe in coincidences!

Glad you liked it, though it must have seemed familiar because the original was written for Chlex. It's just that Guy and Lex are pretty similar in certain ways. Both are tortured souls in need of a big hug and someone to love them. :)

Have you seen Richard in anything other than RH?
purple_moon123: Michaelpurple_moon123 on December 23rd, 2011 12:14 am (UTC)
It felt familiar but then again Guy and Lex are quite similar. They are just woobies in need of love and affection!!!

My brain is muddled by cold/flu haziness so if I have I don't remember at the moment. What else has he been in???
lillianschild: smart thorntonlillianschild on December 23rd, 2011 05:37 am (UTC)
I have a soft spot for tortured and sensitive guys who walk the thin line between good and evil, especially those who have great potential for good if nurtured, men who more often than not end up being the unsung heroes of the story.

Here's some information on Richard's filmography: http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0035514/

If you haven't seen it yet, you MUST absolutely watch the BBC miniseries North & South, inspired on Elizabeth Gaskell's novel. Let me know if you can't get it, I can PM you some links.

I hope your cold'll get better.
flannery?xenobius on February 21st, 2012 07:47 pm (UTC)
I'm pretty much speechless at the moment since I'm so amazed with your writing. I especially like this paragraph

I remember the cool summer breeze blowing through the window and touching our slightly feverish skin. I can still feel you tremble in my arms as I spooned you from behind and brought your petite frame close to my body, which yearned to feel your warmth seeping through its pores and reaching the cold and solitary recesses of my battered soul. I remember wanting to stop time forever, wishing I could shelter you from the ugliness of the world and hold you tight and never let go. I remember what it felt like to really love someone for the first time.

because it's just so true and wonderfully written. It's too bad no one really treated Guy the way he always wanted to be :( I was often reminded of Buffy and Angel's relationship when I read this, actually, which is a good thing according to me :)