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Title: Remembrance
Author:kat_lair
Fandom: Robin Hood (BBC 2006)
Characters/Paring: Much/Robin
Tags: Ficlet, All Saints' Day, Memories
Rating: G
Word count: 171
Disclaimer: Not mine!
Summary: They all have their own ghosts. It just so happens that his and Robin’s are the same for the most part.
Author notes: Revisiting all my old fandoms this month it seems. Spooktober 2023, Day 15/31. Prompt/theme: ghosts.
Remembrance on AO3
The fire has been built bigger than usual tonight, but even so it seems to do little to dispel the cold. It’s the tipping point between autumn and winter, the All Hallows marking the turning of the seasons as surely as it blurs the line between the worlds.
It’s late and everyone else has retired to their bedrolls by now, though Much doesn’t think anyone is actually sleeping. They all have their own ghosts. It just so happens that his and Robin’s are the same for the most part.
They sit side by side, close enough to touch if they want to. Much always wants and never does. Robin… Well, it varies.
He did, in the dessert, where nothing was holy except the small, stolen moments between them, their hands bloodied and shaking, their souls already tarnished.
Now…
Now there is this, the forest, the fight, and the smoke from the fire. The ghosts of their past, their present, twist and linger, tangible for tonight. But not so heavy when shared.
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Title: Remembrance
Author:
kat_lair Fandom: Robin Hood (BBC 2006)
Characters/Paring: Much/Robin
Tags: Ficlet, All Saints' Day, Memories
Rating: G
Word count: 171
Disclaimer: Not mine!
Summary: They all have their own ghosts. It just so happens that his and Robin’s are the same for the most part.
Author notes: Revisiting all my old fandoms this month it seems. Spooktober 2023, Day 15/31. Prompt/theme: ghosts.
Remembrance on AO3
The fire has been built bigger than usual tonight, but even so it seems to do little to dispel the cold. It’s the tipping point between autumn and winter, the All Hallows marking the turning of the seasons as surely as it blurs the line between the worlds.
It’s late and everyone else has retired to their bedrolls by now, though Much doesn’t think anyone is actually sleeping. They all have their own ghosts. It just so happens that his and Robin’s are the same for the most part.
They sit side by side, close enough to touch if they want to. Much always wants and never does. Robin… Well, it varies.
He did, in the dessert, where nothing was holy except the small, stolen moments between them, their hands bloodied and shaking, their souls already tarnished.
Now…
Now there is this, the forest, the fight, and the smoke from the fire. The ghosts of their past, their present, twist and linger, tangible for tonight. But not so heavy when shared.
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