Sir Guy's diary
Disclaimer, so no one calls the police: this is the fictional diary of Sir Guy of Gisborne from the Robin Hood BBC TV series. This season he basically has two settings: homicidal or suicidal, so please also consider this a trigger warning.
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20th? 21st? I no longer know.
Dear Diary,
Meg returned with wholesome food and a goblet of wine. No matter what my crimes, she would not see such a wretched creature go hungry. But I could not eat. She came upon me in the depths of despair, on my knees, unable even to pray. I spoke to her of Marian, how she believed I could be a better man, and how I destroyed her. I do not know for which of us she shed tears, but I am glad she can, when I cannot.
I sent her away, but she returned again later - with Isabella's keys! Such foolish, impetuous bravery... Why she would do that for me - I still do not understand. But Isabella suspected the theft and followed, so we did not get far. Worse: for aiding me, for betraying her trust, Isabella has condemned Meg to share my fate. She is to be executed alongside me.
I should have kept my distance - should not have responded to her kindness... I should have stayed strong, stayed contained. I should have been hard, cruel, so she would be glad to be rid of me, like the rest of the world.
She sits beside me now - the guards threw her in my cell rather than bothering to unlock the second one again. She did not cry, but her whole frame trembled with terror and shock, and I could offer no solace but a shoulder to lean on. Now she is dozing. I feel her warmth against me, and I cannot help but be comforted, though the guilt bites hard. I wish I'd been able to push her away.
Oh Marian, I am so tired, and my heart aches so. I have no strength left to fight.
Gif by lotsofchocolateicecream.
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20th? 21st? I no longer know.
Dear Diary,
Meg returned with wholesome food and a goblet of wine. No matter what my crimes, she would not see such a wretched creature go hungry. But I could not eat. She came upon me in the depths of despair, on my knees, unable even to pray. I spoke to her of Marian, how she believed I could be a better man, and how I destroyed her. I do not know for which of us she shed tears, but I am glad she can, when I cannot.
I sent her away, but she returned again later - with Isabella's keys! Such foolish, impetuous bravery... Why she would do that for me - I still do not understand. But Isabella suspected the theft and followed, so we did not get far. Worse: for aiding me, for betraying her trust, Isabella has condemned Meg to share my fate. She is to be executed alongside me.
I should have kept my distance - should not have responded to her kindness... I should have stayed strong, stayed contained. I should have been hard, cruel, so she would be glad to be rid of me, like the rest of the world.
She sits beside me now - the guards threw her in my cell rather than bothering to unlock the second one again. She did not cry, but her whole frame trembled with terror and shock, and I could offer no solace but a shoulder to lean on. Now she is dozing. I feel her warmth against me, and I cannot help but be comforted, though the guilt bites hard. I wish I'd been able to push her away.
Oh Marian, I am so tired, and my heart aches so. I have no strength left to fight.
Gif by lotsofchocolateicecream.