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.
Disclaimer 2: Guy is possibly a bit PTSD.
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29th September, in this the year of our Lord 1194
On the road from York
Dear Diary,
I lost my nerve when they put the noose around my neck. Even though I was with Robin and Archer - who seem to have the Devil's own luck - I could feel nothing but the rope pressing into my throat, see nothing but the eager eyes of the crowd. I have faced execution more than once, and never has it been easy, but I could not marshal my courage this time - I could not remember how. I have never felt such blind panic. I hope no one noticed. Robin was nearest, and he has not mentioned it.
But then there were explosions, somehow contrived by Archer's conspirators (I am fortunate that the horse did not bolt and leave me swinging!), and then Robin's gang arrived, although we had not sent for them. Robin and Archer fled - not having nooses around their necks - and I thought for a moment that they had abandoned me. They owed me no loyalty, after all. But no: they had both decided to rescue me in the showiest way possible: by shooting through the rope, which they did with identically brilliant shots, of course. Grateful though I am, I could wish that they had saved me with a little less drama. My nerves cannot take much more.
After all that, Archer refused to join us, as there was no profit in it! And then he stole my horse to make his getaway. He is safe, at least, so our mission was a partial success.
Having brothers is an exhausting business.
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ETA: bonus gifs.
Gifs by lotsofchocolateicecream.
Disclaimer 2: Guy is possibly a bit PTSD.
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29th September, in this the year of our Lord 1194
On the road from York
Dear Diary,
I lost my nerve when they put the noose around my neck. Even though I was with Robin and Archer - who seem to have the Devil's own luck - I could feel nothing but the rope pressing into my throat, see nothing but the eager eyes of the crowd. I have faced execution more than once, and never has it been easy, but I could not marshal my courage this time - I could not remember how. I have never felt such blind panic. I hope no one noticed. Robin was nearest, and he has not mentioned it.
But then there were explosions, somehow contrived by Archer's conspirators (I am fortunate that the horse did not bolt and leave me swinging!), and then Robin's gang arrived, although we had not sent for them. Robin and Archer fled - not having nooses around their necks - and I thought for a moment that they had abandoned me. They owed me no loyalty, after all. But no: they had both decided to rescue me in the showiest way possible: by shooting through the rope, which they did with identically brilliant shots, of course. Grateful though I am, I could wish that they had saved me with a little less drama. My nerves cannot take much more.
After all that, Archer refused to join us, as there was no profit in it! And then he stole my horse to make his getaway. He is safe, at least, so our mission was a partial success.
Having brothers is an exhausting business.
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ETA: bonus gifs.
Gifs by lotsofchocolateicecream.