[for Silence]

[rebellious_lady]

It had been days since the island had again fallen under the spell of truth. Marian was grateful that neither she nor Silence had been afflicted. Robin had, and Tom, and those were two conversations that hung heavy on her in the days afterward. Heavy as her conversations with Silence about the two of them. Her worries that whilst she was happy

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[roughforkisses]

Silence watches her for a while, pensive, leaning against the fence holding in the horses. He's not blind, knows there is something wrong, and knows just as well that it may not be something within his power to fix. He prays every night that they might find answers, but the Almighty has, on this subject, been stubbornly reticent. Silence does not know if this is because of their sin, or because sometimes the Lord wishes for His children to find their own way.

He has come close before he realises it, stroking a soft finger across her cheek. He loves her, but she confuses him--all of it confuses him. Perhaps he had been right, those years ago, that he was not meant for love.

[rebellious_lady]

It is his touch that wakes her, startling her slightly. There was a time that no one would have gotten that close to her without her knowing; whether she sleep or not. Time here has relaxed her, she thinks, her surprise turning to a soft smile as she sees who it is. For, as always, when it is his face near hers, she finds it hard to doubt what they have. "I did not hear you come home."

[roughforkisses]

"I was quiet," Silence answers, touching her lips. "I did not wish to wake thee."

[rebellious_lady]

"I should not have been sleeping. I was intending to read." A book on the twentieth century, Marian found herself trying to learn more of the future she would never see. "Yet sleep seemed to win out."