the last guest {robin}

[wil]

Of Locksley.

There were two of them now, pleasantly settled into a house, all snug and cozy. A cottage, really. Something that you expected a pair of happy newlyweds to live in. The paint looked relatively fresh, as though the couple were actually engaging in fixing things on their own. Somehow, Wil found she couldn't really care about that. She still ran her hands along the paint though, staring blankly at it. Paint. She was here to do that now, apparently. To build something now that everything had been torn down.

She explored most of the empty house. Oh, she'd made certain to arrive while the couple was out. Wil needed a few moments in the place to ground herself fully in this reality. Had they reached their happily ever after? It certainly seemed as though Robin and Marian were there. Allan had returned just as Wil was leaving; she'd heard about that. She didn't know what had happened to Much; didn't really care either. They'd never exactly gotten on.

Without anything else to do, Wil sat in a chair. More accurately, she perched on the edge, staring blankly into space. Her fingers twitched slightly, but other than that, there was no movement. Instead she looked blankly again toward the wall.

A happily ever after. Were they there now? It fit these two. They deserved it, being married to one another and such. Much deserved it. Even Allan.

But Wil? Wil had--

Sounds. Someone was home, possibly two someones. Wil didn't turn to look. It was most likely one of the residents. Woe betide anyone daring enough to try and break in. The body would be difficult to explain though...

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Even if he was settling into domestic bliss now, Robin's senses were still finely honed after years of training and battle experience, so the second he walked in the front door he realised something was wrong.
Somebody else was there, he could just tell.

He was on edge until he saw who it was, even though she wasn't facing him he recognised her instantly - when you fought beside someone, you came to know every inch of them, that was what kept you from making mistakes on the battle field. He relaxed - mostly, she had still been unpredictable over the time they'd known each other and you usually had to keep your guard up at least a little.

"...Wil." He greeted her after a moment's hesitation, any sort of 'hi' or 'hello' felt strange and alien to the situation, but something had to be said to break the silence.

[wil]

Oddly enough, Wil didn't even turn to look as Robin spoke. Instead, her eyes remained staring out into space, as though her old friend stood there instead. Nothing on her face or in her position really showed that she had even noticed his arrival. She had. Her eyes had flicked over, noticed him standing there. Hard not to hear his voice too, what with her being the only one in the completely silent room.

what to say though? Wil had never been an expert with words, using them as though each one cost her a pint of blood. so instead of saying anything, she rose, turning to face Robin. Her lips twitched for a few moments, before the edges of them finally curled up just enough, just a fraction. On most people, it would be a pained expression.

On Wil Scarlet, it was the closest she'd gotten to a smile in years.

"I'm back," she said. Paused, the smile twitched a moment. She reached down, fingered something: a knife. She slid it out, flipped it, catching the point. Seemed... awkward...

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Strangely, she seemed just as awkward to see him as he was to see her, and Robin of course noticed that almost-smile, spotting it instantly for being so unexpected.
He had wondered if she would be angry, somehow find a way to claim he had denied her right for revenge, or to have some other harsh or critical thing to say to him, as he had become so used to from her, but there was something different...

"So I see." He agreed softly, watching her as she pulled the knife from her belt, and for a moment it was almost a welcome sight, something familiar... and yet, it didn't quite move with the grace it usually did, there was...

"How are you?" He finally asked, knowing she would be unlikely to be totally honest with him, but trying to work out what had changed.