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Entry tags:
RH: Drift
Fandom: Robin Hood (BBC)
Pairing: Will/Djaq
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: It takes Will time to know what to say to her.
"Djaq? Is something... What's wrong?"
It took Will five minutes to get up the courage to ask the question. Not because he's afraid she'll bite his head off or anything, but because he's been debating whether she'll be too proud to answer him properly or not. Whether she'll open up to him or smile and leave him outside. There're hints, clues, but Will doesn't think they've seen even half of the real Djaq and all her cleverness.
She looks up at him. He always feels as if she's taking him in again each time, assessing him and passing judgement. Maybe that's the attraction and the fear of rejection speaking, though. It speaks a lot, he's found. He tries to smile -- a serious kind of smile, an 'I'm here' kind of smile.
And she smiles back. Serious, still, and the troubled expression still hovering there, but she does smile and Will feels all the better for it even if it knots his stomach in whole new ways.
The words come out reluctantly, despite her apparent decision to tell him, reluctant to reveal her hurt at the apparent dismissal from Robin: "I... Robin doesn't listen to me because I'm a girl."
Will shakes his head, slowly; no. She looks about to protest and he reaches over to take her hand in his without even thinking about it. Natural, easy, until he thinks about it and then his heart is in his mouth. "Robin doesn't listen to you because he's Robin. He's -- he's a good man. But he's still a noble. He's still... I can't help but like him, but..."
Djaq nods slightly. He has a feeling she does understand, even if he's never felt clever enough to put his feelings -- any feelings -- into words properly. Her fingers curl around his, squeezing gently. "He does not listen to anyone, really."
"Not even Marian. He's used to..." Will bites his lip. "He's used to ruling, and being right, even when he isn't. He thinks he can say what's right and wrong, because -- Djaq, I think I -- you're -- I don't think less of you because you're a girl. You've... you've saved my life and..."
She kisses him. It is different, she thinks, to kisses she's had before. This means something; to her, to him. He has never kissed anyone, she thinks, and smiles a little, squeezes his hand again. "And you like me?"
"Yes," he says, relieved she catches his drift, "I like you. I like you a lot."
She kisses him again.
Pairing: Will/Djaq
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: It takes Will time to know what to say to her.
"Djaq? Is something... What's wrong?"
It took Will five minutes to get up the courage to ask the question. Not because he's afraid she'll bite his head off or anything, but because he's been debating whether she'll be too proud to answer him properly or not. Whether she'll open up to him or smile and leave him outside. There're hints, clues, but Will doesn't think they've seen even half of the real Djaq and all her cleverness.
She looks up at him. He always feels as if she's taking him in again each time, assessing him and passing judgement. Maybe that's the attraction and the fear of rejection speaking, though. It speaks a lot, he's found. He tries to smile -- a serious kind of smile, an 'I'm here' kind of smile.
And she smiles back. Serious, still, and the troubled expression still hovering there, but she does smile and Will feels all the better for it even if it knots his stomach in whole new ways.
The words come out reluctantly, despite her apparent decision to tell him, reluctant to reveal her hurt at the apparent dismissal from Robin: "I... Robin doesn't listen to me because I'm a girl."
Will shakes his head, slowly; no. She looks about to protest and he reaches over to take her hand in his without even thinking about it. Natural, easy, until he thinks about it and then his heart is in his mouth. "Robin doesn't listen to you because he's Robin. He's -- he's a good man. But he's still a noble. He's still... I can't help but like him, but..."
Djaq nods slightly. He has a feeling she does understand, even if he's never felt clever enough to put his feelings -- any feelings -- into words properly. Her fingers curl around his, squeezing gently. "He does not listen to anyone, really."
"Not even Marian. He's used to..." Will bites his lip. "He's used to ruling, and being right, even when he isn't. He thinks he can say what's right and wrong, because -- Djaq, I think I -- you're -- I don't think less of you because you're a girl. You've... you've saved my life and..."
She kisses him. It is different, she thinks, to kisses she's had before. This means something; to her, to him. He has never kissed anyone, she thinks, and smiles a little, squeezes his hand again. "And you like me?"
"Yes," he says, relieved she catches his drift, "I like you. I like you a lot."
She kisses him again.
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