"He was striding down the hall without a look back, leaving her to collapse to her knees, heaving in the air he stole from her lungs every time he looked at her."

He was not a good man. Maybe she wasn't a good woman if she needed him so, turning away from the light of the window whenever he walked in.

for Guy of Gisborne and the black-eyed woman from the North (based on an unpublished fanfiction)

original image: https://www.flickr.com/photos/quinet/14904346658/ editing of photo done by me

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