This will be my final Guyday Friday post for the day. Feeling kind of tired out. Wishing everyone a good weekend. Maybe I will have a few surprises for you this weekend. Maybe I won’t break/bruise/contuse any other body parts! (Maybe I do need to ask Sir Guy to kiss it and make it better . . .) 😉
All this talk of Guy obambulating around in his black leather trousers (and little else) led me down the naughty path. So I dusted off these GIFs to share with you.
Yeah, they still work for me. Poetry in motion . . . such lovely loco-motion . . . 😉
Guy may have started off courting Marian in hopes of gaining a “trophy wife”–someone of good breeding, high-born and well-respected in the community, the daughter of the former sheriff and the old flame of his nemesis–but along the way the henchman went and fell truly, deeply in love with Marian.
A flawed love, a possessive one, yes–but nonetheless real. A love that found him putting his own neck on the chopping block, so to speak, more than once in an attempt to protect her. Time and time again he told himself he was over Marian, time and time again she lied to him and manipulated him–and time and time again he came to her aid.
Even she could see the possibilities for being that better man inside Guy.
If only Marian had been able to see past her childhood affections for Robin, her misguided loyalty to not-so-good King Richard; if only Guy could have been able to break away from the poisonous influence of Vasey–ah, if only. Guess I am just a hopeful romantic.
Of course, you’ve gotten some doses of Guy over the last few days anyway, but he’d be highly upset (huge quantities of Cheez-Its and a brownie or two notwithstanding) if a Friday passed without saluting our favorite leather-clad henchman.
Pirate Cat and I have been doing a lot of bonding–she actually seemed a little frightened when I first got back home–but once again she is my little shadow. She likes the idea of going on an adventure with Pirate Guy to discover treasure, me hearties. 😉 Perhaps that would make up for Thumper being so charmed by Little Thorin??
By the way, Little Guy (and Robin and Vasey) arrived from Merry Olde England. I guess the bubble wrap helped keep them from killing each other in the very tight space they occupied on the trip over. They have not been introduced to Little Thorin yet. I just haven’t quite had the energy . . . if you know what I mean. *sigh*
“Ladywriter . . .”
“Yes, Sir Guy.”
The Dark Knight strips the paper off a miniature KitKat bar and pauses before popping it between his shapely lips, a slight furrow appearing between those saturnine eyebrows.
“I’ve been thinking, LW . . .”
Ladywriter tries wriggling her broken toe and winces. “Thinking about how much you’ve enjoyed that bag of Halloween treats?”
Sir Guy’s mouth curls into a boyish smile as he chews. “This Halloween celebration is great fun, I must confess. All the costumes. The scary films.” The smile deepens. “The sweets.”
He clears his throat and tilts his dark head, flicking back a stray strand of his tousled mane. “However, what I have been thinking about is–you haven’t completed your retelling of your birthday yet for your readers.”
Ladywriter pops a couple of aspirin and washes them down with Coke. “Oh, I know, Sir Guy. I am running behind. Trying to regroup, my dearest Leather-Clad Hottie.”
She gives him a wry smile as she lifts her damaged foot and wags it. “I don’t think I will be running any marathons this weekend. No beautiful beach views to lure me away. Perhaps I can make some progress writing. The end of the story is overdue.”
Sir Guy inclines his head graciously, his eyes lighting up. “I do have a rather prominent role in the final chapter of the story, do I not?”
Ladywriter nods and laughs softly. “And you can’t wait for everyone to read it, can you?”
He attempts an insouciant shrug. “I thought your readers might find it–amusing . . .”
Happy Guyday Friday to all!!
