|Will Scarlet (scarletavenger) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2012-07-26 01:00:00
|Entry tags:||robin hood, will scarlet|
Who: Will Scarlet, St George, Richard, Marian, Robin Hood
What: The Big Reveal
Where: Will & Rob's flat
When: 2nd Jan '12, afternoon/evening
Will was grinning as he laid out the finger food. This was going to be a good little party, once the guests arrived, and the reveal was out of the way. Robin did like his big entrances. Will rolled his eyes to himself, pretending he was on a sit-com and there was a laugh track under his internal monologue.
Tonight kids, your dad proved what an excellent showman he was. As if we didn't all know that anyway. But this was a night different from others, because if you remember, he was supposed to be six feet under. So while I laid out the nibbles, I was secretly awaiting the arrival of-
The knock at the door interrupted Will's thought, and he nodded at the expert timing. Hurriedly, he composed himself and straightened his black shirt before solemnly opening the door.
"Hi. Thanks so much for coming."
The memorial put a damper on his spirits, and he tried not to be annoyed at it. The holidays had been wonderful to him, and part of him didn't really get the purpose of a memorial. Robin would come back, his myth was too loved, too well known, for him to vanish. But he still went because he considered Robin a friend, if not a vassal.
Take the King out of the country and all that.
So when the door opened he gave Will a nod and smile and offered the bottle of wine he'd brought. He'd had it imported from France because if they were going to do this, they would do it right. "No problem. Thanks for the invitation."
George arrived a few minutes after Richard. He'd never been to Will's place before, and he was a little curious to find out where he'd been living. It had been reassuring to see Scarlet join up with Robin Hood again, since at least that would give him something to keep him occupied. He hoped Will was faring all right, and he hoped Robin would be all right when he came back.
Dying was painful business, even when you came back eventually.
Marian had been a wreck the moment she'd found out about Robin. That she had found him and lost him in less than a year bothered and worried her. She had cried every last tear she could and when she arrived at Will's and Robin's apartment she looked nothing like the cheerful, strong girl she usually was.
She showed up just after the other two men, only recognizing Richard from pictures and having no clue who the other was. But that meant little to her right now. She was here to remember Robin and she wasn't sure she could muster more than a greeting.
"Hi, Will," she said quietly and went to sit on the couch by herself. There was every reason in the world the counterpart to Robin Hood should be upset.
It had been difficult laying low and keeping quiet. Robin was boastful. Marian was the one he worried for the most. It wasn't the first time he'd put her through a fake death before. A man on the run with his history had many near death experiences.
It was like old days, winning a point over John with their clever laid plans. The key now was hoping those present tonight didn't beat him senseless for the heartache.
He waited for Will's cue to pop out like a daisy. His side still hurt from the wound, but Will had done a pretty bang up job. Helped that his fingers were much tinier than Robin's or Robin would have stitched up himself.
"Thank you all for coming," Will said, his voice quiet like he was restraining his emotions. "It's been a difficult time for all of us. Marian, you've met Richard and St George?" He sat down on the armchair, indicating that the others should sit too.
"I just wanted to take this opportunity to thank you for your support over the past few weeks. I know if Robin was here he'd want to thank you himself. I want to raise a toast-" he broke off, realising he hadn't passed out glasses or drinks, and hurried to arrange it. As soon as everyone had a glass in hand, he raised his own. "To Robin, a more merry man there never was," he said, inviting the others to say their own toasts.
When Marian had arrived he'd smiled to her and given her a bow of his head. He couldn't not be nice to a lady. Chivalry was as much a part of him now as anything else.
When Will told them to sit he did, keeping close to his friend. Even if Richard would die, he knew George would get him back, and he'd never been very good at memorial's or wake's.
He took the glass when Will gave it to him and raised it.
"To Robin," George said, trying to smile comfortingly at Marian. Losing an immortal loved one was probably worse, in some ways, than a mortal one. At least a regular person was definitely gone. Marian and Will, on the other hand, probably felt like they were stuck in the world's worst waiting game.
Marian followed suit, though much more quietly than she would have done had this been a cheerful visit. As much as she wanted to celebrate Robin's life she did want to get this over with so she could return home and be alone. She shook her head once, unable to say anything. Although she took a sip she didn't like the taste. Everything tasted wrong; there was simply no Marian without Robin.
Robin couldn't wait any longer for Will's cue, he simply stepped out from another room, picking up a fluted glass of champagne and standing on the coffee table.
"Blimey, you all look like you just came from a funeral." Robin tipped back his glass, swallowing his champagne in one swoop. He straightened up, hopping off the table with a charming giggle, running a hand across his jacket. "I don't know am I undressed?"
"You missed the cue, you bugger!" Will cried, jumping up. "It was supposed to be AFTER the toast!" He rolled his eyes, but was still grinning a bit from the looks on everyone's faces.
When Robin appeared he frowned before looking between the two. This was why he could never really condone many of their antics. In this case it had gotten someone hurt, and kept the rest of them worried.
He rose and narrowed his eyes, feeling like he ought to put Robin down. "A trick? That's what this was? He gave Robin a look, "we are going to discuss this stupidity Loksley. Right now. And feel fortunate Lady Marian is present, r it'd be more then words."
"No, no," Robin waved up his hand like a white flag, setting down his glass. "You misunderstand. I did die. Almost." He'd done this before, these near death experiences but maybe he had overdone it a little this time.
"Which is not the same thing as actually dying," George said, setting his glass down with a sigh and crossing his arms. "Explain."
Marian was ready to pummel Robin for this. At first she couldn't decide whether she was more relieved or more angry at him. In the end the latter had won. Her eyes narrowed and she too stood and came closer to Robin, putting a finger roughly against his chest. "How dare you? Do you have any idea how worried everyone was? Robin Locksley, I may kill you myself for this trick!" Marian was fuming and she didn't care what words or actions any of the others had in mind, but Marian was ready to kill him.
Oops. This wasn't the lark they'd planned. "It was kind of hairy for a few minutes, though," Will ventured, thinking he should probably defend Rob. "Someone really did try to kill him. There was a knife, and it kinda, blerk, in the guts, a lot of blood, I had to stitch him up. He's been resting and keeping his head down, in case someone tried again. It had to look... real." The end was kind of lame, and not a good excuse for not telling their nearest and dearest the truth sooner.
Already there were three people ready to finish off the job, Robin needed to use a silver tongue if he was going to sway them, but then Will jumped in. Putting a hand on his friends shoulder he patted it lightly.
"The git that came in here was there on a mission. It wasn't just a quick break in. Nothing was stolen except a good chunk of my side." He lifted his shirt to show the hand-sized wound that Will had expertly stitched up. "Richard, call me a sod, but that brother of yours was behind it. Good reason to lay low or he'd come back to do the deed again."
He stepped to the side, dropping his shirt and putting his hands on Marian's shoulders as he stood behind her. "I'm sorry, love," he whispered.
He shook his head, still angry with the entire affair. "You stupid idiot, of course I would know my brother was behind it. You know how John escalates things, and you have no one but yourself to blame in this." He crossed his arms, "so you thought to outdo him? Have the last laugh again?"
He narrowed his eyes, "I don't care how close it was, you do not let us all believe you had died, especially not for real." He glared at Scarlett, "he all but let us all think you wouldn't be coming back." Maybe now he was exaggerating, but this was honestly getting too much.
"I stood up for you Locksley. I had gone to my brother and laid him out, right in front of his co-workers. All because I value you, and I felt it right to defend your assumed death. What in the world were you thinking? We'd all sit back and have a laugh at my brother at how you outsmarted him, again?" He shook his head, "I have an assault charge to think about now. So help me God if you don't make your being alive public, I will find a way to make you regret it." He sighed, "in all my knowing you, you've utterly disappointed me in this. Once you fought for my good name. Now you just want to one up my brother. There's very few times I still wished I had any authority, now is one of them."
Marian glared between Robin and Will. She was definitely angrier with Robin, but she also wanted strangle Will for this. He had been half this trick and she couldn't believe they had all been fooled by them.
She slapped Robin's hands away. "Don't give me that," she said, pointing a finger at him. "You don't get to apologize for this. This is not alright and I am not going to forget about this any time soon. And from the looks of it, neither are your other friends. We're supposed to mean something to you, Robin, but clearly you've let your tricks get the better of you." Her words were meant to sting.
She pulled her coat back on angrily. "I agree with Richard. You have gone too far this time." Robin would have been better off actually having been killed because they would have been extremely glad to see him again. She had to give Robin one more glare. "You are an inconsiderate git." It wasn't the worst thing she could have called him but she was far too angry to think clearly. With that said, she left, slamming the door as hard as she could and not caring who she disturbed.
George watched Marian leave, an eyebrow raised, and then nodded. "So yeah, she's right. This was a really bad idea. What the hell where you two thinking?"
Will glanced at Robin, a question on his face. What were they going to do? How could they make the assault charge go away, and come out in public at the same time, and make everything up to everyone, without losing this amazing advantage?
"Well, I don't think it was that bad an idea, and once you're over the shock, you'll probably change your mind?"
"No, I think I might actually get more annoyed once the shock wears off," George said, whacking Scarlet (gently) on the side of the head. "You're lucky Marian didn't kill you both for real. And this might provoke John to do something even crazier."
He watched Marian leave the place and gave Robin a look, "Best to let her calm down." He shook his head, "unsurprisingly, I'm with George. Once I get a chance to think about all of this stupidity, I will probably only get angrier."
He ran his hand through his hair, "probably. It's like a stupid vicious circle. You'll make him look like a fool, and that will just prompt him to do something stupid. If I tell him, he'll think it was my idea. Same for George."