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legendarymarian (legendarymarian) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2010-05-09 19:24:00

Entry tags:

marian fitzwalter, much, robin hood

WHO: Marian, Robin and Much
WHAT: A conversation after Zach's fun and games
WHEN: Early Afternoon
WHERE: Both apartments
RATING: TBA

Marian stared at her netbook, taking a few deep breaths. They had woken up next to each other and then avoided each other since that moment. She couldn't stop the intense feeling of guilt that was running through her. She knew it wasn't her choice, whoever decided to play that joke on them had done this to her, but she still couldn't prevent herself from acting as if it was her own choice. She hated herself and she wanted Robin to hate her too because she deserved it.

Closing over the netbook, she placed it on her bedside table and pushed herself to stand off the bed. They had locked themselves in seperate bedrooms and now that Robin had said they had to talk she knew she had no choice. She wanted to talk from pretty early on but knew he needed time to come to terms with what had happened as well as deciding he was in the mood for a discussion. So now that he was, she knew she had to move out into the living area before he thought she didn't really want to talk this through. She just hoped it went okay, they were meant to be married in two weeks time. She didn't want anything to stop it, too much had already.

Opening her door, she wiped at her cheeks to make sure they weren't wet. She didn't want him to see how upset she was just in case the mood he was in made him think she was putting it on. Brushing down her jeans, she kept taking deep breaths as she walked into the living area, going straight to the window as she looked out at the people passing by. Just waiting.

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iamrobinhood
2010-05-14 05:05 am UTC (link)

Robin's eyebrows shot up as Much spoke, utterly and completely unimpressed with the argument. When he began a retort, he could not stand still, pacing around without realizing he was doing so.

"Oh, don't pretend to be all high and mighty in this. You both felt something was wrong-- because it was,-- and you went ahead and you did it anyway! So, yeah, I'm angry, Much. And I don't think it's making 'the entire world' revolving around me to be upset that, in just over two weeks' time, I get to stand at an altar between my bride and my best man, who just recently shared a bed for a week!"

Gesturing at Much with the bow case, he demanded, "How dare you try to tell me I have no right to be angry about that!"

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muchtoomuch
2010-05-14 05:18 am UTC (link)

Much took a step back inside the door as Robin paced, letting him say his piece. There was no point interrupting him. There was hardly any point in trying to argue at all but he just wasn't being fair!

"We were engaged! Whatever that was, and it was horrible and none of us like it, but we were engaged there. And so it wasn't wrong. Besides, how was I to somehow know she was meant to be yours? I didn't even know you! You don't automatically have a claim over every woman, you know. I deserve to be happy too!" Realising just where they were standing, and just what he was saying (he had said more then than he had meant), Much dropped his voice to a loud whisper toward the end of it. Then looking around them, he continued in a more calm voice.

"Robin I think you'll agree not everyone needs to hear about this. Just come inside. Then you can keep yelling ridiculous things and flailing that about," he gestured at the bow case in annoyance. What was he going to do with that, anyway? Not waiting for an answer he moved further in to his apartment.

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iamrobinhood
2010-05-14 04:50 pm UTC (link)

Robin snorted when Much brought up happiness. Not that he thought it was an incorrect statement, but that he doubted any of them would ever find that particular goal. It used to seem like such a simple equation; marry Marian, settle down, be happy. Much had even had his own equation, mainly consisting of Bonchurch and, Robin suspected, good food. And Eve had come into that, too. As for Marian... well, he liked to think her idea of happiness lined up with his own, but perhaps he was wrong. Neither of them had really said to each other, now that he thought about it. Regardless, every time it seemed like any of them had a shot at that bright ending, something sabotaged it.

Maybe, they were all doomed.

His ire had cooled a few degrees when Much said he was "yelling ridiculous things." "Ridiculous"? How was any of this ridiculous? Still, he was regaining enough sense to recognize that Much was right about taking this out of the corridor, even though he did not particularly care for being instructed like that. Tensely, he strode past Much and into the apartment, tossing the bow case aside carelessly once he was in the living room. He most certainly had not been "flailing" it about, and really had not even noticed that he was moving it; the case did not do much to separate his connection with the weapon, and he often forgot he was holding either.

Much came into the room right after him, and Robin turned to face him, arms crossed. Even just the momentary break from venting was helping him cool off more, but he was still upset enough not to be done with it altogether. "So. Got any other opinions about how I should be feeling? Since, apparently, it's not acceptable for me to be bothered by this."

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muchtoomuch
2010-05-15 01:24 am UTC (link)

Much sighed, frustrated by Robin's question and regretting he had ever said anything. He should have just let Robin walk away. "I was not telling you how you should be feeling. I was only saying you should not be so angry. It wasn't my fault! It wasn't anyone's fault. It was something that none of us had any control over, and I know you hate that." Much had learned a long time ago that there were always going to be things that he could not control or change. Robin seemed to have a bit more trouble with that concept.

He was glad Robin seemed to be done with yelling, at least. "Don't you think I am bothered by it too. I don't like that any of that happened, and I would take it back if I could. But you are not the only one affected so you should stop being so...so...selfish."

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iamrobinhood
2010-05-15 04:24 pm UTC (link)

Robin glared sullenly as Much spoke, but that final word hit him like a blow, deflating any remaining misplaced irritation... and leaving that deep ache in its wake. Lowering his eyes, he turned and wandered over to the window, much like Marian had done. "You're right," he finally said quietly. "I hate that we had no control over it." His hands dropped to his hips and he sighed. "I hate that we have no control over the memories."

Turning to face him, Robin continued, "Since I got here, Marian's nearly died, I switched bodies with Merlin, Allan was damaged-- and then, he disappeared... and we've dealt with all of that. But how are we supposed to deal with this? Just pretend that it's fine? I tried that, but... Marian wants me to hate her. I can't-- when has she ever blamed herself so thoroughly for anything? And I can't fix it. And I'm--" wondering if that little boy is even real, and if he's happy and well "...I'm fully aware that my own actions there had consequences."

Emotion thickening his voice, Robin said, "I just can't see a way through this."

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muchtoomuch
2010-05-18 05:05 am UTC (link)

Much hated when Robin got that particular look on his face. Like he was a spoilt child who wasn't getting exactly what he wanted. As soon as his friend spoke again, however, Much knew that some of his earlier, irrational anger was gone. He'd known that would happen. With Robin it was all about waiting.

He listened as he listed all the bad things that had happened to and around him since he had got here. He understood that it had been difficult for him, but what did he expect him to answer that with? He didn't have answers any more than Robin did. He had always relied on Robin for the solutions to problems.

"Marian only needs time, Robin. Just like you do. Just like I do. I am sure soon enough things will be back to normal. Which isn't very normal I know, but it is more normal than...whatever that was. Marian nearly died yes, but she didn't, and you still have her. Allan is gone, but we can still hope he has ended up back where he came from, and that now he knows how it was he died in that place, and will avoid it. I think that is a very comforting thought. I know you don't like that you can't fix any of this. But none of us can. So you'll just have to...let it go, I suppose. Be patient." If he could. Which was always doubtful.

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iamrobinhood
2010-05-20 10:38 pm UTC (link)

Robin hated it when Much made so much sense, especially when he realized that he, himself, was out of line. Turning back to the window, he rubbed his hands over his face and let out an annoyed breath. Time and patience were all and good for people who were not getting married or re-married or whatever they wanted to call it. But, after having exchanged vows with Marian under tragic circumstances twice already, he had hoped the third time would be simply what a wedding should be-- perhaps a little stressful, but overall, a joyous occasion. Doomed? Maybe not. Perhaps cursed. He had never subscribed to superstitions like that, but he was beginning to wonder.

"I don't want to be patient," he muttered, cringing at his own petulance as he said it. With another heavy sigh, he turned back. "I certainly hope you're right about Allan. And I know this was difficult on everyone." Glancing over at his bow case, he decided he no longer wanted to blow off steam; he had apologizing to do. Reluctantly meeting Much's eyes, he said, "I'm sorry."

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muchtoomuch
2010-05-31 01:07 am UTC (link)

A knowing smile crossed Much's face at the tone in which Robin said those words. Petulance and reluctant agreement followed anger. It was like a story that he had heard so many times that he knew the ending. Much was not so worried about how things would turn out between Robin and Marian as his friend likely was. He had seen them argue plenty of times, and they always worked it out in the end.

"I know," he said of Robin's apology. "And so am I. And so is Marian I am sure. And I don't know exactly what you said to each other," that wasn't really true, but Robin didn't need to know what he had heard, "but perhaps you owe an apology to Marian as well."

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iamrobinhood
2010-05-31 02:31 am UTC (link)

Robin winced, aware that Much was probably aware more of the argument with Marian than he was letting on. No, it had not even been an argument; it had been Robin acting inexcusably, treating the woman he had sworn to protect and cherish in an abominable fashion. He supposed that if anyone had heard it, Much was the best choice... but nobody should have, because it should never have happened.

"You're right; I do." He glanced up at his friend. "She's blaming herself, Much. She's only upset with me as an afterthought."

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muchtoomuch
2010-05-31 02:38 am UTC (link)

"Of course she is blaming herself Robin. She is just as stubborn as you are," Much said in response. The two of them could be so insufferable.

"And just like you do not think you should really blame her, she does not think she should really blame you. Because the truth is, you both know no one is to blame. You just want to be upset about it." Since when had he become the one to say the sensible thing and sort out problems? It was all so very strange.

"Once you have both said you are sorry, you'll realise that none of it has to matter all that much."

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iamrobinhood
2010-05-31 03:01 pm UTC (link)

Robin looked at Much with something akin to amazement. He knew better than most people that his friend ran deeper than what was often evident, but still, Much caught him off-guard once in awhile. "Listen to you, the voice of reason," he said, no mockery at all in his words. Running his hands through his hair and letting out a long breath, he regarded the other man. "I should go and talk to her."

Retrieving his bow case as he moved toward the door, Robin paused. Much had not come through this unscathed, either, but was expressing his discomfort in a far better way than Robin had been doing. Laying a hand on Much's shoulder, Robin said quietly, "Thank you. You're a better friend than I deserve."

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muchtoomuch
2010-06-01 12:42 am UTC (link)

"I do surprise myself sometimes," he grinned. "And you should, yes. And Iwill go for that walk so that I don't accidentally," or on purpose, "hear what it is that the two of you say." He stopped and looked at his friend when he put a hand on his shoulder.

"Yes," Much agreed, a hint of teasing in his tone. "Far far better. Luckily for you, I consider myself very lucky to have someone like you as a friend. So we're even."

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