|Much is the reason the squirrels are hiding (muchnotmulch) wrote in wariscoming,|
@ 2013-05-15 15:58:00
|Entry tags:||lexi branson, much|
Who:Much and Lexi
What:Too many feels!
Where:The forest near the tree house.
The sun was setting over the city and Much hadn't checked his phone, he didn't check the internet, he couldn't do much other than sit at the edge of Kansas River and watch his reflection ripple in the water. The other versions of his friends were too much to handle. He'd lost them all on the same day. He'd had Robin, but Robin barely spoke to him. He was concerned with Marian, so that left Much to take care of him. He didn't mind it really, enjoyed it most of the time, but this time it was different. Everything was happening so fast he could hardly keep up. And then he lost Robin. Robin went after Gisborne and he lost him. He'd told him he wouldn't stay behind, but he hadn't been able to keep up. He knew Robin cared about him, but sometimes he wondered about their friendship. Was it friendship or was he still partially in service? Robin hadn't told him to go back inside, he'd ordered it. Much had turned down his order, but it felt like a slap in the face at the time.
Then there was Lydia. She had left a note he could barely read and left to find the vampires. Had she even intended to return? He knew she was good with a crossbow, she'd said so a few times. Going in like that made him think otherwise. She'd gone alone and those vampires were old ones. Alex said so. A ghost told him so.
Vampires, demons, ghosts, Lucifer.
Kill a vampire with a stake or anger it with holy water. Hunters kill-not kill demons with Latin, Ghosts didn't like something too, but he couldn't remember what that was. It was too much to remember. The fact he remembered that much was damn near a miracle on it's own. His head felt like it was about to explode and throbbed at him painfully to prove it. He had a bruise on the side of his face from having hit a wall during the vampire fight with Alex and Robin that he was nursing every now and then by touching cool river water to it. Why was it the only thing that made sense in that moment was the forest? He hated the forest. He hated Kansas. He wanted to go home.
Even knowing their fate he wanted to go home. He picked up a rock and threw it into the water, watching it skip and disrupt his reflection. He hadn't really thought too far ahead about staying over night, he hadn't brought anything with him. But it also wasn't his first day in the forest, he had a knife he'd be fine. He would be fine.
He was fine. He kept saying that mantra despite his new foresty home. Nobody had to worry about him. It was his job to worry about and watch over them, but he couldn't even do that right.