|Much is the reason the squirrels are hiding (muchnotmulch) wrote in wariscoming,|
@ 2013-06-13 00:30:00
Who:Much and open.
What:Getting some air.
Where:Outside, passing out on the stairs infront of the complex. Stress is fun.
Warnings:No clue yet!
Wherever you go, I follow.
He was never by his side for the cause, he was only there for Robin. He loved him. He only wanted to keep him safe, and he could not even do that. He'd hurt his best friend. His brother. Robin was the only family he'd known and now he'd hurt him because he could not hold his tongue and he worried when he should have kept quiet. He knew he should have been silent, he knew how Robin got. He knew better than anyone, even Marian sometimes but he didn't have the words. At least not the right ones.
I don't hate you. I love you. Never were there words he regretted more. He didn't care that there were vampires running about. He didn't care how ill and how upset he felt. He needed to get out of the complex, it felt as if it's walls were closing in on him. After all they'd been through together, he should have thought from Robin's point of view, not his own selfish one. He knew better than that, and yet he could not keep his mouth shut. Why was he such an idiot?
He missed things as they used to be. Walking side by side through the forest of Sherwood, laughing and being told to shut up whenever he said too much. In this world he was supposed to make a new life for himself, but how did he do that? His entire purpose for more than half his life was to look after Robin. Of course Robin had spent equal time looking after him too. They'd saved eachothers lives countless times and now because Robin had broken his oath not to kill, Much worried for him and said too much again.
Our son, though he isn't much.. He heard his parents voices in the back of his mind as he sat and watched the fog roll in infront of the complex. He sat on the stairs, his legs felt like rubber and his body like a brick. His vision blurred from over exhaustion, and he felt he may become one with the stone statues near by. He'd had the necklace that marked him an outlaw in his hand, looking down at it and remembering a better time. He rubbed a thumb over the carving in the wood and gripped it tightly.
"You would think you'd get too old to climb trees, master." Young him watched Robin climb higher and higher. Sighing and grumbling as he reluctantly followed and joined him on the limb he sat on seemingly without a care in the world. Much however had plenty of cares, most of them involving a rapid decent to the ground far below. Robin however gave him that grin, the grin that meant mischief was a foot. The grin that Much dreaded, and Much raised an eyebrow. "Have you been sneaking the wine again?" Robin only laughed and shook his head. "No Much. I've been thinking about running away."
Much looked up at him and scoffed. "Running away?" Robin gave no indication that he'd seen Much's dumbfounded expression, he just continued on. "To the Holy Land, to fight for King Richard." Much frowned. "To the Holy Land?" He repeated as though he'd not heard him clearly the first time, and felt his stomach churn. Of course there would be no stopping him. No changing his mind. When Robin wanted to do something that was it and Much wasn't going to let him do it alone. Besides, that was his duty as his servant. His job was to look after him at all costs, no matter where he went.
Those words stuck with him. Their actions stuck too. Much found he was losing the battle to exhaustion, to the fog that brought his head down heavily to a step. the cord from his necklace still wrapped in his fingers. He would never let it go, he would never let Robin go. He was supposed to look after him.
One task, and he couldn't keep up with it. He gave into unconsciousness and color drained from the world around him. Memories faded into the black.