|Much is the reason the squirrels are hiding (muchnotmulch) wrote in wariscoming,|
@ 2013-11-01 12:33:00
Who:Much-open to Robin or Marian otherwise it works as a short narrative.
Where:The shared place they have
Warnings:TBA shouldn't be any tho.
He'd very nearly even forgotten he had died, but nearly didn't mean entirely. There were still times during the day he got randomly tired and ended up curling up in bed in a fit of exhaustion, now was one of those times. He'd finally crashed from all the sugar and fell into a heavy sleep. One not easily woken by the random shuffling noises of family or pets. Family was a thing he finally felt like he had. There were times before when he thought maybe they still saw him as a servant or just someone they had to look after, but now everything seemed much more whole or something. He didn't quite know how else to explain it except acceptance. And still his dreams were filled with nightmares at times.
He couldn't stop them or explain it, or even attempt to describe them well, but they were there. For a while on the outside he seemed to sleep peacefully, but peaceful dreams twisted and warped into the same nightmare he'd had returning to the living. The same visions of Heaven being broken and torn away from him. Faces of Robin, Marian, even the gang being washed from his memory just as memories of the place he'd seen were starting to fade. His life continued on as if he didn't know them, a miserable existence. Only breathing, not really living. It was a mess of confusion that did not leave him when he woke. It was enough to send him into a cold sweat and force him awake again. Eyes wide open as he looked up at the familiar ceiling of the inn.
These dreams he'd hoped would have faded along with vivid memory, but they did not. He sat up and wiped at his face with the sleeve of his shirt, looking down at the ground he touched it with a foot as if to test that it truly was there and would not fall away like the dream world did. It did not, and he stood. Pacing some. Missing the balcony in Robin's apartment. That place was a good place for air and memories. He didn't know if Robin was even home yet, so he stood and went to the sink to splash some water on his face and set to cleaning whatever was around in almost a nervous manner.