Who:Much -Narrative.. What: Visiting the complex and then the new home When:Tonight Where:Those two places. Warnings:tba?
Logically he knew the complex was just a pile of rubble as he'd told Robin. Rubble couldn't reverse anything for be a fix, but he was frustrated and tired. He'd been having nightmares on and off since death. Sometimes they were extremely vivid and other times they left him in confusion even upon waking. The last week the only thought he'd had at the edge of his mind was to see the complex for himself. He wasn't entirely sure why. He did know one thing, his mind was going to keep on about it until it had that sense of finality it craved. Frankly at this point whatever it took to make the sleepless nights stop he was willing to try. Robin's medicine would only take him so far. After a while, Much was going to refuse it. They were Robin's and he knew his master had nightmares he couldn't face without them. He wouldn't take that from him.
Normally he'd have invited another, he didn't usually like to be alone-but this time he felt he needed to. This time he couldn't explain his feelings, or his actions and he didn't feel right asking for company so he left alone. He grabbed at the hooded jacket Kenzi had picked out for him in her recent shopping trip, and he had to admit-she had decent taste. Just black with dark green accents around the hood and sleeves. He was getting used to modern clothing finally, though he still wasn't about to leave behind his hat any time soon. He still loved it even though it clashed with any sort of modern clothing he dared try on. It was his, and he didn't own many things. Whatever he did own he was as good as he could be to it. Hat included. It even got washed more these days since washing machines were more accessible and he'd almost mastered how to use one properly now.
Houses along the way to the complex were starting to put up lights, small tiny colored things he found he quite liked and wondered about buying for the new home. Sort of a new home gift. These were the things he tried to distract himself with as he approached where the complex used to be. Now it only lie in ruin. The neutral expression on his face melted away at the sight of it as he approached. It wouldn't change anything, it was just rubble.
And yet he felt too many things standing there staring at it. Stepping forward as something glittered at him from a distance. Some parts were still in tact enough to walk into, but others were blown to pieces. So much that he could barely even recognize which part was the front or back. Still he moved forward, pushing through the dust and darkness. He needed to see it. Only then could he really move on. He needed to be free of it, as Robin needed to be free of his memories to do the things he had to do. Much couldn't carry such a large burden, he didn't envy anyone who did.
He stepped through the hallways that were once filled with light and life looking for anything recognizable. Then he saw numbers that had fallen from the doors, numbers that lead to his own. He still carried his sword an shield incase anything happened out of habit, he couldn't let them go. It was a good thing he didn't either-a bit of ceiling fell down ontop of him as he rounded a corner, and quick with the shield as he was he was able to keep it from crushing him.
The deeper he went into the building, the more memory returned. Richard's voice giving him his last rites, Lydia's planning. Richards last rites..He found his eyes were starting to mist the longer he stared at that apartment through the darkness that was nearly all but blocked off. He stared wordlessly and then turned to look at Robin and Marian's apartment behind him.
Why had he come there? It was just things. It wasn't the place that mattered, it was that they were still together. It was what they made of wherever they were that did. He needed to remember that. They'd all survived and were going to find a way to beat the Devil. And when they were done, they were going to have a life together.
There was hope.
That hope wasn't in a house or how many things they could fit into a house. Robin often told them it wasn't the place where they lived that mattered. He left the complex with that in mind, and a few new scratches and bruises from clumsily tripping on things or running into things that ought not to be there, but there was hope to be had.
He followed the phone to the address Robin had given him, just taking a moment to enjoy the silence of the night around him. He didn't often like being left alone but there was peace in this.
Knowing where he was going to be filled with family he'd always wanted, was a bonus. It wasn't long before the little voice in the phone told him he reached his destination and he looked up. It did suit. Even at first glance as it was, whatever it was as long as it was with Robin and Marian it would suit just fine. Much knew that now, his faith in that would not be rattled again so easy.