|Much is the reason the squirrels are hiding (muchnotmulch) wrote in wariscoming,|
@ 2013-12-29 17:23:00
|Entry tags:||marian locksley, much|
Who:Much, open to anyone in the house or narrative.
What:Feels catch up to him.
Warnings: TBA but I don't see any beyond feeeeeels
It started with a simple comment that brought his mood into a downward spiral. You know how it is, sometimes we all have to do things we wish we didn't sometimes. And he'd been in such a decent mood too, even when trying to order Robin about didn't pan out. The look on his friends face was still worth it. Robin really should have seen the day coming where Much tried to order him about. It really had been a long time coming. Since they were kids. He'd been at Robin's side for years. He knew what it was to take an order. Robin was generally kind with orders, but he still knew.
That was his place in their world. He was the one who'd followed Robin to the Holy War and into the apocalypse. There wasn't a thing he regretted about following Robin, always being in Robin's shadow. That was where he liked to be. That was where he felt the most useful and the most wanted.
Where he didn't like to be was alone. And in that moment he was pretty sure he was alone in the kitchen as he prepared the lamb curry he knew Robin liked. Pretty much his entire menu was based on things he knew his master liked. Recently he'd done some tweaking to add in a few of Marian's favorites though too, but tonight he wanted curry. They both did really. Cas had brought up Curry and it'd been quite some time. What he didn't expect as he chopped up ingredients with skilled and steady hands, were flashbacks. Images of war that had never really faded.
Much was a fighter, but he was also human. While he didn't regret serving under Robin by choice or otherwise, he did remember everything.He remembered and he felt. He felt every life he took, be it monster or demon. Logically he knew they didn't have time to try to Latin every demon coming at him, and most of the bodies were already dead-but he still saw their faces. Their faces looked very human just like him.
The apocalypse had been especially hard. He hadn't expected an easy fight with the Devil, but he hadn't expected to lose friends either that way. He'd expected they would win, and everything would go back to the way it was. The things Lucifer had done to take away their friends would have been reversed and everything would go back to the way it was supposed to be. He could talk to Harry, and Rose, and Peter, and Cas again. Peter would be able to return to doing those magic tricks e was fond of. Rose would be back at her Center, and Cas could have a normal life if he wanted it. Everything would go on.
Nothing went on. Cas was preparing to leave, and Rose and Harry were still gone. Still in that cage. Much didn't really understand what it meant to be in the cage, to him it felt as though they were dead and that was unacceptable. They'd become his friends and two of them were gone.
The knife he was cutting with slipped and nicked his finger, causing him to wince and swear.
Putting down the knife he ran his finger under the cool water in the sink and watched a bit of blood drop into the drain. They were gone. Harry and Rose were gone, and there was possibly no coming back from this one. No heaven to save them. Much didn't know what to think about it. Heaven had been real, Cas was real. Why didn't any of them besides Cas help? What did that mean?
Did they win or lose? He still didn't have answers, just more questions. More frustration, and now tears. His friend was gone. So many people were dead. Their own and civilians. All he could do was sink into a chair with his head in is hands and rub his face tiredly.
The entire house began to smell of curry and rice, but it wasn't finished. There were still ingredients waiting to be thrown in but Much couldn't get up just yet.