Who:Much and Robin What:Reuniting When:Tonight Where:Sherwood and then Lawrence! Warnings:TBA
This wasn't how it was supposed to be. Robin Hood wasn't supposed to die. Not now. Not now that they'd finally won in the name of the King. They'd reclaimed their home, his best friend wasn't supposed to die. It wasn't fair. Then again when had anything in his life ever been fair? Still this was too much. He couldn't remember how long he'd stayed with Robin's body until Tuck forced him to let go. Letting go was never something Much was good at. It was a nightmare. Any minute now Robin would wake and everything would be fine. Except he didn't. He lie there still and peaceful in the end. He didn't respond to his voice, nor his touch. It was the end. Logically Much knew that, and yet he couldn't accept it. His best friend was dead. There had been a ceremony. Robin would not rise again.
He'd never felt so much emptiness. He left the gang after they'd finished Robin's ceremony needing time to himself, needing to grieve. Little John had tried to get him to stay, but Much needed to walk. He needed to keep going, if he didn't he would have stopped entirely and refused to get up again. He kept walking deeper and deeper into Sherwood not really paying attention to where he was going or in what exhausted condition he was in.
That is until he hit the wall. Literally.
At some point Sherwood was no longer Sherwood, and Much had run straight into a brick wall of a building in Lawrence. He rubbed his nose with a wince and blinked tired eyes. Had this actually truly just happened or was he so tired he was dreaming of Kansas again? Yes he remembered it. He could even remember some of the street signs though it took him a moment to read again.
He was standing in the middle of the street now, not paying attention when a car horn jolted him out of his thoughts and sent him jumping out of the way back to the side walk. This was no longer Sherwood.