Kill The Lights [MUCH]

[eve1]

"Eve! Eve get off yer lazy arse!" The rude awakening wouldn't have been so bad if she hadn't been shifted not-so gently out of her hamock (It was this regular occurance that Eve had placed an array of pillows, sacks, and salavged (ie stolen) blankets on the floor instead of with her in the hamock). Moaning slightly in anger and pain, she pulled a scrap of fabric over her head so that her mass of bright, blonde hair was almost completely out of sight. What she wouldn't give for another hour or two of sleep - why couldn't he just give her that, huh? Was it so necessary? After yawning and stretching a bit, tangling herself up in the hodge podge of comfy things, she took in a deep breath. The cloth before her face smelled of must and cotton, a dirty scent, but comforting all the same. A lived in smell. At least it was better than pig slop or muck, for that matter. Finally, after much cursing and stretching, Eve managed to sit up and glare sleepily at Card.

"You know, sometimes, I can't stand you." Playful venom dripped off of each word - if venom could be playful. She didn't really hate him, after all, he did put a roof over her head - did he not? Well, on the other hand, he was taking a good percentage of her 'profits', and that was the reason he woke her up as he did. If she didn't go work for the Sheriff, then, well, he wasn't profiting from harboring the little lass. And that was just a sin, or you would have thought so by the way Card acted. The large elderly and greasy man gave out his signature dog bark like of a laugh and then simply moved off into another room where his wife was cooking something that smelled apetizing and nauseating all at the same time. When dining with the Card's it was better NOT to ask what you were eating, usually you were safer that way. It was also safer to bring her things to cook, instead of letting her choose.

Eve finally got up off of the floor, and went about getting dressed. This night she had no intention of going to the Sheriff, in fact, Card didn't know it, but she hadn't seen the Sherrif in days. She slept the day away, and then woke up just as the sun began to set. She had gone about in this fashion for days since she sent the letter to Much with one of the ladies she knew as an outlaw. Eve found herself wondering whether or not he had even recieved it. It had been days since she had sent it - then she wondered if he even knew how to read. As she finished layering on her clothing, she climbed through the window and then moved along the roof.

The letter was simple, just asking him to meet her at the old mining camp. It wasn't really for anything inmportant, although she made it sound that way. The truth was - Eve missed him. A lot.

Making her way from the house in the woods, the world around her became darker and darker. But, after being in her line as long as she had, one got accustomed to the dark. It was a bit of a hike to the abandoned, over an hour. But when she had finally got there, Eve wasn't exactly sure what to do with herself. Much was no where to be seen. Perhaps he wasn't coming, perhaps something had changed... perhaps he wasn't well and unable to come! After all, she had been to the camp how many nights in a row now?

With a sigh, she plopped down on a log and glanced about. "Why do I bother?"

[Much]

Much made his way through the shrubs and greenery of the forest. He hated it, kicking it all out of the way. He’d snuck away from camp under the pretence of ‘hunting’ but he clutched his letter in his hand. He hoped against hope he wouldn’t be late.

He couldn’t read the note himself, he’d never learnt how. It all looked like a load of scribbles to him. But he’d quietly asked Marian, and she’d read it too him. He made her promise not to tell Robin, or any of the others. Maybe he should get her to help him learn to read. And write. Maybe it was asking too much at his age. But if Eve was writing to him, he wanted to be able to write back.

He found the Nottingham Road and followed it. He hoped he’d find her soon. He worried that she wouldn’t wait. He worried that he was just wasting his time. But then, he worried a lot. Since the Holy Land he worried more and more about Marian and his master. About his mental state more than anything. If anything had have happened to Marian he would have gone insane. Guy was lucky he still had a live to lead.

He saw a figure stood a way up the path. Blonde hair. A tanned complexion. He smiled brightly to himself and sped up his pace. He didn’t want to run, he hated running, but this was Eve. He loved her. He didn’t want her to have to wait any longer.

He ran up the path, stopping himself from calling out her name just in case it wasn’t her. Normally it took an army to shut him up. But nerves got the better of him today. He simply kept smiling and ran.

When he was mere metres away from her, he slowed. It was so good to see her. He said so. He had missed her. So he said so. HE wanted to kiss her, like the day she had left. So he did.

He pulled her to him, nervous, certainly. Unstoppable, definitely. His lips connecting with hers for a few seconds before he pulled away slightly. He had missed her. So he said so. Over and over. He didn’t want her to leave. But he knew. That as soon as he had to return to camp. It would be a while before he saw her again.

(OOC - We're gunna be setting this before the Will thing. So this is where Much had disappeared to. He has a EUPHEMISM DAMMIT!

*SO didn't post as Kate XD*)

[eve1]

Eve nearly jumped out of her skin as she heard his foot falls behind her.

Had it been any other man's she would have tensed up and gotten ready to defend herself to run. But not with him. Sure, he had scared her a bit, she had thought she was alone, wouldn't you be scared? But, after the initial shock had passed, she slowly turned around to look at him. The only light they had was the light of the full moon, shining gently down into the clearing. As she turned, she found herself almost scared to look upon him. Had he changed? What if he wasn't as she remembered him? How would she react, or would she even react?

Eve had a very vivid image of him in her mind, one that would visit her quite often, either to encourage her or to warn her against that temper of hers. It was funny that her concious had taken up his shape. But, that's what happens when a person invades your heart and soul. Eve had always been convinced she was hardened, complicated, like a fortress. But, look, Simple and Open Much had changed all of that with baly even a little effort. All he did was come as he was, and she fell head over heels for him. Funny how those things tended to work out.

When she finally laid those crystalline blue colored eyes on him, she sighed a sigh of relief. Everything was as it should be, not a hair out of place. He hadn't changed at all. As she examined him, a pleasant smile melted onto her face. Eve had missed him, but she hadn't realized quite how much until that moment. Her chest seemed to swell, and she got that stopped up feeling in her throat - not the bad kind caused by sadness, but by untold and unspeakable happiness. Eve didn't know what to stay, so she stayed silent - for, sometimes, silence is exactly what a person needs to hear at times like these.

Pushing her self up from the log, she made her way quickly around it, for she was sitting on the end, and met him. She simply gazed at him a moment longer, and then Eve did something she had wanted to do in his absence, and promised herself she wouldn't do when they met again, she moved forward and wrapped her arms around him, burying her face in his neck after he had kissed her a few times. She just listened to him speak, she listened to him tell her just how much he had missed her. The same sentence over and over, but, with each time he said it, the tighter she held him. Being held by him was so comforting. So, so comforting. She had needed this for such a long time. "I... how... I don't even know what to say..."

Much truely had her speechless, that was a new one. The entire scene played out before her so quickly, and yet, seemed to go in slow motion at the same time. It had taken forever for them to reach eachother, the steps they were taking lasted for eternity, just looking at the other, anticipating their touch. And then, as soon as they touched, everything, the kisses, the caresses, they just didn't last long enough. "Oh, I have missed you." She nuzzled his neck a bit, bringing her arms up to rest on his shoulders, one of her hands coming up, fingers running along her neck, and then under his cap, workin their way through his sandy colored hair.

Eve loved Much's hair. It was just so - poofy. She had never seen hair like his. She loved to play with it. She ran her thin fingers through it a few times before pulling back away from him, but still remaining in his arms. "Have you been well? How is Robin?"

[Much]

He wrapped his arms around her protectively. The feel of her there, he presence. It felt better. It made him feel safer. Her nose in his neck, he leant his head on hers, and breathed in the scent of her. He had missed her so much. He didn’t just say it. He’d meant it.

Her hands in his hair. It was such a comfort. He just hoped he was imagining it. That she was really there, it wasn’t the hunger calling out to him. Her next move solidified that though. ”Have you been well? How is Robin?” It always comes back to Robin. Doesn’t matter who you’re with, who you are. If you’re with Robin, it always comes back to him. Always. He tried not to let that faze him, and gave her a small smile. This had to be real, in his fantasy it was just him and her.

”I’m better for seeing you.” he replied the smile on his face widening, ”Robin is better now that Marian is with him. Not in the clutches of Guy.” he had to be truthful. He always felt he could trust Eve. Even if she had been a ‘spy’ for the Sheriff. That was the past. She had proven her self back when Much had been made Lord Much of Bonchurch. He certainly wasn’t going back on his judgement of her now.

”Being back in the Holy Land, it was strange. I didn’t need to be back there so soon. I like being in England. It is safer than there. As much as it seems there is a lot of death and danger here, there will always be more out there.” he explained. He was sure that they would end up talking about the months he had spent away. The months he had spent in a foreign country, watching his master tear himself apart. No doubt Marian thought him dead. The lot of them. But she had pulled through, hope against hope. And when Guy had nearly killed her, again. They had to pull Robin through it.

”My master has had it tough. But he has gotten through it. With a little help.” fro both him and Marian it was. Without the pair, Robin would have gone insane years before. That worried Much. When Marian had been in the castle it drove Robin to near madness. Having her back made that an awful lot better. He would be in higher spirits now. Until they argued that was.

[eve1]

"I’m better for seeing you.”

Eve chuckled, "Well, I would hope you would better than worse. If I made you worse, I would be greatly disappointed." She continued to run her fingers through his hair as they held each other loosley and chatted. It was almost like second nature, she just kind of let her fingers do as they pleased. To be honest, she had no idea she was doing any such thing.

”Robin is better now that Marian is with him. Not in the clutches of Guy.”

At first, Eve had really disliked Marian, why wouldn't she. The girl had everyting she could ever want, and she had been continuously throwing it away. He nice home, her title, she still had her father. Before she met Much, and learned from him, she couldn't comprehend why anyone would want to help anyone else. Especially in this day and age, it just seemed stupid. It was stupid. But that entire perception changed when she met Much, and, she really kind of had Marion to thank for that fact. If Eve hadn't overheard them talking in that courtyard, and then watched as Much couldn't go through with Marian's plan. It had won her over the rest of the way. She was so glad that he had so much faith in her to not tell her a lie like that. It had really created a bond between them. That night, as they just sat in their baths, and Eve had attempted to teach him how to sing.

”Being back in the Holy Land, it was strange. I didn’t need to be back there so soon. I like being in England. It is safer than there. As much as it seems there is a lot of death and danger here, there will always be more out there.”

He had been to the Holy Land? Eve hadn't known that really. She had been so out of touch from the world, or, at least, the outlaw's world. She frowned slightly, Much had told her a bit about the Holy Land, and she couldn't help but worry for him. He had seemed so upset back then, disturbed almost by his memories. It was a total shock that he had gone back so soon, and at all, for that matter. Robin must have had business there. Much would have never gone otherwise. Eve found herself a little jealous of the man. He had adoring followers - and her Much. Well, she had him too, but, she knew deep down inside that Robin would always come first, no matter what she would like to believe otherwise.

”My master has had it tough. But he has gotten through it. With a little help.”

Eve smiled again, turning her frown upside down, "I'm glad to hear it. Robin is a good man." She removed her fingers from his hair to stroke his cheek. She really did love him. It certainly was amazing. "What are the plans now? I mean - what do you and Robin plan to do next?"

That hadn't exactly come out right either. What she was really trying to ask him was: "Is there anything I can do to help you?"

[Much]

"Well, I would hope you would better than worse. If I made you worse, I would be greatly disappointed." Much let out a small laugh, bringing his forehead to hers. His smile grew. Her fingers fiddling with his hair. His resting on the small of her back. They fitted together so well. Eve was the Marian to his Robin, in a manner of speaking. To let Eve know that he had thought this would have him killed in a shot, by the glare that she would aim his way. She’d hated Marian. Found her annoying a pain. To be fair to Eve, Marian hadn’t trusted her. Refused to believe that she had been on Much’s and Robin’s side. She looked at the worst in her, unlike himself. He’d only seen all the good. A quality he had picked up from his late mother.

He couldn’t help but feel a prang of jealously as she mentioned the quality of Robin. He’d put up with people continually praising Robin. It was inescapable. But she was his. Well she wasn’t. She was her own person, but he loved her, and she was meant to love him.

Plans? They never really made plans past the day. Sure they had the rota routine for drop-offs. But they never really planned anything.

”Wait for the King, I guess.” he mumbled. He fidgeted slightly. It made him uneasy that he really didn’t know. Gisborne and the Sheriff were going to be planning something. They always were. And with no one, not even Allan, in the castle, they were going to struggle to find out. It would have been a good idea to keep Allan on their side, but in the castle. At least that way they would have a spy.

”All along we thought we had a spy in your camp. And you had one in ours!” The Sheriff got to Much. More than he should let him. But being strung up in the desert, it wasn’t what Much would call a jubilous experience. His man had nearly killed his masters lady. Nearly. He had succeeded last year, but somehow, somebody was watching them, waved the hand of god and she came back.

Seeing Robin in those few short moments he believed her dead. He had never seen such a man. And he never wanted to see him again. Much could only imagine what he would be like placed in the same position. He knew he had gone quiet for a few days after being brought back to the forest and leaving Eve behind. He hadn’t known if she was still alive after betraying the Sheriff. But she’d gotten away.

A small smile crept onto his face, she was still alive. And she was here. With him. He leant down, pressing his lips to hers again.

”I can’t lose you. I can’t turn into what he did.”