i've seen the way you look at him, part 3
Title: I’ve seen the way you look at him part 3
Author: Sam
Fandom: Robin Hood
Genre: General.
Rating: G
Characters: Much, Allan, Robin
Disclaimer: I don’t own Allan or Much, though I do own his jumper, the song “In A Winters Day” by Vicente Velasco
Summary: Much begins to understand Allan’s friendship, and Robin begins to notice something.
Much quietly peered around from the tree at Allan sitting by himself, he noticed he was talking to himself, Much tried to move as silently as he could to a closer tree. He walked slowly, holding his breath as he moved, until he reached the tree closest to the seated Allan. As he sat down under the tree he realised that Allan was not talking to himself but he was softly singing.
“From my home to the street
I walk in a cold winter's day,
under shadowy-grey skies,
the sun hidden by clouds.
I hear the cold Northwind
blowing through the leafless trees,
whispering in the twisted branches,
sounding like a Death-lament...”
Allan stopped and sighed
“The clamour of the Northwind fades,
and from the West I smell a
fragrant Zephyr blowing towards me
and the lament changes to song.
I see a swallow flying
from the South, the hot wind
under its sickle-shaped wings
singing towards the leafless trees…Are you planning on hiding in the trees all day Much”
“I wasn’t spying” Much said quickly “I was just….just….well just…”
“Just…just what?” Allan waited for an answer.
“Just…” Much scanned his brain for anything “sitting, yeah I was just sitting and resting”
Allan laughed loudly “is that the best you could come up with?”
Much smiled and walked over to Allan “It was a pathetic answer” He sat down “I didn’t mean to spy but I thought you were talking to yourself and…”
“You thought you’d eavesdrop?”
“Well yes, I mean no” he blushed “That song, you sang it well”
Allan’s smile faded “Thanks, my Mother use to sing it to Nora, my little sister”
“I didn’t know you had a sister” Much didn’t know why the knowledge was a shock he didn’t know he’d had a brother until he turned up “You’re in the habit of keeping secrets”
Much thought he saw a look of guilt on Allan’s face as he quickly turned away.
“There’s a lot you don’t know, and I’m not keeping secrets” Allan said softly.
“I didn’t mean to offend you, I’m in the habit of putting my foot in my mouth”
Allan laughed “you can say that again” Much laughed with him.
They both sat there making small talk about cloud shapes and arguing about whether the ruined tree they were sat on was once an oak or birch before they both fell quiet. Much hadn’t realised how much he enjoyed Allan’s company.
Allan sang softly “And by the song of the nightingale
I return to whence I came
under the starlit heavens,
in this winter's evening…She died, my sister Nora, when she was three, she got a fever. My Mother would sing that song to her to help her sleep. Then my mother got herself arrested and put in prison for stealing money to feed her. Then a few days later Nora passed on”
“I’m sorry” was all Much could say.
“Don’t be, it’s life init, people die”
Much thought of Allan’s brother Tom, he himself had no family but he never known his parents, they had died when he was still a baby. He couldn’t imagine the pain of watching his younger sister die while you stood by unable to do anything. He understood now why Allan gave Tom more chances than he deserved, he was another sibling that he was unable to save.
“What happened to your Mother?”
“What?” Allan was obviously lost in his own thoughts “Oh I don’t know, I never saw her again. She probably died”
Much couldn’t think of anything to say, he thought of how brave Allan must be and felt a newfound respect for him but couldn‘t form any words of comfort.. He put a what he hoped was a comforting hand on Allan’s shoulder and gave it a squeeze praying Allan would understand.
“Alright Much, don’t overdo it” Allan laughed
“I was just trying to be a friend” Much whispered.
“You don’t need to try, you’re already a friend”
Much beamed at him “will you teach me the song?”
“What are you two doing over here?” Robin called as her walked out from between the trees.
“Brilliant timing Much is threatening to sing”
Robin stopped and took a step back
Much opened his mouth then closed it, looking annoyed he looked at Allan who winked at him and Much smiled.
Robin noticed the wink “What have I missed?”
They both shook their heads, smiling at him.
“OK, don’t tell me, John has caught rabbits I was going to stew them for later. So…erm What’s going on with you two? What‘s so funny?”
They shook their heads again, “Fine, Much do you want to help me make stew? Or are you staying here”
“I’m going to stay here if that’s ok Master?”
Robin nodded and turned and walked back into the trees.
“Ok I’ll teach you the song. The first line is From my home to the street”
As Robin walked slowly back to camp he heard Allan laughing.
To be continued
Author: Sam
Fandom: Robin Hood
Genre: General.
Rating: G
Characters: Much, Allan, Robin
Disclaimer: I don’t own Allan or Much, though I do own his jumper, the song “In A Winters Day” by Vicente Velasco
Summary: Much begins to understand Allan’s friendship, and Robin begins to notice something.
Much quietly peered around from the tree at Allan sitting by himself, he noticed he was talking to himself, Much tried to move as silently as he could to a closer tree. He walked slowly, holding his breath as he moved, until he reached the tree closest to the seated Allan. As he sat down under the tree he realised that Allan was not talking to himself but he was softly singing.
“From my home to the street
I walk in a cold winter's day,
under shadowy-grey skies,
the sun hidden by clouds.
I hear the cold Northwind
blowing through the leafless trees,
whispering in the twisted branches,
sounding like a Death-lament...”
Allan stopped and sighed
“The clamour of the Northwind fades,
and from the West I smell a
fragrant Zephyr blowing towards me
and the lament changes to song.
I see a swallow flying
from the South, the hot wind
under its sickle-shaped wings
singing towards the leafless trees…Are you planning on hiding in the trees all day Much”
“I wasn’t spying” Much said quickly “I was just….just….well just…”
“Just…just what?” Allan waited for an answer.
“Just…” Much scanned his brain for anything “sitting, yeah I was just sitting and resting”
Allan laughed loudly “is that the best you could come up with?”
Much smiled and walked over to Allan “It was a pathetic answer” He sat down “I didn’t mean to spy but I thought you were talking to yourself and…”
“You thought you’d eavesdrop?”
“Well yes, I mean no” he blushed “That song, you sang it well”
Allan’s smile faded “Thanks, my Mother use to sing it to Nora, my little sister”
“I didn’t know you had a sister” Much didn’t know why the knowledge was a shock he didn’t know he’d had a brother until he turned up “You’re in the habit of keeping secrets”
Much thought he saw a look of guilt on Allan’s face as he quickly turned away.
“There’s a lot you don’t know, and I’m not keeping secrets” Allan said softly.
“I didn’t mean to offend you, I’m in the habit of putting my foot in my mouth”
Allan laughed “you can say that again” Much laughed with him.
They both sat there making small talk about cloud shapes and arguing about whether the ruined tree they were sat on was once an oak or birch before they both fell quiet. Much hadn’t realised how much he enjoyed Allan’s company.
Allan sang softly “And by the song of the nightingale
I return to whence I came
under the starlit heavens,
in this winter's evening…She died, my sister Nora, when she was three, she got a fever. My Mother would sing that song to her to help her sleep. Then my mother got herself arrested and put in prison for stealing money to feed her. Then a few days later Nora passed on”
“I’m sorry” was all Much could say.
“Don’t be, it’s life init, people die”
Much thought of Allan’s brother Tom, he himself had no family but he never known his parents, they had died when he was still a baby. He couldn’t imagine the pain of watching his younger sister die while you stood by unable to do anything. He understood now why Allan gave Tom more chances than he deserved, he was another sibling that he was unable to save.
“What happened to your Mother?”
“What?” Allan was obviously lost in his own thoughts “Oh I don’t know, I never saw her again. She probably died”
Much couldn’t think of anything to say, he thought of how brave Allan must be and felt a newfound respect for him but couldn‘t form any words of comfort.. He put a what he hoped was a comforting hand on Allan’s shoulder and gave it a squeeze praying Allan would understand.
“Alright Much, don’t overdo it” Allan laughed
“I was just trying to be a friend” Much whispered.
“You don’t need to try, you’re already a friend”
Much beamed at him “will you teach me the song?”
“What are you two doing over here?” Robin called as her walked out from between the trees.
“Brilliant timing Much is threatening to sing”
Robin stopped and took a step back
Much opened his mouth then closed it, looking annoyed he looked at Allan who winked at him and Much smiled.
Robin noticed the wink “What have I missed?”
They both shook their heads, smiling at him.
“OK, don’t tell me, John has caught rabbits I was going to stew them for later. So…erm What’s going on with you two? What‘s so funny?”
They shook their heads again, “Fine, Much do you want to help me make stew? Or are you staying here”
“I’m going to stay here if that’s ok Master?”
Robin nodded and turned and walked back into the trees.
“Ok I’ll teach you the song. The first line is From my home to the street”
As Robin walked slowly back to camp he heard Allan laughing.
To be continued