ficlet for TMR Day & Intercomm: What's Not to Love?
Title: What's Not to Love?
Author: robinfanatic
Characters/Pairings: Much, female servant at Locksley; mentions Robin
Rating: PG
Genre: gen
Words: 626
Notes: Written to celebrate TMR Day at treatmuchright and as ficlet for rh_intercomm; beta'd by wastingyourgum
Summary: We all know that servant girl at Locksley in 1x01 was just hiding behind talk of men and war! She was too nervous to express her true feelings to the man who deserves to hear them...
What's Not to Love:
fangirling, April 1192
by robinfanatic
Is it true? Master Robin is home! I'm a few steps behind Thornton when he enters the manor house and rounds the corner. It is the Master...and Much. I catch my breath. I cannot take my eyes from him as Robin embraces Thornton.
All the village girls like Master Robin...but I fancy Much. I always watched the young manservant...and it seemed that every time 'e was nearby the sun shone a bit brighter. The room lit up with his smile. I bet 'e could light a torch just by lookin' at it. And he has that melt-your-heart little sideways nod. Sigh.
I remember so clearly the first time he noticed me. I'd just started workin' at the manor 'ouse. I'd seen him in Locksley since I was ten, always trailing along after the Master. He looked...'appy. Well, most of the time he looked 'appy. Such a kind and gentle soul and far too good to Master Robin before they left for war.
I wish I 'ad a wall to 'old on to 'cos my knees feel weak when Thornton asks me to draw the bath. My heart pounds so loud I'm sure Much will 'ear it. It's all I can do to keep from stumbling over my own feet as I go upstairs.
To my dismay, Much isn't used to being waited on and he expects no help to strip off his well-worn and dirty clothes. The dust of the road from his long travels mingles with his sweat, a mix more intoxicating than Gisborne's leather. When I return with towels, I find that Mary has left a plate of food by the bath which he's begun to devour. He's so funny--almost embarrassed--tryin' to act all proper, which just endears 'im to my heart that much more.
I try to look busy but fumble with the towels. I want to say something to 'im...but when I see 'im soakin', my tongue gets lazy and my brain is numb. My mouth feels dry but words finally find my lips. I don't know why I blurt out, "Was it 'orrible? The war? What was it like?"
"War is for men. You would be upset, little one." He looks at me and his blue eyes catch the light. They're the colour of the sky on a crisp autumn day. Beautiful. Big and round...they tell ya' so much if you watch 'em close. Stories...'appy...and sad.
Then I say something stupid thing about dyin' men askin' for their mums. What am I thinkin'? Why don't I tell him 'ow I missed him--I bet he'd like to hear that. Or that I remember how kindly he treated me on that first day I worked at Locksley Manor. He even 'elped me bring up water from the well. I was almost fifteen then. He was nineteen and quite fine-lookin' and whilst it's 'ard to believe, he's grown more 'andsome to my eye.
My 'eart skips a beat. Bath water beads on his chest. His arms look so strong. Let the other girls dream of the Master but I'll think only of Much's arms around me. And he has that huge...piece of meat...oh dear...I mean, I mean...he's eating...in the bath. I don't think I've ever seen a man...enjoy a bath quite so much. And when he hungrily eats the rose petals I cannot help but smile. He looks so adorable! I almost hate to tell him they're to scent the water.
I wish I could let 'im know that I dreamed of him after he left...dreamed of how things might have been if he hadn't followed Master Robin off to King Richard's war.
But now that's he's back there will be time to talk...as soon as I find the courage...
Author: robinfanatic
Characters/Pairings: Much, female servant at Locksley; mentions Robin
Rating: PG
Genre: gen
Words: 626
Notes: Written to celebrate TMR Day at treatmuchright and as ficlet for rh_intercomm; beta'd by wastingyourgum
Summary: We all know that servant girl at Locksley in 1x01 was just hiding behind talk of men and war! She was too nervous to express her true feelings to the man who deserves to hear them...
What's Not to Love:
fangirling, April 1192
by robinfanatic
Is it true? Master Robin is home! I'm a few steps behind Thornton when he enters the manor house and rounds the corner. It is the Master...and Much. I catch my breath. I cannot take my eyes from him as Robin embraces Thornton.
All the village girls like Master Robin...but I fancy Much. I always watched the young manservant...and it seemed that every time 'e was nearby the sun shone a bit brighter. The room lit up with his smile. I bet 'e could light a torch just by lookin' at it. And he has that melt-your-heart little sideways nod. Sigh.
I remember so clearly the first time he noticed me. I'd just started workin' at the manor 'ouse. I'd seen him in Locksley since I was ten, always trailing along after the Master. He looked...'appy. Well, most of the time he looked 'appy. Such a kind and gentle soul and far too good to Master Robin before they left for war.
I wish I 'ad a wall to 'old on to 'cos my knees feel weak when Thornton asks me to draw the bath. My heart pounds so loud I'm sure Much will 'ear it. It's all I can do to keep from stumbling over my own feet as I go upstairs.
To my dismay, Much isn't used to being waited on and he expects no help to strip off his well-worn and dirty clothes. The dust of the road from his long travels mingles with his sweat, a mix more intoxicating than Gisborne's leather. When I return with towels, I find that Mary has left a plate of food by the bath which he's begun to devour. He's so funny--almost embarrassed--tryin' to act all proper, which just endears 'im to my heart that much more.
I try to look busy but fumble with the towels. I want to say something to 'im...but when I see 'im soakin', my tongue gets lazy and my brain is numb. My mouth feels dry but words finally find my lips. I don't know why I blurt out, "Was it 'orrible? The war? What was it like?"
"War is for men. You would be upset, little one." He looks at me and his blue eyes catch the light. They're the colour of the sky on a crisp autumn day. Beautiful. Big and round...they tell ya' so much if you watch 'em close. Stories...'appy...and sad.
Then I say something stupid thing about dyin' men askin' for their mums. What am I thinkin'? Why don't I tell him 'ow I missed him--I bet he'd like to hear that. Or that I remember how kindly he treated me on that first day I worked at Locksley Manor. He even 'elped me bring up water from the well. I was almost fifteen then. He was nineteen and quite fine-lookin' and whilst it's 'ard to believe, he's grown more 'andsome to my eye.
My 'eart skips a beat. Bath water beads on his chest. His arms look so strong. Let the other girls dream of the Master but I'll think only of Much's arms around me. And he has that huge...piece of meat...oh dear...I mean, I mean...he's eating...in the bath. I don't think I've ever seen a man...enjoy a bath quite so much. And when he hungrily eats the rose petals I cannot help but smile. He looks so adorable! I almost hate to tell him they're to scent the water.
I wish I could let 'im know that I dreamed of him after he left...dreamed of how things might have been if he hadn't followed Master Robin off to King Richard's war.
But now that's he's back there will be time to talk...as soon as I find the courage...