Trevena

Mar. 25th, 2009 12:15 am
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Title: Trevena
Author: [livejournal.com profile] darkentwisted
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: Much/Eve, Implied: Much/Carter, Much/Robin, OC, OC by [livejournal.com profile] robinfanatic
Genre: angst, romance, slash, character death (but a good one!)
Words: 876
Summary: Still in DeNile!  Just a different beach.
Inspired by [livejournal.com profile] robinfanatic's touching "At the End of Our Days" To understand my fic you must read hers first.
Written with her kind permission and loving guideance.  The most emotional fic I've written thus far.


The salt air bit her face as she drew the thin shawl tighter around her shoulders to fight the chill. For years her morning walks on the beach were solitary, just she and the ruins. But today was different-- in the distance a man sat on the shore. He lifted his face to the sun catching the wind in his blonde hair and her breath hitched. “Much?”

He failed to recognize her at first, so caught up he was in his own mind.  The focus softened and he smiled, “Lady Eve.”

Twenty years melted in moments as they spoke again.

***

“I missed Bonchurch so much after I left.” She spoke through moist eyes, “A part of me always hoped you would call me back someday. When you didn’t, I moved on.”

He noticed how the years had grayed her hair and left trails on her delicate features but it was the same sweet maiden that sang as he bathed and delivered him safely from his enemies so long ago.

“He was a good man,” she said as she stirred the fire and fished out the cooked clams from under the coals. “A mariner, my James.” she explained as she hugged her knees and focused on her friend.

Much beamed as he watched her speak, “I always wondered where you went.”

"I came here," she replied. “We were together ten wonderful years before the sea took him. I stayed on after he died." She looked around, “It is the magic of Trevena you know. The magic of the old ways that gets in your blood. It was certainly in James’.  Once you hear the call of the wind and the waves, and smell the salt air, it holds you and you never want to leave again." She smiled, “I have a cabin up the beach. Care to join me by the fire?”

He took her hand as she led the way.

***

What the fire didn’t warm of their bodies the strong wine she found did. They toasted old friendships and lost loves.
 
"You have two children?"
 
"Yes a boy and a girl," she smiled and winked. "Young Michael has the most unfortunate nickname I've given him."
 
"You didn't." He turned his head slightly and nodded at her. 
 
 "I cannot wait for Much to meet his namesake," she beamed.
 
They shared a laugh by the fire, the warm glow rekindled something both thought lost.

Eve smiled at her old friend. “So who was the lucky man that stole your heart from me?”

Much sputtered as his cheeks reddened, “Lady Eve! Surely you are not saying –“

She laughed melodically as she took the lord’s hand. “It is all right. A lady knows such things.”

Much examined the lady meekly then smiled, “His name was Carter. He was a soldier like Robin in the crusades. He was the most beautiful person I have ever met.” His eyes misted at the memory of his lost love. “He had the bluest eyes and golden hair. And his smile oh, his smile."  

“I am jealous of him already,” she replied squeezing his shoulder.  
 
He sobered as he stared at the flames in the hearth.  "I lost him six months ago. It seems like just yesterday."  
 
"It will always seem like yesterday," she reasoned.  "When you've been with someone so long, finish their thoughts and share their dreams, you can't just go on like you did before."  She wiped her eyes on her sleeve.  "The hole they leave behind is just too big."

***
 
He left her the next day.  His heart heavy with promises of return with the spring. The harvest had to be drawn in and pigs to market. To ask poor young Harry to do it alone was unconscionable.   "I shall return soon. I promise. " He smiled as he climbed onto the cart and shook the bridle.  
 
And he did.  For two years they shared the springs and summers as he could get away.  Then they shared their winters at Bonchurch.   

Evenings were spent soaking in rose petal baths and serenading each other.  Eve could have sworn her dear Much's singing actually improved with age.
 
***

He lost her the same year he lost Robin. Ten years of long walks on the beach and in the forest of Sherwood made up for a lifetime of love.     And when she was gone the loneliness he felt with Carter's passing wasn't there.  He was surrounded by the love of  the family he made.  Eve's grandchildren mixed with Carter's and Robin's and he loved them all as his own.  And when his own time came he was ready.  The adventure of life left him weary and weak and he gathered his loved ones to say goodbye.
 
The tang of salt air filled his nostrils, the sun warmed his face. 
He smiled, and his grandchildren would always wonder at their grandfather’s cryptic final word, Trevena.   

He tiptoed tentatively across the warm sand; his scull cap crumpled in his hands, his honey blonde hair whipped in the breeze. Robin smiled at him as he reached out his hand. Carter, Marian and Eve led him to the edge of the warm water where his family and friends were waiting.     
  
The celebration began.  Much had come home at last.

FiN

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Date: 2009-03-25 02:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] klingzgirl.livejournal.com
Oh, my goodness...that is so wonderfully, wonderfully sad. And Much finding Eve after twenty years, both of them hurting from loss...it just proves how cyclical life really is. I loved how they filled that space for each other, even if only temporarily. *tears*

Your descriptions were so great in this, too.


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Date: 2009-03-25 05:48 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] darkentwisted.livejournal.com
Thanks so Much for reading!

As I said, I feel it is the most emotional thing I have ever written. (Ran out of kleenex writing it , had to switch to paper towels to blot as I typed.)

I can't take all the credit as this was a collaborative effort with [livejournal.com profile] robinfanatic.

Sprung from a two-hour editing session on Googledocs!

If you haven't yet, check out her two-part fic "At the end of Our Days" which is the inspiration and prequel of this story.

*hugs for reading*

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Date: 2009-03-25 05:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] robinfanatic.livejournal.com
There is a flood in my house ... I ran out of tissues. *sniff*

Love what you did with this (of course)! Thank YOU for guiding me to find some hope at the end of At the End of Our Days. This was such a fun collaboration. I'm glad those plot bunnies hatched!

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Date: 2009-03-25 06:07 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] darkentwisted.livejournal.com
Is it possible to literally cry your eyes out?

I have been in DeNile with Louie about why my eyes are watery and puffy. (Thank God for allergy season!)LOL

I need to write something light and fluffy after this to cleanse my karmic pallate. So much angst and sadness can't be psychically good for the soul. (Much is whispering, "Write the 'Mary Sue' fic.")

Yes, our Googledoc sessions have been wonderful! I will miss them while you're in England. Expect more on your joyful return stateside!

Not even jealous as hell that you'll be on the same continent as our beloved Sammy.

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Date: 2009-03-25 11:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] robinfanatic.livejournal.com
*hugs* across the miles

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Date: 2009-03-26 02:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] aliciabmanley.livejournal.com
**sniff**

I love it. I love that Much finds his family, both here and after...

That is all. I have to go blow my nose. Stupid "allergies!"

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Date: 2009-03-26 05:24 am (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] darkentwisted.livejournal.com
[livejournal.com profile] robinfanatic and I should have invested in kleenex stock on this one. We would have made a killing!

Thanks for reading!

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