[one of the nice things about Robin is that his eyes don't glow in the dark. he's met a lot of dragons with eyes that do, Tek's standing out to him in particular... often, they're mystifying and beautiful to behold, but there have been a few times when Robin distinctly wishes he couldn't see them. he's not shy like Irahl is, but even he can understand not wanting to be looked at, sometimes.
he's had his fun. his adoration of Irahl has bubbled over into silly giggles and failed confessions enough for one night. he may be wasted, but he knows that Irahl's not going to cave over a romantic crush or a promise of safety and comfort. not after all of that.
still... he wouldn't still have his job if he couldn't be flexible. he's drunk, but determined all the same. he's wanted to be with Irahl like this for months. this may be his only chance to show him what he'd never believe on his own--that he's treasured and valued. Robin likes a lot of things, but those things aren't usually people.
and maybe the guy'd finally calm down, for once. who knows.
Irahl said he talked too much, so, Robin finally keeps his mouth shut. in the dark, he finally rests his head down against Irahl's chest, slowly easing off of his arm as the seconds tick by. eventually, he sits and listens to Irahl's heart beating in peace, for a while, closing is eyes to the outside world.
he enjoys being near him in a way he can't, packed into the Underground. even on those bad nights, he's half-asleep or too anxious to find the time to enjoy resting this close to him.]
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he's had his fun. his adoration of Irahl has bubbled over into silly giggles and failed confessions enough for one night. he may be wasted, but he knows that Irahl's not going to cave over a romantic crush or a promise of safety and comfort. not after all of that.
still... he wouldn't still have his job if he couldn't be flexible. he's drunk, but determined all the same. he's wanted to be with Irahl like this for months. this may be his only chance to show him what he'd never believe on his own--that he's treasured and valued. Robin likes a lot of things, but those things aren't usually people.
and maybe the guy'd finally calm down, for once. who knows.
Irahl said he talked too much, so, Robin finally keeps his mouth shut. in the dark, he finally rests his head down against Irahl's chest, slowly easing off of his arm as the seconds tick by. eventually, he sits and listens to Irahl's heart beating in peace, for a while, closing is eyes to the outside world.
he enjoys being near him in a way he can't, packed into the Underground. even on those bad nights, he's half-asleep or too anxious to find the time to enjoy resting this close to him.]