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psychoshenanigans2015-02-28 05:32 pm
birdsbirdsbirds) wrote in psychoshenanigans2015-02-28 05:32 pm
Nor // AU
[everyone's pretty thrilled that the two odd-men-out have finally been sent up to the surface for an extended mission. the underground world gets a little peace and quiet, and the boys get to stretch their legs. the sniper is much easier to assuage when there's a sun in the sky and more than cell walls to keep him occupied.
they've found a little bar in which to bide their time; shoved between a smoke shop and a greasy restaurant, it's a prime spot for anyone who wants to kick back after their shitty day job. it's dark, it's noisy. smells kind of like sweat and the cigarettes everyone's smoking just out back. someone is almost always blocking the hallway to the restrooms with their oblivious mass. but the neon signs reflect back through the lines of glasses and bottles pretty nice, and the booze is cheap if you order the right things, and there are enough chatty pricks around to keep Robin from getting bored. Irahl, for the most part, has had the luxury of getting plastered in peace.]
they've found a little bar in which to bide their time; shoved between a smoke shop and a greasy restaurant, it's a prime spot for anyone who wants to kick back after their shitty day job. it's dark, it's noisy. smells kind of like sweat and the cigarettes everyone's smoking just out back. someone is almost always blocking the hallway to the restrooms with their oblivious mass. but the neon signs reflect back through the lines of glasses and bottles pretty nice, and the booze is cheap if you order the right things, and there are enough chatty pricks around to keep Robin from getting bored. Irahl, for the most part, has had the luxury of getting plastered in peace.]
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how can he be expected to care about things so far away?
Robin crawling over and trying to nudge him out of this warm, heavy place he's settling into is just another one of those things that he can't be bothered to spare any energy for.
Irahl just grunts a little, and he starts to mumble something that turns into another exaggerated breath. he's too busy feeling the way excited nerves still tingle across his hands and stomach; his heartbeat is still quicker than he's used to. he feels wonderful all over, and he doesn't want to know what Robin has to say.]
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Come on...
[he wriggles impatiently, eventually just dragging himself up to where their faces are sort of near each other. wherever he was going, he gets completely distracted by the sight of Irahl's neck, scales exposed. Robin's persistent writhing is quickly joined by clumsy kisses all over them.]
Play with me... [come on, Irahl, it'll be fun.]
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so, Robin has finally gotten through and drummed up a reaction out of the dragon. Irahl even cracks his eyes open. but... he is so, so drunk.
he moves then, but it's probably not to the end that Robin is hoping for. instead of reaching down, Irahl drags an arm up and reaches clumsily for his partner's face. he's sleepy and wasted, and absolutely not hearing the point behind whatever Robin is saying. after pressing his palm against the side of Robin's face for a sluggish moment, Irahl drags his nails back through his hair--a little rough, but still much nicer than he'd treated him before.
it's either an affectionate gesture... or he's hoping to appease Robin into shutting up.]
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he's drunk. he's horny. but beyond all of that, he is and always will be a hopeless romantic.
so having a hand dragged through his hair is almost the most amazing thing that's ever happened to him. the booze helps turn the experience into a euphoria he likely won't remember tomorrow. Irahl's efforts get a long, appreciative hum as Robin swims in a whole little world of his own, finally and bizarrely settling down.
mostly. he hasn't forgotten why he's still over here, but it takes him a while to find his way through his own squishy heart. eventually he mumbles something in resignation, but he doesn't sound all that put out about it.
he doesn't go far, but he at least has the decency to haul his own nerve-wired body up and roll away from his bedmate.]
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Irahl's eyes close again. he doesn't budge when the mattress dips and shakes as his partner turns away. his breath is already slowing to his usual corpselike pace. like this, Robin could probably get away with a lot before he would ever notice--let alone remember in the morning.
the giant has been slain.]
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he lays there for a little while after, his mind swimming uselessly while his body lies still. but it's nice, it's quiet. his subconscious is reassured by the heavy weight behind him. his thoughts aren't of anything in particular. he could almost fall asleep himself.
but he likes Irahl too much to settle, even now. he ends up rolling back, propping himself up on his arms again... and after putting himself back in order, he gives the dragon a moment of drunken consideration before he puts him back in proper order too. he thinks he's doing the guy a favor, or something--but it probably won't amount to much once rational thought takes over in the morning.
after that, the only thing left to do is to wedge himself in close. he even steals one of the dragon's arms to wrap around himself, because it's not like the guy is going to wake up and stop him. it isn't long before Robin falls into a death-like sleep, warm and content, without a single fear or nightmare biting at his heels.]