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Drift Fleet // Canon
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birdsbirdsbirds[he brings Tek to the cargo hold of their little ship. he's quick to go fetch blankets, pillows, extra things that he'd been sure to stock up on several stations ago. he does his best to make the poor thing comfortable, and wraps the new, half-formed body in blankets. he does so with an intense calm, a sort of emergency speed and precision that only comes with constant, low-level panic.
but it's okay now, isn't it? he crawls into the dark corner like a wounded animal, presses himself into the corner. he forgets to take his shoes off, but it doesn't matter, because he scoops the pathetic bundle of new flesh and blood into his arms and holds him close to his ribs, his heart, his breath.
listens to him. feels his uncomfortable movements. guards him without realizing how possessive and desperate he must look, his own eyes just a little too wide with the lingering fear.
it's okay now. it's going to be... okay.
he did it. it's okay.
okay.
isn't it?
the silence doesn't answer him. but the dark stays curled around the both of them and, very slowly, Robin eases his grip and starts to believe that maybe this one won't slip between his fingers this time.]
but it's okay now, isn't it? he crawls into the dark corner like a wounded animal, presses himself into the corner. he forgets to take his shoes off, but it doesn't matter, because he scoops the pathetic bundle of new flesh and blood into his arms and holds him close to his ribs, his heart, his breath.
listens to him. feels his uncomfortable movements. guards him without realizing how possessive and desperate he must look, his own eyes just a little too wide with the lingering fear.
it's okay now. it's going to be... okay.
he did it. it's okay.
okay.
isn't it?
the silence doesn't answer him. but the dark stays curled around the both of them and, very slowly, Robin eases his grip and starts to believe that maybe this one won't slip between his fingers this time.]
