psychoshenanigans | Accord // Canon

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robin,
tekhetsio

Accord // Canon

[tonight is just like any other night. they're both half-curled or half-sprawled against each other, buried under the blankets and pillows and keeping their arrangement cozy and warm. it's dark out, but it's been like that for a long time. it's also raining, but that's been happening for just as long. it's a sickening, grey weather that hasn't bothered letting up in a while.

that is, when it's not snow. or sleet.

it gets really loud for a minute, some heavy downpour that's a little too thick and likely to coat everything in ice by morning. it bangs on the walls and swings around to patter on the windows, before suddenly--very suspiciously--quieting down.

and then it's silent for a moment. seconds tick by, maybe stretching to a whole minute... before a sudden bright flash and a boom that reverberates through the sky and shakes the world on its way down.

nice weather we're having.]

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[he has actually enjoyed the weather until now. Homey and grey, depressing the life out of everything until there really isn't anything to do but curl up and hibernate. It's been nice. Nothing happens during this weather--nothing threatening, nothing fun. He has every excuse in the world not to care about a single thing outside his room, just relax and sleep for days.

Until that comfort suddenly cracks and he can see the light despite the fact that cloaks of cloth smother almost everything from reaching the interior of his room. He can see it, the white shock across his eyes, feel the jolt of what follows as if he'd actually been struck.

And he jumps as if he really had a stab of electricity slam through his body. He snaps awake, feels his head crash into something--a chin or a jaw probably. And that's what does it for him. Reality and everything else suddenly separates and he can focus on the black of the room. It takes him a moment of breath held jammed in his lungs, but he manages to grapple the fact that the things descending on him from the sky are only in his head.]

[if the sudden noise stirred him out of his sleep, being slammed in the face is what shoves him to the surface.

he blinks his eyes open, but can't see anything--quickly registers that it's still dark and that Tek is still there. he closes his eyes, still heavy after being pulled from deep sleep, and feels at his mouth. because it hurts.

he mumbles a question through his fingers--he's probably asking, surprised, if Tek actually just hit him or something? but he's fighting half-sleep and trying to roll onto his back and he thinks maybe he's bleeding a little? ow...]

[maybe he can get away with the whole thing. Get away from it. If he hurries, maybe. Just gloss over the interruption until it never happened.]

Sorry-- [hastily mumbled, as if he ever apologizes for anything, and he nudges Robin's hand away from his own mouth. Just go back to sleep.

But there is more thunder, barking and rumbling in the wake of the other, and he's too rattled to keep his shoulders from tensing up]

[he doesn't pay much attention to anything until the next clap of thunder. he looks up at the ceiling, as if that would make any difference, registering the receding roll of sound and realizing what's going on.]

S'that a storm...? [he unconsciously reaches for some blankets like he always does, straightening out the mess he's tangled up around him, but starts soaking up extra details. they filter in late. little things. what did he just say--?

Robin looks at him, still surprised and confused--] Wait, did you hit me?

[all those details are unimportant, he silently insists. Eyes closed, face turned a little more toward the pillow, he's doing everything he can to just will the situation back toward the lull that comes with sleep. He's focused on it.]

...No. Just go back to sleep.

[...he rubs at his jaw a little. a thunderstorm, Tek on edge and acting the way Robin did when he woke up from a bad dream. was that it? Tek doesn't have those though, does he?

he sees the flash of light, edged in between a little gap in the drapes, and instinctively watches for Tek's dim form on the dark while another percussion of thunder bangs on the walls around them.]

[Robin's quiet for a minute, and Tek mistakes that for compliance. He's hoping for it, he really is.

The next pounding of thunder against the window has Tek shifting like he's getting more comfortable--because he really is trying--but he doesn't ever quite unhunch his shoulders, keeping them shrugged up against the sound]

[the sound makes Robin shudder a little, since it reminds him of cold and he can feel the reverberation in his bones... but looking at Tek, watching the way he shifts around, looking at how he's hunched up like that...

Robin fumbles blindly to his side, drags over a pillow, and carefully... sets it down on the side of Tek's head.]

Are you scared of thunder?

[not only is Robin not falling back to sleep, he... ugh.

With a growl just edging into the breath that he finally huffs out, he swats the pillow away from his face]

No. [--said with far too much annoyance for his own good]

Don't be stupid; it's just a sound.

[he loses any remote interest in the pillow as soon as Tek doesn't even bother trying to hide his frustration. it just proves him right.]

You're all worked up. That's what it is, isn't it?

[rain starts splattering down against the windows again. maybe that means the storm will get it out of its system and move on.]

[he takes a breath while trying not to seem like he's taking a breath. So he can come back and successfully feign some flippancy.

...He still hasn't opened his eyes or evened out the edgy angle of his shoulders, though]

I am not worked up. You're being annoying and I'm trying to sleep.

Hah, maybe true. But only the second part.

[so while another clap rolls in (a little further from the flash this time), Robin busies himself with fixing the blankets. he does this--has this weird kind of fixation with adjusting the coverings, making them flat and pulling them up when they shift too far in either direction.

so it's not all that weird here, until he gets to Tek's side and starts pulling things up over him, bunching it in snug at his back.]

[it's when the rustling around and rearranging reaches him that he finally deigns to open his eyes. And it's not so much a glare that he quietly slides over in Robin's direction, but it is some sort of warning, maybe.

Just what does he think he's doing, exactly?]

[he's rearranging. he's making it better. look, see? he settles back down, but continues tugging on sheets near Tek's head.]

Finch taught me this. There's a spot at the back of people's heads where there's a lot of energy or something. And if you cover it up...

[he does just that, tucking the blankets in and pulling them up around the back of Tek's head as well as he can get away with it.]

Makes you feel better. I don't know why, it's just how it is.

[and then he snuggles in closer to Tek, now that his job is done.]

[Tek's trying not to escalate the situation--because it's stupid--but it gets close. He's just reaching the limit of his tolerance, getting touchy and on the verge of snapping something at him, when Robin decides that he's done and settles down again. Just in time.

So, he tries to let it go... especially with Robin tucked up nice and close now, he can't hide tension that is still all hung up in his skeleton with the way that the thunder is still stomping around overhead]

Don't patronize me.

[...he's not pushing the blankets away, though]

I'm not. [wrapping his arms around his torso, like a big hug.]

You said you were trying to sleep. I'm helping.

[he's keeping his arms close to his body, so those end up getting hugged in too.

And he seems as though he has a reply to that, but the storm butts in. The time between light and sound is increasing, but that only means that there is more time to notice the tension that each bolt perpetuates. There's one of those impressively bright and fluttering flashes of light, and Tek simply pauses in breathing during the second or two of silence that follows. Quietly holding his breath, waiting for the rest of it to catch up.

This one is loud--rattling the windows, nearly matching the one that woke him in the first place. It's enough to get him to shut his eyes again, freezing up with the effort to keep from flinching with Robin right there to see it]

[it must be right over them, he thinks. it's impressive. loud and impending. many of the children were scared of thunder, either for how monstrous it sounded or the stories it carried with it.

Crow was never scared, though. Crow was used to cannons and war drums. so Robin kind of likes that Tek is so obviously on-edge because of it, even if he doesn't know why.

when the sound dies away, he edges back a little. he gives him some room to squirm, but keeps close and attached. he's starting to sound a little sleepy again, despite the noise.]

It'll be fine in a few minutes. An' then we'll sleep.

I know that. [--sounding so bitter about it, the words might have been spat if he hadn't been so quiet, barely above a whisper.

But he doesn't take the bit of space that Robin offers as if he's glad for it. He pulls his arms up a bit, better wedging them between his chest and his partner's, but it's not to pry them apart. If anything, it's to better wrap himself up in a cocoon that is half blankets and half arms.

He can make up excuses for why later. Right now, he'll just take the comfort without asking.]

All worked up... [he repeats that with a sluggish little grin, not that he's got his eyes open anymore. but that's the extent of his making-fun. he could do much worse.]

Shut up.

[his words are halfhearted now, at least... if still very awake. He's not sleeping at all anytime soon.

If anything, Robin's sleepiness is making it worse. His eyes are open now that Robin's are closed, looking at nothing--looking through the blur of close dark shapes in front of him because it makes the present easier to focus on.

He can't keep from going still, going subtly breathless, at every clap of thunder, but keeping his eyes open helps remind him that the storms here really are empty]

[he might actually trick him into thinking that he is asleep, for a few minutes. but that's not really it. the thunder just keeps him awake. he's mulling a few things over, thinking about what a strange situation it is... how Tek's going to act ungrateful and never going to thank him for it.

but it reminds him of something he did a while ago, when Robin woke up scared in the dead of night, for different reasons.]

...did I ever tell you about my ghosts?

[that, mumbled well enough for Tek to hear.]

[Robin speaks up, shows that he's awake, and all that spite comes right back. Even he couldn't name where it comes from or why. But it's there, and he almost replies that he didn't ask about Robin's ghosts...

...But another flash against the cloth on the window keeps him quiet long enough to think first.

He knows that if this had been any other time, he'd be glad to hear about those ghosts, it not for the reasons he probably should. And he acknowledges that having Robin speak now is a good distraction. So...]

...Not properly, no.

But I told you about the Nine, right? [he opens his eyes a little, but only to squint. he doesn't properly remember everything they discussed that time, on the tram... mostly because he was wasted at the time. Tek's fault, as usual.

but he hopes the distraction will work well enough for the both of them. something like that.]

Mm, brothers and sisters.

[compared to his own dozen or so, and brood of four. Ah, he's remembering the conversation now. Chatting about siblings and species and Tek finding reason to excuse some of Robin's too-human qualities.

Yes, he'd rather recall the details that come to mind of that night than think about this one.]

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