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HIGHSCHOOL // AU
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birdsbirdsbirdsThis shit has practically become its own canon so here's a post pulling it all together.
( you better run for cover; )
( you better run for cover; )
Drift Fleet // Canon
Feb. 14th, 2016 08:38 pmbirdsbirdsbirds[
the first thing he sees is the metal ceiling. the bolts, the seams. the sound of the engine churning somewhere beneath them sounds like the crooning of the dead from wherever they were buried, and he thinks he's back for just long enough to struggle upright in a half-blind, rising panic.
his heart is pounding so hard he has to blink past it, realize he's seeing his locker and the shelf above it. he picks out the shapes of that stupid bird sculpture, and the stuffed dog, and a couple of other silly things he's collected during his time on the Bloodsport.
on the Bloodsport, not in the Dragons' Underground. he clutches his chest, shivering with relief.
it's fine. it was just a dream. he's not going back. it's fine...]
robin, oh robin...
won't you... come home...
the snow is so cold...
and we're chilled to... the bone...
the trees have all died,
the children, they cry...
oh where has... our dear robin... gone.
the first thing he sees is the metal ceiling. the bolts, the seams. the sound of the engine churning somewhere beneath them sounds like the crooning of the dead from wherever they were buried, and he thinks he's back for just long enough to struggle upright in a half-blind, rising panic.
his heart is pounding so hard he has to blink past it, realize he's seeing his locker and the shelf above it. he picks out the shapes of that stupid bird sculpture, and the stuffed dog, and a couple of other silly things he's collected during his time on the Bloodsport.
on the Bloodsport, not in the Dragons' Underground. he clutches his chest, shivering with relief.
it's fine. it was just a dream. he's not going back. it's fine...]
Wonderlander // Nebulous
Nov. 17th, 2015 10:12 pmlobsterquadrille[this city has all sorts of weird things hidden away, tucked in its history and forgotten in plain sight... but those things sure aren't a dragon in Millenium Park. that one's pretty new.
which is why, wherever Tekhetsio decides to settle, he's eventually going to notice that someone is... watching him. in kind of a not very subtle way. they don't look dangerous, or even particularly alarmed, they're just kind of staring at him and have been doing so for entirely longer than necessary.]
which is why, wherever Tekhetsio decides to settle, he's eventually going to notice that someone is... watching him. in kind of a not very subtle way. they don't look dangerous, or even particularly alarmed, they're just kind of staring at him and have been doing so for entirely longer than necessary.]
Drift Fleet // Canon
Aug. 15th, 2015 12:33 pmbirdsbirdsbirds[another day in the fleet. another night up in space. everything's been going well. the "situation" with Jove has been handled, Michael isn't moping around like a dejected pet, and Tek isn't bothered by his mere presence any more than he used to be. he's doing good. everyone's doing good.
he snagged the bed (and Tek) a little while ago, on the heels of some bad dreams... he got calm and evened out real fast. he's just been dozing, mostly, and now he's playing with Tek's hair where it meets his neck. absent and a little doting.]
he snagged the bed (and Tek) a little while ago, on the heels of some bad dreams... he got calm and evened out real fast. he's just been dozing, mostly, and now he's playing with Tek's hair where it meets his neck. absent and a little doting.]
Drift Fleet // Canon
Mar. 29th, 2015 08:51 pmbirdsbirdsbirds[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.]
Drift Fleet // Canon? AU?
Nov. 11th, 2014 09:48 pmbirdsbirdsbirds[at some point, in all this madness, he manages to sneak some time for his favorite monster. even though he feels all kinds of shitty himself, he makes it to the other ship, through their (unimpressive) security, and into Tek's room. he knows he's in there, so he lets himself in, taking off most of his clothes and snaking under a couple of layers of blankets.
it's not quite as nice as the one back in Accord. he misses that bed too.]
it's not quite as nice as the one back in Accord. he misses that bed too.]
Court // Canon
Jul. 29th, 2014 06:48 pmbirdsbirdsbirds[at some point, Robin gets fed up with his own unsettled, rattling thoughts and finds where Tek is staying. his constantly being surrounded by people in the dragon's Underground makes it easy to ignore the other members of court that might be milling around the room.
so he just... walks up to his bed, crosses his arms. he looks very well-dressed. new shoes. frowning.]
On the pretense that I'm going to take you to an expensive dinner, I need you to listen to my problem.
so he just... walks up to his bed, crosses his arms. he looks very well-dressed. new shoes. frowning.]
On the pretense that I'm going to take you to an expensive dinner, I need you to listen to my problem.
Accord // Canon
May. 15th, 2013 09:34 ambirdsbirdsbirdsDespite appearances, Robin is in a horrible mood.
Normally when he has bad days like this, he goes out and does something stupid to shake out the bad parts and knock a few resolutions back into place. He used to go out and get wasted for attention; Vincent would never just ignore him when he was fucked up on something, and that was nice. It was never the plan, but that's how it always wound up happening.
Tonight he picked out this little dive-bar right off the Industrial District tram station, where the drinks are cheap and the bartenders won't tell you to leave until you're throwing up in their bathroom. It's no-smoking, but the smell wisps in from outside. It's got neon signs and greasy food. It's the perfect place to get irresponsibly smashed.
Somewhere between drink three and drink four, though, it occurs to Robin that Vincent is not actually here, and that no one knows where he is, and that no one would go out trying to find him because he hasn't come home yet, and that makes him feel crushingly horrible.
So, in a drunken stupor, he borrows a pen from some guy next to him and opens up his grimoire, scrawling out an only-passively-legible message to the first person he can think to want to see. Tek gets told that he should come find Robin. There are directions. He says it's really important.
But by the time Tek makes it to the bar, Robin will have completely forgotten about all that in favor of playing a game involving cups and a little round ball. He's with a group of vicious-looking sailors, several of which are trying not to split their sides laughing at the table-tennis antics ensuing in front of them.
Normally when he has bad days like this, he goes out and does something stupid to shake out the bad parts and knock a few resolutions back into place. He used to go out and get wasted for attention; Vincent would never just ignore him when he was fucked up on something, and that was nice. It was never the plan, but that's how it always wound up happening.
Tonight he picked out this little dive-bar right off the Industrial District tram station, where the drinks are cheap and the bartenders won't tell you to leave until you're throwing up in their bathroom. It's no-smoking, but the smell wisps in from outside. It's got neon signs and greasy food. It's the perfect place to get irresponsibly smashed.
Somewhere between drink three and drink four, though, it occurs to Robin that Vincent is not actually here, and that no one knows where he is, and that no one would go out trying to find him because he hasn't come home yet, and that makes him feel crushingly horrible.
So, in a drunken stupor, he borrows a pen from some guy next to him and opens up his grimoire, scrawling out an only-passively-legible message to the first person he can think to want to see. Tek gets told that he should come find Robin. There are directions. He says it's really important.
But by the time Tek makes it to the bar, Robin will have completely forgotten about all that in favor of playing a game involving cups and a little round ball. He's with a group of vicious-looking sailors, several of which are trying not to split their sides laughing at the table-tennis antics ensuing in front of them.
Accord // Canon
Apr. 12th, 2013 09:32 pmbirdsbirdsbirdsRobin has been doing a respectable job of keeping himself entertained. Between his occupation, his managing jobs, his keeping Tabby out of trouble (with only moderate success), his various growing and sometimes needlessly complicated hobbies... Well, he's been alive for a long time. He knows how to stay busy enough to keep time moving until something fun shows up.
But after one two many days of looking at stacks of papers and staring at crime maps and getting fed up with how he can't find the one thing he's looking for in his books, he drops everything and hops onto the next tram to come his way. He waltzes into the tower, ignores the lobby, walks up the stairs, opens Tek's door, and then thoroughly ignores everything in favor of flopping dramatically forward onto his bed.
And then he just lies there.
He didn't even close the door behind him.
But after one two many days of looking at stacks of papers and staring at crime maps and getting fed up with how he can't find the one thing he's looking for in his books, he drops everything and hops onto the next tram to come his way. He waltzes into the tower, ignores the lobby, walks up the stairs, opens Tek's door, and then thoroughly ignores everything in favor of flopping dramatically forward onto his bed.
And then he just lies there.
He didn't even close the door behind him.
Accord // Canon
Jan. 30th, 2013 09:28 pmbirdsbirdsbirds[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.]
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.]