[because it's never just sex unless you're just touched enough in the head like medb. they're alike, the two of them. the difference between them is that Nero is far more willing to wear her heart and emotions on her lace sleeves compared to Robin. that's what draws more people to her than it does to him, he guesses. while, literally, a royal pain in the ass he can understand why his Master thinks she's cute and wants her around.
when she can't spell Ibaraki and has cat pillows.
but she also blocks his escape, as if she can read his mind. already knowing she's keeping him in her room as prisoner, he sighs and scratches at his head. tousling it more. he doesn't wince with her insults, but his face goes a bit blank when she confirms what he already knows. that he's nothing and that he means nothing to anyone. some of the tightness in his chest relaxes with those words.
if only she didn't sound so desperate and like she was convincing him to stay. as if please don't go didn't need to be said because it was already interwoven into each syllable.
even if this is how she feels now, how long until she gets tired of him?
Robin doesn't respond but he doesn't push her away, either, letting her unleash her frusration, desperation, her passion onto him like she's a tidal wave for her to wear down on. or more appropriately? for a fire to burn away at his flesh.
all he does is grab her arms, his touch gentle as ever.]
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when she can't spell Ibaraki and has cat pillows.
but she also blocks his escape, as if she can read his mind. already knowing she's keeping him in her room as prisoner, he sighs and scratches at his head. tousling it more. he doesn't wince with her insults, but his face goes a bit blank when she confirms what he already knows. that he's nothing and that he means nothing to anyone. some of the tightness in his chest relaxes with those words.
if only she didn't sound so desperate and like she was convincing him to stay. as if please don't go didn't need to be said because it was already interwoven into each syllable.
even if this is how she feels now, how long until she gets tired of him?
Robin doesn't respond but he doesn't push her away, either, letting her unleash her frusration, desperation, her passion onto him like she's a tidal wave for her to wear down on. or more appropriately? for a fire to burn away at his flesh.
all he does is grab her arms, his touch gentle as ever.]