Still, Like Dust, I'll Rise

A little girl lost her family, became a doctor, and witnessed death. She is no one's hero, not even her own. Who can you save when you can't save yourself?

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[elastticheart]

[tavq-crumb-blog]

“I was wondering if you needed some help… kind of looks like you might,”

[docrobinsong-blog]

“I really, really do. Garnet, you’re a wonder. Can you read Marion in 1A his concussion results? They’re on the counter in 1D. Or you can take Jo in the 1B back room, and practice a suture, I can get one of the nurses to supervise.”

[hisbrutality-blog]

dusk caught, a DEATH wish lingering in the air. agony starched bones             a MIND ruined. flesh formed to bone, the LAMB of silence. for death cursed, ice and earth salted. eyes half-masted, a BURN cut to the ground. they’re simple, a BLACKENED WELKIN. twas’ not like death. he doesn’t WANT to fall like those, do. red stained fingers  (     this time, not blood     )              so he smiles.

❝   want an apple ? or i could make some toast ?   ❞

[docrobinsong-blog]

Robin shook. The weight of the day had crashed over her. The clock on the wall read that it was only six in the evening, but Robin hadn’t slept since the bomb went off. Quietly, she slipped into the kitchen, wiping the dust of the street off on her perpetually blood-stained work clothes. She’d hoped to see Garnet, a cheerful face to brighten her evening, if only for a few moments. She wasn’t there, but she still managed to find a familiar face - one who wasn’t in the fight, who was on the same page as Robin, who she was happy to see, even if she didn’t really know him but in passing. “Hey, Teach,” she said, her voice soft, near whisper.

“If you have an apple to spare, I wouldn’t mind one.”

[riddikulss]

[theandycopper-blog]

live fast, die young, red guard does it best.

[nothingismorescarythanreality]

lovely maggie q

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[docrobinsong-blog]

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“Just like old times, huh?” Aurora asked. Robin couldn’t see Ro’s smirk in the darkness, but she was sure it was there.

“Shh,” she whispered. If they got caught, it would be death for both of them. Aurora might be okay with that risk, but Robin still hadn’t trained a successor. She needed more time. She almost laughed at the thought - she had never wanted more time. She’d wanted less time, if anything. She’d wanted not to draw out a life where she wasn’t free, where she wasn’t living. Huh. Maybe she was, now, both those things.

Though not in this exact instant. Somehow they had ended up in Eveline Calore’s closet, hidden at the last second by a loudly apologetic Lake. Eveline had left minutes later, but not far enough down the hall that they could escape.

Hearing a noise, footsteps approaching the door, Robin pushed herself against Ro, moving them further into the back corner of the closet. They wouldn’t be hidden if someone were to open the door, but there was a placebo of a hint of some marginal safety. 

Perhaps, too, there was something about the way Robin’s head was now flush against the nape of Ro’s neck, and Ro wrapped her arms around Robin’s waist to hold her in place, hands against her back, comfortable.

Yeah, maybe it was a bit like old times.

[docrobinsong-blog]

“The world is quiet here.”

Aetius had his first trip to Naercey today, and the entire city was abuzz. This had to go well. The fate of the entire Guard rested in his hands. He had to be content with whatever he saw. Robin cleaned the emergency apartments and went up the stairs to her second floor library. She wasn’t needed, and the natural, late afternoon light streaming in through the windows was too good to pass up. She sat on her couch and pulled a book from the piled of “currently being read” books on the coffee table. She sank back and let herself get lost in the fantasy.

“The world is quiet here,” a man’s voice said. Robin looked up. Aetius. She hadn’t met him yet, and didn’t think she would unless she visited Archeon. Robin stood up. “No, sit,” he said, so Robin sat back down. He wandered among her shelves as she tried to ignore him and keep reading. He picked up a book, finally, and sat down on the couch next to Robin. Out of all the other chairs in the room, he chose to sit next to her, a lowly Red. “I’m Aetius,” he said.

“I -” Robin stopped herself before she could say I know in a protective voice that was instinctual from her time with the Silvers another lifetime ago. “I’m Robin,” she said, and gave him a small smile, before turning back to her book. She heard him open his book, and they sat like that until dinner, quiet, bathed in a world of near-sunset light.

[docrobinsong-blog]

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(this takes place in the past because I had an idea so flashback to around when Gabriel was born)

Seven minutes in heaven, the kids called it. Robin preferred “I’m too freaking old for this,” but they had cheered so aggressively when Robin finally gave into their request for her to participate, so now here she was, in a closet, with Flynn Cross. 

“So we’re supposed to kiss?” Robin asked, looking at the other man, his face highlighted only by the slats in the door. He shrugged. “For seven minutes?” She smirked and took a step toward him, placing a quick peck on his lips. She pulled back, a quiet laugh shaking her body. He smiled too. “How’s Lake?” she asked.

“Good, good,” Flynn said, “Home with Gabe.”

“And Gabe’s hands are unclenching?” Robin prodded further.

“Yeah,” Flynn said, his grin increasing, “The little guy can give me a high five now.”

“That’s amazing,” Robin said, and gave him a quick squeeze from the side, the most they could do in the cramped space.

“Hey, old farts!” A voice came from the outside, “You’re doing it wrong!”

“Well, they’re not doing it, that’s the problem,” another voice said. Robin recognized that voice.

“Garnet,” Robin raised her voice, “I swear to the stars you do not want to continue with that train of thought!”

[docrobinsong-blog]

♡ (probs feelings for aurora lbr)

Robin didn’t usually talk when she drank, but she’d let Greyson trade her his tequila rations for her whiskey rations out of pity, and she had a different kind of buzz.

“...and I just...I can’t tell her how I feel and I don’t even know how I feel so it doesn’t even matter. Plus, she has no regard for human life. It’s ridiculous. And I should hate her for that, right?” She groaned and put her head against where her forearms rested on the bar in front of her. She hadn’t mentioned anyone by name, but she was sure Greyson wasn’t drunk enough to miss that she was talking about Aurora. So now the career criminal knew about her crush on the career terrorist. She was a career doctor, she wasn’t supposed to be dealing with this.

She glanced up at the man next to her as he smirked. “We should get you home,” he said. He put one arm around her waist to support her legs, and the other held onto his whiskey. “I’ll bring it back,” he told the bartender, who simply sighed and walked away from them.

She leaned into him as they left the bar. He was soft, and smelled nice, even though half the smell was the whiskey. “Why can’t I fall in love with you instead? You’re nice and don’t blow people up on a regular basis.” She thought for a moment, remembering his status as a criminal and the fact that it was his ship that blew up. “You don’t, do you?” she asked, “Well, if you do, you clean up well.” 

[ofnieves-blog]

“I have to tell you that I have not been called honey since I was like five….–” Adri pointed out ( it had been her mother that had called her that ) as she did as she was told. “Let’s just say my shoulder had a rough time during that raid. Some stupid ass silver officer shot at me and another one attempted to break my fucking arm.”

[docrobinsong-blog]

“Usually you’re unconscious when I call you honey,” Robin shot back, heading to get some extra disinfectant. “Alright, you know the drill. Want a rag to bite on?” She held out a piece of cloth in her hand. Adri was a raider, she knew the clinic hadn’t gotten a new shipment of local anesthetic in a while.

[docrobinsong-blog]

✗

Robin wasn’t sure why she bothered reading Silver newspapers, but she did try to steal one from Archeon whenever she went into the city. They hadn’t printed out pamphlets in Naercey since the Scarlet Guardian became the Scarlet Guard and their tactics became more aggressive and less -

And then Robin was on top of the leader of the Guard and they were both covered in the dust of the road. She took a deep breath. “Sorry,” she said, trying to pick herself up and pretending to not notice where her head had landed.

“It’s fine,” Aurora muttered. Still on top of her, Robin looked her over for injuries - force of habit. Finding nothing wrong, she moved to get off of Aurora when she locked eyes with the blonde, who was staring at her intently. 

Robin felt drawn to Aurora, the magnetism she’d felt all those years ago, that she still felt every so often. She felt almost as though Aurora was leaning in. She blinked and the moment was over. She got up, and stretched out a hand.

“Thanks,” Aurora said, somewhat bluntly.

“It’s fine,” Robin said, but she ducked and turned to leave, unable to meet Aurora’s eyes.

[ofnieves-blog]

“I was wondering if you had some medicine for the pain, or else I’m going to have to snatch some of that remaining whiskey.” 

[docrobinsong-blog]

“Hey, no, Adri, honey, what kind of pain? Sit down on that table over there, let me get my cart.”

[docrobinsong-blog]

Nonsexual acts of Intimacy - Select from the following for my muse to respond to...

♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes

♕: Holding hands

♖: Having their hair washed by your muse

♗: Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse's lap.

♘: Cuddling in a blanket fort

♙: Sharing a bed

♚: Head scratches

♛: Sharing a dessert

♜: Shoulder rubs

♝: Reading a book together

♞: Caring for each other while ill (specify which party is which)

♟: Patching up a wound

♤: Taking a bath together

♧: Your muse playing with their hair

♡: Accidentally falling asleep together

♢: Forehead or cheek kisses

♠: Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc.

♣: Back scratches

♥: Your muse crying about something

♦: Slow dancing

[darianmarlowe-blog]

“I just wanted to check in and make sure you were taking care of yourself because I know things can get very hectic. You’ve been staying hydrated and things like that, right?”

[docrobinsong-blog]

“Oh, um, yeah. Thanks, Dar. Things are fairly okay tonight. How are you? You need even more water than I do. How’s your sleeping? And how’s Ro? She always says she’s fine but she’s Aurora freaking Hawthorne so if something’s going on I’m probably not the first person she’s going to.”