— Who was he to deny this man of that pleasure? Who was he to say no? No one, he was the one who was causing the great pain to him and even now he probably hurt him even more by expressing words he didn’t understand. How dare he, how could he? Robin just wanted to understand but by trying to understand it seems as though he made an even bigger mess of everything, it was frustrating but what was he to do? Nothing. There was nothing he could do but let time heal his mind, in hopes of returning what was once lost.
Even now as he said his name, it came out the same way, soft and full of so much of an unknown emotion. Robin couldn’t control it, it just came out that way without him even thinking about it, why didn’t he know the reason behind any of this? He needed to know. The boy couldn’t stand hurting this man any longer, how dare he hurt him? There was no right for Robin to hurt, Robin was a monster if he continued to hurt him… or can you really hurt the hands of a man who already dipped his life in cold blood?
The tactician turned his attention towards their hands, yet again he began to find himself staring at them. Maybe it was from how nice Henry’s cold hand felt against his own, maybe it was because it was the first time they had any sort of physical contact with each other… in the end, this just felt like one thing. Right. It felt as though it should be, as though it’s been there before but now it’s back and how great it is for it to be back. Robin’s heart was in a tango of emotions and that one feeling, even then was still and firmly placed.
Huh? What was he about to say, what was he about to say so desperately that it almost would sound like his life depended on it? Why was he so dependant on it? Answers could wait, emotions were sky rocketing and at the moment the only thing he could think about was now. What was going on right now and not the surroundings, how odd it was that the boy who was always one step ahead is so many steps behind. So many steps lost in the past without answers that he needed something like this to keep himself from breaking.
❝ Don’t let go, just, please just stay… for a bit. ❞
Robin could feel his voice crack a bit near the end, though usually he’d find himself embarrassed about it, he brushed it aside. It even shook a bit if you listened closely, but Robin hoped it wasn’t that noticeable. Still it didn’t really matter as slowly the shock faded and reality set itself in, he found his body shaking slowly and breaths growing shallow. Slowly, he felt tears drip down and onto the cold ground.
❝ P-Please... this is all too much… ❞
Henry clenched his teeth, his head slowly lowering while his cold hands was still holding onto Robin’s. The barrier that Henry had built up, the barrier that was supposed to protect the fragile heart of Henry’s. It felt like something was ticking in him, his body pulsing, and his vision becoming more blurry. The dark mage forced a quievering smile onto his lips, his head lifting slightly- just perfectly enough to make the two of them look at each other in the eyes.
“Robin, you waited for.. Me. You really did, didn’t you?”
Henry’s throat tightened. He was supposed to be calm, but his tone in his voice was shaky and was choking after air. He felt a bit repulsive being like this, he felt disgusted by his own voice, and a shiver was sent down his spine as his eyes glanced down at their hands entangled like they are.
Henry whimpered, his head lowering again and his legs finally giving in. His hands above his head with his fingers curled into the other male’s hands, the dark cape slowly cascaded after, adorning the ground. His heart was waiting to get crushed once more, the tidbits scattered around him. Henry was an open book now, his barrier broken and fallen onto his body, a body that felt like a corpse.
Henry focused down onto the ground, and with a blink a tear was already fallen onto the ground, and another, and one more. A broken man, and soon enough Henry’s hands were slipping away from the Tactician- just like before when they were kids, when they were young, and had sworn to never leave.
Henry’s hands covered his face, as if he was too shamed to show himself, to show Henry. He shook his hands, his shoulders trembling and his hands shaking. There was a big lump of guilt in his throat, and Henry could feel his throat giving up on him, his tongue twisting and his eyes hurting.
“Don’t-- Don’t look at me. I’m a joke so just.. Go.”
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