with: any & all
where: ice skating rink
when: early afternoon
it had taken a moment of looking around till remi found them. the smile on her features wide and with a hint of excitement. in reality, there was plenty of the latter, but she was trying to control it. it had been much too long since she last skated and to be able to do it with a partner? even better. "sorry if i kept you waiting. got really involved with- have you ever read something so good you couldn't tear yourself away? i got involved with that. lost track of time." which meant she was on time rather than early. unorganized, but late was something remi was not. "are you ready to skate?"
signing up to go skating had been exciting at first, but now really made them anxious. the last time they had gone skating was forever ago, so falling several times while making an attempt today was almost guaranteed. currently sat waiting on a bench, he looked at his skates. silently praying that they weren't going to betray him on the ice. when remi showed up their face brightened, actually excited to hop on the ice. they listened to her, sincerely interested. " oh, all the time ! some books are impossible to put down, so i'm proud you did. did you finish it ? what book was it ? " robin loved reading and was happy that he could now find more time to do it. when she asked if they were ready to skate, they chuckled. " ... not at all. if you laugh at me when i fall, i will cry. " it was a joke. mostly.
[ ❄︎ ] vintage thrift market, 4pm
[ ❄︎ ] open for anyone
“ isn't this so perfect? ” christina muses, holding up a sweater she'd dug up from a pile in a box. it's baby blue, cable knit, and probably cashmere just by feeling it. but she frowns, seemingly unsatisfied despite the find. “ unfortunately, i don't think this is my size. ” she turns, holds it up again but this time to her companion, as if imagining what they'd look like wearing it. “ it might be yours, though. what do you think? ”
most clothes robin wore were dark. a long time ago he had realized that it helped him to blend in a bit more, which was great for someone who didn't enjoy being in the center of attention. and yet, robin was intrigued by the baby blue sweater. figuring he might at least entertain the other, he tilted his head slightly. " i don't usually wear colours other than green, but it does look like it would fit very comfortably. do you actually think it would suit me ? "
the one and only downside to montrouge ( and he could say that with confidence, after ten years of love for the place ) was the lack of family around. well, one member of his family. robin's visits were absolutely highlights, but it was monstrously difficult to drop them at the airport and wave goodbye all over again and revert back to texts and phone calls. when they'd said they were going to move, declan had been over the moon. his efforts to get robin to move in with him had been futile, but he had to admit he was a little proud of their pursuit of independence. emerging from the opposite end of the house to a familiar sight -- his child fussing over the cat that might as well be a child herself -- dec chuckled softly and paused in the threshold to drink in the scene. "hello, love," he eventually greeted, joining him in the kitchen to press a kiss into robin's hair. "jesus, you made stew? it smells fantastic." he made a point of breathing it in, then emphatically added, "thank god you didn't inherit my cooking skills, hm? are you hungry now?"
although robin absolutely adored both of his parents, he was very aware that he was more of a papa's boy than a mama's boy. they absolutely loved áine, they barely had complications, but they couldn't help but feel like their dad understood them more. declan had been very helpful in making robin come to terms with how they identified and they would always be grateful for that. his dad was probably what made moving to montrouge so exciting, though robin hated to see his health decline in person. over phone calls they could look away, pretend things weren't as bad as they were - here they couldn't. still, he wouldn't bring it up if his dad didn't. he was too afraid to make him think that robin thought of him any differently these days, which mainly wasn't true - declan was still his dad, and they loved him to bits. " hello ! " he greeted, getting back up from petting fiadh to face his dad, wrapping him into a tight hug once he was close enough. " i hope it's as good as it smells ... i wouldn't call myself a good cook, but i like showing off for you. " robin loved cooking, it was just that they didn't find a lot of time to do it when they were touring. if someone else wasn't cooking for him he'd order take - out or he'd visit a restaurant. still, he knew how to cook. he thanked his mom for that. " i guess i could eat, but i'm not hungry. are you ? we can also play a game first. i think i have uno cards in my car ... or we can just talk. " they usually brought a card game everywhere, a quick solve for whenever they couldn't talk.
"and here i thought every teacher just came along with kids on their heel." she clicks her tongue, obviously teasing, more so than when she had nagged about the children — of course, with her own younger brother being a teacher, she knew that wasn't the case, but the music teacher seemed to have a way with them. "pressure makes diamonds — have you never heard this stupid line?" as a ballerina, pippa knew well aboout pressure and they thrived on it, as long as they ignored every lingering ache or mental turmoil, as the end game was what mattered. "though i will say, a bad grade sometimes isn't the end of the world. i got plenty of them and —" they are about to say something mildly sage or uplifting, but giving a look around them, she stops herself. "nevermind. i'm back here, so obviously i did something wrong along the way." they snicker, dead - pan delivery still carrying some bitter humour. the ghost of a smile remains up on their lips, though. "robin? your parents have a sense of humour. or some kind of premonition power?" robin is a musical bird, she's almost sure of it. "let us find a seat before they are all out of tables. i'm not playing this on my feet."
" i don't think i could mentally handle a quiz night if that was the case ! like, how much help would they be in a ninet - seventies - " what good would lying do ? they hated correcting people out of the student they taught, but they'd have a better teammate in someone who knew what was going on. " do you realize it's not movies from the seventies, but from the nineties ? " he blurted out, quietly gesturing towards the board. the handwriting wasn't clear, but as a teacher he had gotten skilled in deciphering them. after listening to them talk for a moment, he shrugged his shoulders. " i don't think ending up here is that bad. i mean, my grades weren't good either ... but i had a pretty good music career. now i'm here, and i guess i'm happy. " saying 'i guess' made them realize maybe they weren't as happy as they liked to think they were, but they shrugged it off. there were worse places to be, both physically and mentally. a little laugh escaped him when they spoke about premonition powers. " either that, or they were just big fans of robin hood. though i think being named after a songbird is a lot more poetic. " they had rarely thought of it that way. the media had, but they didn't pay it much mind. robin was just a name to them. " there's a spot free over there, " he said, pointing at the only table that still had two seats free beside each other. " let's embarrass everyone by destroying them. "
when: 01/31
where: monthly trivia night
with: open (0/4)
after so many months in town, it had become a ritual for river now: every saturday night, after every dinner, he would swing by nicolette's and pick up a piece of cherry pie to take home. when he stumbles in tonight, the last thing he expects to find is an exceptionally large crowd, and what he can only surmise is some kind of... game show? in a canadian pub? river's palms are already growing slick with sweat, the author immediately unnerved, even before a staff member pushes him in the direction of a table with one open seat. he stutters after the departing waitress, blinking, then looks at the person seated next to him. "i just wanted pie," he blurts out.
robin needed to try a bit harder at getting to know people in montrouge. if he wanted to blend in, he would have to stop being a stranger to most citizens, or they would keep considering him a tourist whenever he passed by. that was how they ended up at nicolette's tonight, with every intention on having fun, but once there they were quick to shut themself out. it wasn't something they could blame on anyone but themself, but it saddened them to hear all the chatter while they couldn't collect their courage to talk to anyone themself. so, it was a relief when someone finally sat down next to them and spoke. " i think they still have pie. " they said softly, offering a smile. " i could use some, too .. " they stayed quiet for a moment, before they collected enough courage. " ... would you like to team up ? "
rowan follows robin’s gaze back to the ice for a second, watching a cheetah take a sharp turn along the boards before she looks back at them, a grin already creeping in at the edges. “nah,” she says easily, bumping her shoulder lightly against the railing. “half the town’s been coming to games for years and still couldn’t explain icing if you paid them.” her eyes flick to the coffee in their hands, then back up. “you’re doing it right; warm drink, home team, vibes only.”
at the comment about the blue hounds, her brows lift in surprise before she laughs, warm and unoffended. “is it weird? maybe a little,” she admits, amused. “but you’re not wrong.” she tips her head toward the ice. “rowan. defense. blue hounds.”
she shifts her weight, posture relaxed but clearly at home here. “if you ever wanna actually know what’s going on, i can give you the very unofficial rundown. the kind that mostly involves yelling at refs and knowing when to stand up and cheer.” a beat, her grin widening. “no skates required. unless you want extra bragging rights around town.”
" i guess i worry i'm not doing enough. i think the sport is very cool, i just never ... " they paused, tracking some movement happening on the ice. " i just never gave myself the time to understand it. " at the same time they considered themself lucky to be in a town where hockey was so important and popular. he considered hockey to be a lot cooler than football, or tennis. besides, he couldn't help smiling to himself after being told he was at least doing something right.
the smile disappeared briefly when she admitted it was weird, but they had never been faster to ease back down after being proved right. " oh ! " they responded, letting out a breath of relief. " i - i thought so ! from what i've seen you're very good. then again, maybe don't take it from the clueless ... " robin didn't consider anyone bad. maybe that was because he didn't understand the sport, but it probably was because no one was.
" i would love to actually understand what's going on. i feel like that would make the sport so much more than just entertainment. " it was already plenty fun to watch, but being able to actually understand why everyone was cheering sounded great. it would surely make the sport a lot more thrilling. " and i'd love to learn how to skate, but you'd have to be very patient. i haven't in like ... twenty years. i think i'd be worse off on ice than bambi. "
pippa has a thing for voices rather than faces, so as the person approaches them, they almost miss them altogether, had it not been by them peeping up. right. she had done her penance with all of those school children. "as long as you're not accompanied by twenty more little screaming pests, sure." it was a wonder that philippine had agreed to return to the school, but, truly, it had been for blaise — at least at first. walking in on that disaster of a show's reharsal had triggered her need to make anything related to a dance routine look nicer and, so, for a week or so of a lot of work, she had stuck around with the kids and robin. "how's emily, though? i think she has talent. beautiful voice and beautiful spin, too. it's not easy to find one thats likeable." which, in pippa's world, mean that they have some kind of talent to get out of this town and into the world — as callous as it is. "it's mr. kevin, right? know i'm not going to call you that, so what else should i call you by?"
" no, i enjoy my time off just as much as the next person. " they carried no bitterness towards his pupils. they were a lot sometimes, but that was to be expected. youngsters were known for being loud. most of them, anyways, some barely spoke at all. robin saw themself in those students so much more. they let their eyes wander through the place, before they eventually paused on the board that had the theme written on it. 90s movies, he realized, not 70s - but he didn't have the heart to correct them. she would find out soon enough, they just hoped that she'd be quick to adjust. " emily seems to be good. i don't think she has ever gotten a bad grade, but it does make me wonder if the pressure she puts on herself isn't too much. " people who were always trying to achieve perfection usually had a lot more going on. though, maybe that was just robin getting into their head. not everyone was like that; some people were gifted or had everything going for them. when pippa called him kevin he kept in a laugh. someone not remembering their name shouldn't be that funny. " fortunately my parents were a bit kinder to me than that. it's mr. robin, but please do call me robin. "
" wait, wait - but didn't we already have the intermission? " emmett asked as he looked up at the others that were getting up. it was the second break and emmett was easily confused. " what's going on ? is it over? " he got up from his seat and looked over to the person nearest to him, " who won? " if it was the end, then he figured that it was pretty anti climatic. it was the first hockey game that emmett had ever seen. he'd gone to a few football games with his friends at home but outside of that, he wasn't exactly the biggest into sports. hockey had completely passed the englishman by.
" i don't think i'm of much help here, emmett, but i do know two breaks are the norm here. unlike in, like ... football. " sports and robin didn't get along well, being on stage was usually more than enough work - out for them. still, they knew they needed some change after leaving behind that part of their life. " which means no one has won yet. which is good, since i'm pretty sure our cheetahs are behind in points. " that was, if he was reading the score board correctly. admittedly, he only liked the sport because he liked some of the people who played it. " we should educate ourselves, shouldn't we ? there should be books that explain it thoroughly - " or they could simply use google, or ask someone who knew better.
{ starter } closed for declan kearney. (@kcarneys)
{ where } declan's house.
the best part about montrouge was the fact that their dad was here. over time robin had started to love the place, enough to move here - but that was also because they longed for more closeness with his dad. before moving here they had their more than regular amount of long phone calls, but sometimes they just felt the need to hug him. which was one of the biggest reasons why he always found a reason to come over. that and the spare key they had gotten from him, which meant they could come over whenever. with a big pot of beef stew in his hands he struggled opening the door, but he managed after about a minute. " hey, fiadh. " they greeted their father's orange cat, placing down the pot on the kitchen counter as soon as he could so he could pet her. " dad ! " they called, in case the rummaging at the lock and the footsteps hadn't been enough noise for him to be informed on robin's presence. " i made beef stew ... we just need to heat it up ! " they weren't sure if their dad had anything better to do, but with the lights on they figured that he should at least be home.
who : robin & hart ( @svnblind )
location : the sweet concierge
hart sinclair has an insatiable sweet tooth and he frequents the sweet concierge multiple times a week. as the bell over the door chimes, hart’s immediately embraced by the scent of chocolate and it brings him back to childhood, if only for a fleeting moment. until the pain of nostalgia settles in. even so, his eyes are wide as he gapes at fudge, truffles, and double-dipped pretzels. hart isn’t paying attention to his surroundings when he bumps into someone. “i’m sorry,” his gaze doesn’t lift, it never does when he’s in public. he keeps his guard up, shying away from niceties and small talk. but, blue eyes land on the other’s boots and - he’d recognize them anywhere, no matter how much time had passed. heart ticks quickly in his chest as he draws his gaze up to meet robin’s. and it’s as if time freezes. a rare, uncharacteristic blush tickles his cheeks. it felt poetic, running into the sweetest person he’d ever met at a sweets shop. “you’re…you’re back?” hart questions, and he can’t fight the goofy smile that dances on his lips as he takes in their features. hart finds he’s just as fond of those eyes as he had been when they’d parted last - no, he’s even fonder, if that were possible.
the sweet concierge was fun for people who were into anything sweet, but less so for people who sucked at decision making. unfortunately enough for robin, they were both. big eyes scanned over the selection, not sure what they should go with this time. he already had a few favourites, but he wouldn't settle until he had tried everything the shop had to offer. for drinks it was different however, they changed between vanilla tea and cinnamon chai on a day - to - day basis. robin was taken out of their thought process when someone bumped into them. they were about to let it fly when they heard the other apologize. a voice he would recognize anywhere, one that made him stop in his tracks and hold his breath. their reunion was bound to happen at some point, robin just hadn't expected it to be in the shop, or today. " hey, " he greeted him, voice so soft it was barely audible. " i just moved here. i should've told you, i'm just ... " remaining eye contact was difficult without his cheeks heating up. " i'm still trying to get comfortable here. "
the rink is already buzzing by the time rowan steps inside, the familiar hum of montrouge wrapping around her like a second skin. january cold still clings to her jacket, breath fogging faintly as she pauses near the boards, eyes tracking the red cheetahs as they warm up on the ice. first game of the season. home ice. the kind of night this town lives for.
she leans her forearms against the railing, posture easy but her focus sharp, watching the boys cut tight turns and snap passes like they’ve been rehearsing this moment in their sleep. somewhere behind the bench, she knows her dad is pacing, running through lines and matchups with the same calm intensity he’s carried her whole life. the thought makes her smile despite herself.
rowan takes a sip from her drink and glances around, taking in the packed stands, familiar faces, new ones, the mix of red jerseys and hometown pride. “hawks always play like they’ve got something to prove,” she mutters, half to herself, half to anyone close enough to hear. “guess tonight we do too.”
she shifts her weight, knocking her shoulder lightly against the person beside her without much thought, an apologetic grin already forming. “sorry, crowd’s got me amped.” her eyes flick back to the ice as the lights dim slightly, anticipation crackling through the rink. “you here for the cheetahs, or just for the chaos?”
admittedly robin had never been the biggest fan of sports, only working out from time to time because he wanted to stay in shape. even then, working out to him was mainly going on walks. however, now they were adjusting to life in montrouge, he felt tempted to pick up some fitting activities. though they weren't sure if that should be ice-skating, skiing, or snowboarding.
hockey wasn't really something robin was willing to consider, but they had piqued interest in watching it regardless. it wasn't his first time here and he doubted it would be the last. their eyes were stuck on the rink, hoping that they would get a hang of the game rules if they decided to come watch more regularly. there was plenty to see on the rink, they just kept getting distracted.
when someone started talking to him his gaze shifted over, offering the woman a polite smile. " i'm here for the cheetahs. " even though there wasn't a lot they knew about the sport, they did know that. the jersey back under their thick sweater and jacket would prove it. they were just too bundled up to show it.
" even though i don't really know what's going on - isn't that bad ? " they held their cup of coffee in a firm grip, looking back at the rink. the amount of people was overwhelming, but robin didn't feel like missing out. " ... is it weird when i say you look like someone who plays for the blue hounds ? "
KAI LEANS DOWN to peruse some rings , pushing her sunglasses up onto her head . she'd slowly but surely been rebuilding her wardrobe since leaving home with nothing but a duffel bag and her backpack ( and constantly traveling around the world doesn't necessitate a ton of earthly possessions anyway ) but her ring collection was still a bit lacking and who doesn't like shopping for jewelry anyway ? she pays for two black onyx bands and thanks the seller before walking along the neighboring vendors . kai puts one of the bands on her middle finger , staring at her hand as she takes a sip of her coffee . it only takes a few seconds before she bumps into someone , though thankfully her coffee splashes back onto her rather than the other . ❛ oh shit . sorry . ❜ she gives them a sheepish grin , holding up the new ring . ❛ got a little distracted . ❜ glancing down at her jacket sleeve , she grimaces . ❛ you happen to have anything i could wipe this off with ? ❜
it wasn't a secret that robin had always been big into thrifting. for him it was easier, preferring actual vintage over whatever the big retail stores sold nowadays. it had actually been a big thing to them when creating their brand, as they were encouraged to follow fashion trends but always stayed true to themself instead. so, he had found his way to the vintage thrift market, looking through accessories and clothes. he was still in need of clothing that was better suited to the cold weather of montrouge. of course he had some, just not enough to comfortably live here without risking a cold. robin was looking through a rack of sweaters when someone bumped into him. " woah - " they needed a moment to realize what had happened before immediately reaching in their tote, to pick out a small package of tissues. " let me help you. " he knew kai, that being the main reason why he offered; he would feel awkward otherwise. it hardly mattered that she intimidated him a bit. robin removed a tissue from the package, using it to try and gently dab away the spillage. " ... what had you so distracted ? " they couldn't help but feel like they had to say something else to make sure kai knew they weren't upset.
[ ✧ ] STARTER open to everyone !
[ ✧ ] LOCATION the sweet conscierge .
rarely ever cordelia’s sweet tooth triggers, being more of a complex dishes woman, of wine and pastas and experimental salty plates, pastries are strangely something she craves. however, there are always exceptions to her rules, even when they’re few. she stops by the sweet conscierge quietly after a particularly rough shift, orders a coffee, black, unsugared, and stares at the traits on display. she’s never been an indecisive woman, but today, being an exceptional day, she can’t pick what she wants. “ god, why is this so hard, ” she murmurs under her breath, unaware someone is close enough to hear her. “ lemon pie … tiramisú … croissant … ” she reads the labels calmly, softly, biting her bottom lip when her patience runs thin, and feels the beginnings of frustration bubbling in the pit of her stomach.
moving to a new place meant finally being able to build up some routines. being used to tour life and constantly being all over the place robin didn't really know what that was like, though they were very open to that changing. one part of his new routine was making a stop at the sweet concierge every day to get himself a cup of tea and whatever pastry he was in the mood for. their eyes scanned today's selection, still trying to keep some variety in this newly formed routine, when they heard someone speak. robin turned their head slightly so they could look at the woman. " i know you didn't ask, but their cannolis are to die for. especially the tiramisu and pistachio flavoured ones ... though you might disagree. " they hoped them giving their opinion wasn't annoying, instead hoping it might help.
when : 31st of january, around the end of happy hour
where : nicolette's
with : open (0/3)
for all the chatting they have with sam, perhaps they should have known that tonight would be the night of the trivia games — the tradition is so old it's almost laughable she has forgotten, though pippa would take it as a sign of pride that she's been able to put aside something that seems to be the core of this damned town. either way, they are here and, without a refill of drinks at adrien's, they may as well join in. "do you have a team yet?" she asks to the nearest person. "but, hey, only if you're good in..." they pause, looking at the chalk - written sign. "70s movies?" it's a question. she can't quite decipher sam's ugly scrabbles.
settling into a new place meant mingling with the townfolk. at least, to robin it did. they knew a few people here - their dad and some others they had met during their trips to montrouge - but they wanted to expand their horizons a little. the pub seemed a good place for that. it was just unfortunate that he didn't immediately improve on the aspect of communication. when someone started talking to them they looked up, happy to see a familiar face. robin wouldn't consider pippa and him friends per se, but they had piqued his interest. she was brutally honest and robin respected that. " i don't have a team ... and i like to think i know a thing or two about 70s movies. that aside, we have worked together before. do you think you can do that again ? "
do you know ROBIN KEARNEY ? they are that MUSIC TEACHER that works at MONTROUGE HIGH & MIDDLE SCHOOL … no ? really ? i hear they are passionate and loyal but i’ve also seen them being hesitant and timid. they have been around town for THREE MONTHS of their TWENTY-NINE years of age, and whenever i see them, i am reminded of cluttered apartments with moving boxes still packed, notebooks with half-finished songs, a voice that rises only in music, a faint and lingering smell of vanilla and tea. they even look like that JACK WOLFE and i remember hearing angela by the lumineers blaring out of their earphones that one time. do you know who i’m talking about now ?
basics.
full name: robin fionn kearney.
age: twenty - nine.
birthdate: march seventeenth.
gender: demi man.
pronouns: he / they.
sexuality: queer.
faceclaim: jack wolfe.
occupation: music teacher at montrouge high & middle school.
hometown: dublin, ireland.
robin kearney was born to áine and declan kearney in dublin, ireland. growing up he felt spoiled in the sense of love, never knowing of complications that played and hid themselves behind closed doors.
from an early age, robin was drawn to music. to the annoyance of most of his family members most of his childhood toys made sounds. whether it was the toy xylophone or his mother's piano, he was always busy making music. fortunately enough for his family he seemed to be musically inclined and it didn't sound half bad. however, they never really said anything.
when they were four years old they started ukulele lessons, still too tiny to pick up the guitar. it showed in everything he did that he was way more interested in his music lessons than in school, but wanting to avoid disappointing his parents he tried hard. though, they could never really focus.
their inability to focus showed in a lot of things they did. whether it was at school, chores they were given when growing older or while doing homework, their brain went everywhere at once all the time. it didn't help that they still didn't really want to talk, either. when they were nine years old they got their autism diagnosis after their teachers noticed differences in their patterns.
after his diagnosis he was put in therapy and on medication. although it was a slow process and not a miracle cure, it became easier for them to talk more and focus better. school became easier though there were still days where he struggled more than others. with time, learning even brought them joy.
although later than he would have liked, he started taking guitar lessons at twelve. by then he had mastered the ukulele and occasionally learned songs on the piano from songbooks and his mother. singing the songs he played the music from started behind close doors. robin still wasn't too fond of their voice being heard, but they were eventually caught by their grandmother.
despite their voice being something they were very shy about, their grandma told their parents about it and as result they were offered also starting vocal lessons. it was something he passed up on at first, but came back to at fourteen when he got a bit more comfortable with themself. robin being musically inclined was something that kept being proven and the confidence and kick he got out of it decided he wanted to make a career out of it.
at seventeen he started studying performing arts at trinity college in dublin. everything was going wonderfully and robin had found their calling. it was also the age where they started posting cover videos on youtube for exposure and even though that was nerve - wrecking at first, the viewers loved it.
when he had freshly turned eighteen everything seemed to fall apart. their parents came clear to them about their loveless marriage and got divorced. not much later his dad moved away to canada, which left robin alone with his mother. robin had always loved their mother very much, but he was left behind wondering what he had done wrong to make his dad leave.
since robin was a sensitive boy it took him some time to get used to the changes, but because he wasn't willing to lose his shot at a music career over it he kept going. at twenty they booked their first few gigs, which were absolutely terrifying. being stared at and perceived by so many people was terrifying, but they tried their best to push fears aside to keep going.
it started off slowly, doing several small gigs and mini tours, until they eventually booked as the support act of a bigger artist. it started out as an european tour which eventually expanded to a world tour. robin fell hard for the artist he got to work with and only two months into their tour they started dating. they realized that it might be a bad decision that could cause tension in the tour if they broke up, but robin didn't care then. which all ended up okay, their relationship outlived the tour and way past that.
after the tour was finished robin took a break, before finally booking their own tour at twenty-four. videos of them performing live and interviews went viral and finally all the effort turned out to have been worth it. they were still in a relationship with their musician and for a few years everything was perfect.
slowly though surely cracks started to form. it was challenging to maintain their love lives while touring at the same time and even though robin stayed devoted, their partner got bored. turn to their 28th birthday in march where a friend apologized for what happened between robin and his boyfriend. not knowing what they meant he asked, after which he found out he had been cheated on. they broke up over it and their love for touring dimmed.
robin, who was also missing their father, decided to move to canada early october for a fresh beginning after deciding the break they needed from performing was more than just a tiny hiatus. though, as still a big fan of music they decided to apply for the music teacher position at montrouge high & middle school, which turned out in their favour.
right now robin is deeply into the next chapter of their life. having been busy for so long he missed out on a lot of time he could have spent on human connections. robin swears montrouge is helping them recover and doubts whether or not they want to get back into performing ever again.
headcanons.
drinks tea way more than coffee, especially vanilla tea. however, he tends to abuse caffeine sometimes to deal with his students.
even though they aren't (currently) focused on their own music, they carry a notebook everywhere in which they write any song lyrics that come to mind.
sometimes still doesn't know how to get his words out. his mutism is a lot less than what it used to be, but it still plays a factor.
even though they moved her three months ago by now, he still has several moving boxes unpacked. they're not sure how they want to decorate.
loves sweets and it shows in everything. their tea? vanilla flavoured. their cologne? either smells like vanilla or apple pie. it comforts him.
struggles to initiate physical affection, but melts immediately when someone else does it first. probably often fears to be too much for people.
loves his students and he is very patient with them. notices it when someone seems down and is always open to offer them a helping hand.
often has earphones on. sometimes with music playing, sometimes without - it just gives him an extra sense of security.
is incredibly loyal, sometimes a bit too much. causes them to forgive too easily which makes it easy for others to take advantage of him.
apologizes too much and too fast because they blame themself for everything. might make their apologies seem insincere, but they never are.
his apartment is covered in fairylights. hung them up for christmas and hasn't taking them down. also isn't planning on taking them down.
remembers the smallest details about nearly everyone. whether it be their favourite snacks, movies, music or whatnot. they're an attentive listener.
is terrible at asking for help, even when it's clear he needs it. often scared to be a burden, and he'd rather just be stubborn.
wanted connections.
safe space: someone who understands him more than anyone in montrouge. the person he dares to come with when he needs someone. open / taken.
gentle pusher: someone who helps them move out of their shell a little bit and be more spontaneous. open / taken.
soft flame: someone who could slowly help robin believe in love again. someone who initiates affection first and feels comfortable. open / taken.
unlikely friends: someone really different from robin. maybe more spontaneous and loud. despite their differences they are very close. open / taken.
bad influence: someone enabling robin into some things that aren't good. like doing impulsive shit. robin would be down for it to live a little. open / taken.
crushes: possibly someone robin met when visiting montrouge to see his dad. things never really moved due to distance, but might now? open / taken.
open to anything else! might also being adding to this with time!
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