[ CLEAR ] for one muse to wipe the other’s tears. - modern
✧ ━━ 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓 𝐁𝐂 𝐈 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆
𝙼𝙾𝙳𝙴𝚁𝙽 𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙴
“W-Well, I ━ it's just so ... so sad!”
Robin blubbered, voice cracking with emotion as he flung his hand dramatically toward the flickering TV screen while the heart-wrenching and raw scene of Leonardo DiCaprio sinking into the icy abyss of the Arctic Circle, leaving behind the warmth of the love of his life. Rose's sorrowful voice took up the leftover space in the room as she clung to the memory of their last moments and begged for him to stay with her. A futile thing. She'd never be able to save him. Melancholic orchestral swell enveloped the room next, Robin nestled himself next to her, and right then and there his body seemed to collapse entirely. Tears sat like pearls atop the backdrop of his flushed cheeks, while his sobs bounced between them and he blew his nose into the offered tissue.
A third glass of wine lay empty on the coffee table, no doubt the main perpetrater in the unraveling of his mental defenses, having left behind someone who now laid open and raw. Big, blubbering tears continued their betrayal, cascading down his face as he frantically swiped at them, only to find more pooling at the corners of his eyes. It was almost funny ━ until Robin's drunken analysis began, his words tumbling out with reckless abandon. And unbeknownst to him each acted like a tiny hammer to expose a well of shared pain that neither had fully acknowledged ━ and even so he first assumed that Miss Evelynn was merely reveling in the spectacle of his unguarded ego.
“She c-can’t save him … ” The florescent scene reflected in his pupils, as he murmured, "And he can't save anyone either … "
Miss Evelynn was stilll sat beside with an unsettling grace, and he couldn't help but think that she was rather callous then, but he was completely oblivious to whatever hellish swirling memory this was churning within her. Soon he felt a hand brush his cheek, delicate and soft, as she pulled him closer on her chest. He had seen it ━ that weight in her stare, that profound depth that seemed to echo back the heartache he felt; but it was a bittersweet recognition, one that his wine would not let him indulge in. Instead, he hid away again and stammered,
"Ah ━ I'm sorry, I-I promised myself I wouldn't cry anymore and yet ... "
Abel, what is this? I don't need a stupid toy, I'm not a child!
It was a gift from your mother. You remember her, don't you? It was only a few years ago you were given this … I thought it might help you ━
No! No! I don't want it! I hate it! I hate it!
Robin still laid as the gentle curve of her palm continued to cradle his cheek, letting his breath steady out as she wiped at his glistening face. His green gaze drifted up to meet her languid stare, half draped over her form while her arms and lashers constricted and curled around him; as if letting go would destine him to dissipate into nothingness at the slightest gust of wind. … nothingness. With a slight shift, he redirected his focus to the television. An onslaught mix of pleading, screaming, and heart-wrenching sobs pierced through the frozen, endless expanse of pitch black night before her. One that would swallow her until there was nothing left. Begging for someone ━ anyone ━ to save her.
The breath of familiarity against his subconscious brought a shudder to his spine.
Help me! Help me! A-Abel please, help me!
Robin turned his attention back to Eve, who was rather … quiet, but now his eyes shone brightly back at her instead of the slit-throat corpse she had found lying forgotten in the murky alleys of Zaun. But that memory was far beyond lost by now.
... Or at least one of them would be free from it.