#p:robyn

[thedevilhasyournumber]

Fifty Shades Of Hell

Lucifer had been texting the slayer from the bar and it was quite obvious she was drunk so he figured, why not mess with a young slayers head before she was brainwashed by the other slayers in to their way of life. She didn't want to be a part of this and this could prove more fun for him than anything else. Finally saying he'd go after teasing her for a little while, he teleported himself to her location and tilted his head as he watched her. "Well..." He chuckled. "You certainly do need a little help." He did a quick scan of the room for any devil traps but everything was very genuine. 

[josie-jonesx]

Stolen || Robyn & Josie

How Josie ended up in this blonde woman’s car, she’d never know. Robyn. That was her name. Golden and bright, always smiling it seemed and fuck, she annoyed the hell out of Josie without even really speaking to her. It was hypocritical and she knew it. But Josie couldn’t stand how put together she always looked when there were more important things to be concerned about, and it didn’t matter how much time the short blonde spent in front of the mirror, dying her hair and snipping off tresses. Robyn was just more annoying, totting herself around in a Lincoln. Christ. Josie had just stepped into the car without looking or caring, just wanting to be on the road.

Fuck, did she choose the wrong one.

So Josie kept her mouth shut tightly, like she usually did around most people, only speaking when spoken too and a part of that sounds too obedient to her mind. No, she had never been an obedient citizen. Or daughter. One of her guns rested on her thigh, finger keeping it in place as she watched the abandoned cars and cold scenery drift by her window. This was going to be the longest car ride of her life.

[eli-gray]

Breathing || Eli + Robyn

Eli shoves the door shut with his foot as he angles them both inside. The magazine gets tossed on the table next to him and for a moment it's almost surreal how normal it is. He doesn't know that it resembles anything like his kind of life, or hers if they're being honest, but the sensation itself is something that could've been familiar. If he puts aside everything else then it's just him and his girlfriend in a hotel room, nothing to indicate that the world outside is completely and utterly altered.

Except he knows better, knows there's dead men wandering the parking lot outside, that he had to get rid of a body yesterday that would've been rotting in the hall above him, and none of those things bother him. If the world was still how it had been then he wouldn't have had moments like this at all. He'd be dead, or comatose, or awake and damaged beyond repair. He'd fucked up his life and if he'd managed to get over what had happened in that house, the sensation that nothing he knew was real including the girl in front of him, it didn't change the truth of them.

Right now those thoughts are fleeting things that he discards, because it's freezing outside but Robyn's warm beneath his hands. He smiles as his hands settle on her hips, tugging her forward before his mouth finds hers. "Well?" he says against her lips. The words are both teasing and familiar, faintly reminiscent of a parking lot somewhere back in Jersey, smoke trickling between her lips and into his. "Let's barter."

[eli-gray]

Violent Urges || Eli + Robyn

Eli wasn't quite dead asleep, not like after a night out scouting. He'd spent the day yesterday clearing the highway with his brother, and those small abuses of power were enough to leave him tired, but not dead to the world. He'd woken at some point probably an hour ago, but it had just been to wrap his arm around Robyn and pull her back against his chest. For the moment he was content like this, content where he was even if he wasn't doing much. He knew it wouldn't last, because of who and what he was, but it made him appreciate the small moments like this.

He'd get restless. He knew it, and it wasn't the same as getting bored. There was an itch under his skin that didn't have much to do with drugs anymore and more to do with the poison that spiraled beneath his skin in black lines. Small things, small violences like yesterday and the day before, they helped keep it down to a minimum. But he was aware of that lingering urge, the one that said he used to hunt ghouls and he hadn't taken one on in a while. There would always be that question, of if he was strong enough, and he didn't know who he was these days if he wasn't pushing to find out the answer. If it was nothing like who he used to be, it was easier to put aside without those memories and those pains so fresh in his head.

He shifted next to her as he started to come something more like awake. His palm flattened against her stomach, mouth pressing against the back of her neck and trailing light kisses across the runes on her skin. Despite all that, those intense and violent urges, right now that wasn't what he was thinking about. He was thinking about handcuffs and killer legs, and it made his hands start to wander while he tried to bring her into the waking world with him.

The noise was loud and abrupt from above them, and it had his hands stilling where they were. He frowned as he pushed himself upright, head tilting towards the ceiling. "What the hell was that?"

[eli-gray]

Babel || Eli + Robyn

You'll build your walls and I will play my bloody part.

Eli stood on top of the barricade, his gaze focused on the highway that seemed too far away. It wasn't far from where he'd sat with Robyn last night, but it was different in the daylight, somehow more real and more dangerous. He was aware that everyone else was behind him, getting packed and getting ready to go, but he couldn't get himself to care. He was all ready to go, whatever he had shoved in the back of the Lincoln with a new tire on it and the rest of Robyn's things in the trunk. He glanced at it briefly before his attention turned towards the dead men outside their walls, the shambling zombies that reached for him with curled and grasping fingers to tear him apart. They didn't scare him. But he didn't like how many of them there were and it was with an idle motion that he drew shadows up from the ground to rip one apart.

He watched it get dragged to the ground and torn apart, and then he let them fade, let them slink back under the concrete because it was too bright out and he felt uneasy at that. He wanted to tell Sam he needed to wait, that he should wait until it was dark out and Robyn had the moon and he had the shadows. It didn't escape him that they were similar in that respect, only he was darkness and she was the light in it. The point remained that both of them would be stronger with the sun gone behind the horizon line. He didn't waste his breath. Everyone else was better equipped to deal with whatever happened in light they could see in.

He turned and stepped off the barricade, watching the line of cars get situated and he resisted the urge to find his brother and tell him again this was a shit plan. There was fear sitting heavily on his chest, the thought that despite her words, this was too much. This was asking too much from Robyn and it wasn't fair to put this weight on her shoulders.

It was the word 'fairness' that stopped him, because life wasn't fair. It was shit, always had been and always would be, and the only reason he bucked against it was because it was her. If it were him on the line he wouldn't hesitate and he wouldn't argue. He just wasn't prepared to see anything happen to her. He wasn't prepared to lose her and he didn't even want to allow for the possibility. It left him with words on his tongue that he wanted to say to her and ones that sounded too much like goodbye, so he didn't say either when he came up next to her, just a quiet "You ready?"

[eli-gray]

Glycerine || Eli + Robyn

If he's been doing good at keeping himself together, keeping alert and awake, it ends the second he gets back to his room. He slumps back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling and he's tired because he only slept a few hours, running on fumes and something like desperation. He doesn't have a timeline, but he knows something bad is coming because he saw the preparations for it and he was there at Daniel's street, he knows how this is gonna go. Only this time it's worse, because there will be more, a thousand times more, and even if he's more capable then he was then, he doesn't know if he has enough to take on more than one ghoul at a time. He hasn't even tested himself against one, and he thought he'd have more time.

His own thoughts are draining, and he shifts on the bed, lacing his fingers behind his head and staring at the ceiling, the vague thought in the back of his mind for the first time in a long time that he's not sure if he's going to live through tomorrow.

[eli-gray]

Flaws Upon Your Sleeve || Eli + Robyn

There was a moment of something like nostalgia when Eli got out of the car, a moment where he stepped into the heated air and felt the sun on the back of his neck that he was reminded sharply of when this all started. Broken New York streets and an abandoned gas station where he scribbled notes to himself in a torn composition book to try and figure out just who and what he was. He'd been anxious about lines underneath his skin and the possibility that he was sick, haunted by nightmares where he turned into a monster not so different from the ones that had been trying to kill them, and now he felt none of those things. He wondered if it was a good thing. Kip had told him fear was a good thing once.

He turned around when Robyn climbed out after him, and he wondered for a moment if this was really a good idea. There was the possibility she wouldn't like what she saw, and he was intensely aware of that. He was also aware that he wanted to show her anyway, whether it was just him reaching for some measure of understanding or because he was that arrogant at this point, he didn't know. He'd always been secretive about what he could do, more so with those who were the same as him, but it had lessened lately because he thought he'd passed the point where they could be considered the same.

There was that stray thought again, the consideration of just what he was becoming, but he didn't dwell on it too long. He was equally as beyond the point where he cared about it because for the first time in his life he was powerful and in control and he wouldn't give that up for anything.

[eli-gray]

Lights Fade Out || Eli + Robyn

It looked like rain. Eli sat on top of the same, familiar car in the parking lot, legs crossed underneath him as he smoked a cigarette. He was waiting for it to get dark, but there were thick clouds on the horizon that said that tonight might be darker than usual. He couldn't help a small thrill at that, couldn't help but think if it started raining again, rained for a month even, he'd be back in his element. He'd be comfortable and in control all the time, instead of only after dusk. He was doing better in daylight, but the comparison between his capabilities wasn't even close to a fair one. At night he was unstoppable, in the day he was just a man with some tricks.

He took a thick, heavy drag off his smoke and watched the sun as it sank down behind the treeline. The moon was already out, but it wasn't bright yet, between the still glowing sun that made the sky pale, and the clouds collecting in the distance. That was alright. It would get brighter, and if it didn't, he had his own way of making it glow.

The thought distracted him for a moment, his attention shifting to the cigarette in hand like it had answers for him. He didn't know what he was doing. At least, he didn't know what he was doing with Robyn. Everything else, he was comfortable, secure. If he was by himself, that was alright. His power was getting stronger, and he'd been pushing himself nightly to get better, to be better. That's what his brother had said to him and he'd taken it to heart, even if he'd been focusing on something else. Power was his new drug, and he knew that somewhere in the back of his mind. 

But she was up there too, and he didn't know how he felt about that. His history with women had been spotty, neither fidelity or an extreme amount of affection entering into it. They got drunk, they fucked, he said nasty things, they got sick of his shit and they left. It had been a constant and dependable, even if it hadn't been good, but this was nothing like that. Maybe it had started as a game, but there was the memory of her holding him together while his brother lay half-dead that he couldn't shake. It was nothing he'd been familiar with, because there were only two people he could say had honestly given a shit about him at some point, and only one of them had sat by a hospital bed.

There was a brief flash of light before the sun finally disappeared down behind the trees, and then he flicked his cigarette away from him. He didn't know what it was, didn't have labels or know whether it could ever be anything like what she wanted. But it was something, and he wanted her now, so he dropped easily off the car before heading inside to find her. When he did, he didn't hesitate to loop an arm around her waist, chin digging into her shoulder as he pulled her back against him, and it didn't matter to him much whether she'd been busy or not.

"Come on," he said. "I want to show you something."