#past!robin

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((Some Past!Alive!Robin drabble

"This is atrocious."

His voice cut like a hot blade through butter as he looked upon the patient before him. Robin blinked a few times as he examined the area where she had been healed, it was a mangled mess of magic. His lip pulled upwards in disgust as he glanced back to the other mage as they stuttered,

"I-I followed everything correctly! I have every ingredient here--there's..the healing should have worked. It's just..It should have worked--I've read all of the material, it cures this sort of thing--"

Robin slammed his hand on the table with a loud bang and turned to look down at his coworker, who in turn stumbled back. Green eyes, nearly phosphorescent in the darkness of the room, looked upon the man with such contempt. His white hair caught the glow of the lamp behind him as he took a single step forward, his heel clicking on the floor beneath it,

"You did this with no failsafe in place? And here I had faith you weren't completely moronic…but this…You've even shocked me." The words came out like poison.

"You're reliance on that damn book nearly cost her life," his voice was low and threatening, anger lacing through every syllable he spoke, "Your practices are far from medical--you rely entirely on runic writing to tell you what to do without any actual knowledge of what you're changing or trying to fix." Robin held his coworker's gaze for a long moment, making sure every word made itself as prominant and important as the last, "A man who performs procedures of any kind on his patients without understanding the inner workings of them is no doctor. No medic, and no healer."

Finally he turned back to the female patient on the table who was growing weaker and weaker by the second.

"Now get out. I have much work to do fixing what you've broke, I'll not have her life be forfeit because of your idiocy," his voice was low as he slid his hands into fresh gloves, annoyance creeping into his tone as he knew the other hadn't moved from his spot. As if Robin's words had nailed him to the floor, "I told you to leave."

"…Y-Yes sir."

Robin sighed once the door was shut and the corner of his lip quirked up as he flicked a syringe,

"It's just us now, don't worry friend, I will fix you right as rain."

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"Ugh..."

"Mm..? What is it?"

The mage stared boredly out of the window of their apartment, watching the flickering lights over the city as a light rain sprinkled over the Promenade level. He leaned on the window with folded arms, a steaming cup of coffee in his hand as he kept his gaze outward, not moving or glancing over when Abel walked over. Robin finally peered up to him and his eyelids fell halfway, catching the sharp angle of his jawline. Robin's voice was soft as he spoke, unsure of itself,

"I just...I...I just want to know why you turned down that job offer with Miss Glasc. She could get you far."

The air was quiet between them for a few moments before Robin flinched at the sudden feeling of a cigarette poking his lips. He opened instinctually and watched as Abel brought the lighter to his own, sparking the tobacco to life. Green eyes met red and Robin stared at him for a long moment, watching his partner lean in and press the embers of his cigarette to Robin's. The ashes spread between the both of them as Abel murmured,

"You really have to ask that...? After 8 years..?"

The two pulled back from the proximity and Robin kept his eyes on Abel's, how their cigarettes nearly brushed eachother. A part of his heart ached at those soft red eyes, the harshness of his partner had faded as his humanity grew over time. Robin had practically forgotten that Abel was just a mask and...his hand brushed his. The man watched him carefully, curiously raising a brow as he spoke.

"Well...?"

"I..." He bit his lip, he wanted to say so much. To relay so much to him--but...but....How? He couldn't force the words out and he found himself stumbling over them before he finally did speak. Words of callousness, "I suppose the pay is better here, plus you have a lot of allies. No need to start over."

"..." Abel stared, before he pulled away fully and sighed, blowing smoke away from him, gazing out the window. "And the view is to die for."

His words left Robin's lips yearning.

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A shallow breath trembles from his lips as he lowers his pencil down onto the wooden desk before him, the sweet lull of sleep whispering in his ear as the candle flickered, calling him to rest. Robin's gaze rolls over to the orange flame, submitting to the warm glow as his eyelids droop down halfway and a yawn leaves his lips. The library is quiet, nearly silent once his writing stopped, and he sits there to take it in, wondering how many hours he had been seated inside of its darkness...His pocket watch had stopped ticking however many hours ago, and he is loathe to admit that he has no idea how long he has been sat at this desk, scribbling equations and ideas down in hopes that he would not forget.

Usually bright green eyes traces the graphite across the page, but he is far too aware of how exhausted he is, and with little resistance he lays his head down with a smack. A shudder runs over his form as he finally allows his eyes to close, convincing himself that he would surely be up in a short amount of time, he would complete his work. It would be fine. And yet...he sits there quietly as his face is buried into his folded arms, hiding from the candle's glow.

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There's a long moment of hesitant silence from Viktor before he offers Robin a slice of the chocolate cake he was given along with sweetmilk. "Here. It is not much, but you looked like you needed some. It is -- eh-- not much but I hope you enjoy."

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Exhausted and hazy eyes roll over with a wet glint as Viktor offers him the cake, his expression one of pure misery after they had been up all night working on Heimerdinger's paperwork. His green gaze lowers to the cake, staring at it for a long moment as his brain tried to decipher what the hell he was looking at--what part of the..project did that belong to? Before it finally dawned on him;

This was food. Viktor was trying to feed him.

Robin's expression shifts from one of uncertainty to a faint tenderness towards his friend, gripping the edge of the plate with a smile before he pat the spot beside him, urging him to sit. Nimble fingers plucked the glass next, bringing the liquid to his parched lips, gulping it down before he sighs. His heavy lids struggle to open as he glances to the man, tilting his head to the side with a smile, "Join me for a bit longer, friend? Or is it time you finally turned in for the night?"

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"Ack--" The motion catches Robin somewhat off guard as his attention is pulled from the fungi infront of him, forceps in one hand and a scalpel in the other, the glasses upon his nose causing his green eyes to take up most of his face. He set the utensils down and pulled off the glasses--blinking twice before he recognized Jayce beside him. Had he finished with his studies for the day already?

"What is it? You nearly caused me to cut through my sample." He raised a brow before a long snowy lock fell into his face, and he pulled his hair down, only to begin tying it right back up. Robin glanced to him with crescent lidded eyes, "Well? Jayce? Surely you could have at least given me a warning!"

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!!! (for either Viktor or Jinx)

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JINX He paused in his writing to glance over as a younger Jinx popped into his office once more, and he stayed seated to keep eye level with her as he gazed over her work. "You're a clever girl, Jinx, and your sketches have gotten much cleaner. I'm always impressed by how quickly you adapt and grow, that pliability will get you far." Robin spoke softly, finally standing up,

"Show me how it works?"

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VIKTOR Gorgeous rays of blue light curled and danced before him as he sat with Viktor next to the hex core, gazing up at the wonder above when it was activated. Robin felt close to tears watching it, like the mysteries of the universe were laid bare before him and he slowly lowered his notebook. Somehow he felt as though he had become so much more. "It...its beautiful..." He laughed weakly and turned to Viktor in disbelief, his gaze holding respect and joy.

"Thank you for adding more colors to my life, what a privilege it is to call you friend, Viktor. Janna--you're incredble--the world is lucky to have you in it."

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Robin Oh Gods above, is my hair alright? --Why am I thinking about my appearance right now? I stand before greatness and I am wondering about my hair. Idiot. So....this is Viktor, the man who Heimerdinger has taken up as his assistant...Another Zaunite! Yes! This is wonderful--finally! To finally have someone who knows what home is like! Ahh, I have so many questions for him--Ah--Is he talking to me? Oh Gods--my throat feels dry. Ah--did my voice crack when I spoke? Was it obvious? Why am I so nervous? Would it be rude to ask him to join me for tea? Maybe a game of chess--is that too forward? Would he find any of my works interesting at all? --Brain! Stop! You are making it worse! It's fine, Robin, you have met other scientists before. Why can't I talk?

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Abel Hmm....what a frail being, sharp mind, shite body. Are all those from Zaun either weak in terms of body or emotion? And for an immortal yordle to take this human under his wing...I suppose there has to be some sort of gifted part of his mind, I do wonder how long he has been here for. This seems to be the vessels first time meeting him...he's nervous--ah. Or..no. They've met before in the medical wing. Most likely due to this ones condition, I'll have to speak to the vessel later about it, and inquire why, even now, he seems somewhat twitchy whilst speaking to this man.

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"Mom! I'm home!"

He called over the cars outside, shutting the door to the busy street behind him only to be met with a strange silence. Robin cocked a brow and pulled off his jacket, laughing somewhat nervously. "Ma?" He exclaimed again, hanging his coat and scarf, sliding out of his shoes and placing them on the stand. He racked his brain for a moment, finally checking his pocketwatch to verify the time, 10:23am. Did they go out? Maybe food shopping...but didn't they just go last week?

Robin couldn't help the strange sinking feeling that was slowly growing in his stomach as he walked down the hall, peeking around to the living room and dining room. "Hellooo? Anyone home?" But once again he was met with silence, the only sound to answer him was the creaking under his socked feet. He sighed and shook his head, eventually coming towards the kitchen where he stopped midstep. He could hear the faucet still on and the swing door of the kitchen was open. Not by much but...it was pushed out maybe by 4 or so inches, a puddle of what he assumed to be water was peeking out from the crack.

He couldn't explain the way every hair follicle on his arm began to stand at attention when he opened the door slightly with a raised eyebrow, his gaze scanning to see no one there. Robin peered downward and saw the shattered glass, trailing it back to the hand that had been previously holding it.

"WREN?!"

Robin slammed the door open, nearly slipping on the water as he skidded down to his knees to pick up his little brother's head, checking for injuries before he saw the wide, blank eyes staring back at him. Wren's mouth hung open with foam on either side and his face was a sickly shade of greenish purple. Panic set in and he wiped his mouth, feeling for a pulse and setting him down on the floor, holding his brother's nose and breathing air into him. "Wren--Wren--" He gasped each time, listening to his heart before he pulled him up into his arms, now very aware of the distinct hissing sound that came from the stairwell leading down into the basement.

Terror turned into a vice grip.

"LINNY? MO-MOM?!" He shrieked, slipping slightly on the wet floor as he started to carry his brother down the hall, his heart pounding in his ears like a warning signal to get out. To run--but he couldn't listen. "DAD?!" He shrieked, kicking open the door to Linnet's room, the light from the hall pouring in as he scurried inside, laying Wren down and turned his sister over by her shoulder. Closed eyes and mouth. Her body was slack and he fell backwards, cupping his mouth in horror as he screamed, scrambling back only to smack his spine against the frame of the door. His voice turned harsh and gruff from the volume and he scrambled to his feet again, nearly smacking into the wall within his own confusion.

The wave of dizziness hit him as he stared back into his parent's room, a wave of cloudiness washing over him before he covered his mouth and began to violently cough into his palm. He pulled away his hand only for saliva to splatter onto the hardwood underneath him, the room beginning to spin as his lungs filled with more and more of the leaked toxin. He closed his eyes tight and listened for the sound of traffic, catching onto a carhorn blaring from outside and he followed it, feeling his way as his eyes began to burn. Eventually he peeked his bleary eyes open to find the door handle, shoving it open to trip down the concrete steps onto the sidewalk as he gasped for air.

He turned onto his side with a convulsive wheeze, raspy croaks filling his ears before it turned into wet gargling. Robin held his sides tightly as he spat up vomit, foam and saliva, tears riddling his vision. A few strangers approached him cautiously, one trying to give him water but he was in too much of a panic to take it, his cries swirled and merged with the traffic of the street.  

On a pole nearby, a crow took note of him.