What is Love? (Aversa + Robin)
@cursedbybirth (From here x)
Robin froze for a brief moment wondering if he could get away still. Yet he approached her, leaning up on the railing nearby, but not too close. Just in case this went poorly. He didn’t want there to be any incidents tonight. He glanced up at the sky as well, but soon enough his gaze landed back onto Aversa.
He was surprised to hear her ask for advice from him and waited to see what exactly she wanted it on. When he heard her question though, most of the tension and apprehension seemed to drain out of him.
“I didn’t expect you to ask me that.” Curious about love? Did she have feelings for someone or was she just curious about the feeling itself? Robin thought about it, not wanting to rush into it. How did it feel? Robin thought of Henry as he fell in love with him first, or at least, knew he loved him sooner. It took him quite some time to realize his feelings for Chrom were romantic ones and even longer to want to do something about that.
“It was strange. Like something had changed. Not the world around me or even Henry, but when I talked to him or looked at him, there was this feeling like something had shifted. It felt warm and nice, like a small fire burning. Not too hot or uncontrollable but strong enough to resonate. To know that this wasn’t just an ordinary feeling. I felt happy too, a kind of joy I hadn’t before and it made me feel nervous but giddy. It’s hard to explain really.” Robin paused, his face slightly warm despite the cool weather. “Why do you ask?”
As she listened, Aversa continued coolly sipping her drink and gazing out into the distance. How like him and his troop of sugary sweet do-gooders. It almost made her sick. Although maybe she ought to have been sick with herself. Perhaps she was the abnormality here.
“Why do I ask?” she echoed, turning her attention back down to him with the steady calculating gaze of a massive crocodile deciding whether or not it was worth it to snap up the baby duckling paddling nearby.
She held his gaze for an uncomfortable amount of time, never wavering. “... I ask because it doesn’t feel that way for me. Not in the slightest. I don’t feel warm or giddy at all. All I feel is icy terror, rending my soul asunder. Like a swirling blizzard is suffocating me from the inside out. I’m afraid, dear brother. Afraid of this. Afraid of what it could mean. Afraid of myself, and my own poor judgement.”
She turned her attention back to the stars, biting her lip in order to fight back tears. She would NOT be caught crying in front of this twerp. Not if it killed her. After a few moments to reign herself back in, she continued, voice smooth as ever. “I don’t need to remind you of the the LAST time I fell in love,” she continued quietly. “Perhaps it wasn’t real for him, but it was for me. I would have wiped all life from the planet for an approving pat on the head, and nothing more. I was a fool. Perhaps I still am.”
“I don’t even know if it’s real. How could it be? I barely know these people. And yet, here I am. Smitten. Perhaps what I’m feeling is simply my body’s natural defense against throwing myself at the nearest warm body that promises me any middling purpose, hmmm? What say you?”
