You said you dated Robbie right? Can you tell us about that?
I’m a bit tired after writing that one out, but I don’t mind sharing a little bit!
It wasn’t perfect, but we really loved each other! Genuine love 💙 Our relationship didn’t start until after the series. I honestly wasn’t aware how much he like me. I thought he wanted me gone.
I’m pretty sure it started in the winter around Christmas. I think one day he just got so frustrated by his repressed feelings and me being completely unaware this whole time. His face was so red, and he had this nasty scowl, so I asked him what was wrong, and then he screamed it out at me at the top of his lungs right into my ear, lol. It took me as second, and then I got so excited that he actually liked me let alone loved me, and I impulsively gave him a great big hug. We had a few intimate moments in my airship and his lair. Nothing sexual other than a few kisses. But when the holidays passed, it stopped for some reason.
It was during that separation when I realized just how much I loved him. Early Spring, I began approaching at his lair. I asked him out on a date. He said no and slammed the lid to his lair shut. The following week, I asked again. Same reaction. So it went on like this. I asked again and again and again. “Just one date, Robbie! What happened? I thought you like me!” I yelled into the tube. It was silent for so long I just about gave up, but then he yelled back, “Of course I do! I said it already, didn’t I?!” Then he came up and we talked and that’s how I convinced him to date me. ^_^
We did eventually marry. Well, I’m not sure if there ever was an official ceremony or anything like a marriage license. We didn’t really care about that.
There were conflicts early on. When he was mad at me or even annoyed, he’d revert to how things were like before. I think I said it once before, but he continued his scheming and I didn’t like it so I’d try to convince him not to, and the next morning he’d trick me into eating a sugar apple. He’d do something like fix breakfast in bed for me and sneak a sugar apple on the tray. Then I’d be out of it in bed for hours while he was off trying to teach the kids bad habits. What’s worse was he knew to hide my backpack and he’d take the tray away so I was stuck there until he came back and gave me some real sportscandy. I was so mad, I’d spend a couple of weeks away from him and sleep in my own bed. But I always came back. Eventually we found a way to co-exist in a more harmonious way.
The relationship lasted a good time – 60, 70, maybe even 80 or 90 years. I’m really not sure exactly. The children had grown and moved away. Over time LazyTown’s population dwindled, and I had these sudden urges to go travel somewhere. Anywhere. I just needed to go. And the more the population dwindled, the more often I got these urges. I tried to take Robbie the first couple of times, but he really didn’t enjoy them and said he’d be more happy staying put in his lair. He said it was okay for me to go wherever whenever. He said he was okay with it. So that’s what I did. The trips got longer and my times at home got shorter. And we just kinda just.. drifted apart.
It was my fault for spending so much time away from him. But there was something wrong with me. An itch in the very fiber of my being. And I had to go out and find what my being was searching for. So I started taking up other superhero jobs in other towns. Eventually it had been something like a century since I had come back home to Robbie, and when I did I just broke down crying in his arms. I apologized a thousand times and he was so calm. He looked me in the eyes. He said, “Sportacus, love, I told you I was okay with it.” And of course I broke down into tears again, bc I felt like I didn’t deserve his love after that. But he still loved me and I still loved him.
After that I spent all the rest of his days with him. At one point he had actually allowed some grey to start showing. He was so handsome. That was a big shocker to me too because the longest time, he’d use his magic to make himself appear younger. Not too younger, but you know, the way he looked in the show. And I, well, I didn’t age much appearance-wise, being a sportself. I was used to it. But Robbie felt like he needed to keep up with me. Hence the magic.
He was only half-fae. He lived a long life. Maybe 200-300 years. My years outnumbered his by centuries. When you live that long, it’s hard to pinpoint exact time frames because the lines blur together as they become memories.
Robbie was wonderful. I really didn’t deserve someone like him.
