Her fingers felt like a delicate breeze against the back of his neck as she fiddled with the whirlwinds of hair, causing him to lose his the string of thoughts and words that he was following, completely immersed and hypersensitive at her touch and he almost complained when she removed her hands from there, but his possessive heart found comfort as soon as she cradled his face and he almost emitted a quiet purr of utter calm and satisfaction as their eyes melted withing each other in an exchange of emotional stares as he repeatedly apologized for his actions.
Her words don’t do much to make him feel better; Robin sketches a sad little smirk as she declares utter confusion about his apology and it is precisely that what bothers him the most; the way she manages to stay loyal and caring, no matter the situation or how much he pushed her apart; he even felt bad of how endearing and lovely she was being and how much patience Aerith had to possess to give him that kind of chance. “I know everybody copes differently, but—– ”, and he has to stop because the eagerness of refusing the excuses she was giving to HIS behavior caused him to pull slightly closer, but close enough to briefly share her breath and he even gasped in silence for air and some sense; still, he doesn’t pull apart, because no proximity is ever enough with her, but that was something he still needed to realize entirely. “—–but keeping you apart is something I have learned not to do. I simple CAN’T do it”, he admits in a mutter as he manages to still look into her eyes. It is there. The chance, the impulse, the feeling and Robin almost dares to close the distance between them out of a selfish ( ? ) desire, but due the amount of emotions he was experiencing, the energy waves of his powers knock off the flower vase on the night table and the tv turns on, startling him and attempting to break the little moment they were sharing. The boy pulls back lightly affected by the now poisoned atmosphere, but he manages to reach for the remote and turn the device off. It is only then when her next words hit him and a turmoil of emotions flutter in his stomach as he blinks repeatedly. His head is far from logic right now, he can see it, but his brain and thoughts are still drowning in pure emotion. “I guess we are a bit connected, then”, he comments with another little smile, finding himself to shy now to recover their previous closeness. “I’m sorry if the situation or me hurt you somehow; you know that’s the last thing I’d want”, he replied with a little frown because no, she doesn’t deserve that and still, she is here painting everything around them in pink.
Managing to go back to the previous position, almost forgetting entirely about the broken vase and flowers, Robin has no urge whatsoever to break their contact and to say good bye to this wave of strange, yet relieving oxygen filling his lungs. One of his hands go behind her head and tangle within silver locks as he sighs and closes his eyes, “it wasn’t your fault, Aer’i and… maybe we could try a little harder”, Robin replies dropping a soft chuckle, “we can train together and become stronger so nothing like this happens again”, he suggested.
The change of tone in her skin is easily noticeable to him, who has accidentally learned every inch of her face and a smile inevitably shines through him as he finds the scene incredibly adorable and even knowing how prone she was to honesty and to use strong words so casually, something inside him melts in adoration as she expresses her feelings as well. Suddenly, the old poisonous idea of joining the Syndicate hit him like a train because he knew that being a villain was a full-time thing, that being with the bad guys would probably affect his relations with most of the people he had around him at the moment. Would Aerith stop being his friend if he took such decision? Would they stop seeing each other? WOULD SHE HATE HIM? Anxiety and fear suddenly start to ball inside his stomach, killing butterflies and warmth alike as his expression drops for a couple of seconds. No, no, FOCUS! His lips open and his tongue rolls out the words before he even has the time to think about them, to at least expel them in a different way, “Stay with me”, Robin blurts out, “I don’t care if the doctor says I need rest or whatever, I just want you to stay with me until I leave this stupid hospital bed and even afterwards”. Their noses brush again and the proximity if back, her words send another wave of celestial heat across his body as he engraves all of her words into his memory; her giggles cause him to briefly pull back, curious about the funny part of what he just said and… “a different dress?”, he asks confused, “well… yeah, I mean… you… you look radiant in any way”, Robin chuckles nervously, pulling back instinctively as she reaches for his hand and the blush finally appears on his face. “Will I get to see this different dress you are talking about?”
It came as no surprise, with all things considered, that the pink-skinned girl was rendered completely speechless beneath the grace of his newfound tenderness. Every last fiber in her body glowed with unmistakable affection for the boy as her fingertips roamed across the horizon of his skin, golden eyes fixated on the entirety of the universe standing in front of her. Unable to do anything but bask in every little sound that she coaxed out of him, Aerith found herself smiling softly, her attention flickering between the finest flecks of amber dusted across his eyes down to the enticing way his mouth moved around every syllable he pronounced.
A rush of tense air quietly releases from her lungs once the heaviness of his words register properly inside her head. Should a lucky star fall from the sky in that very moment, the princess would have blindly wished for his sorrows to melt away. Regardless of the situation that they were in, deep down in the upmost secret place inside her chest, she would have waited for all eternity if she had to. There were few earthly things she understood expertly, but if there was one thing she was undoubtedly certain of, it would be her unyielding loyalty to the boy made of winter and chaos. Without as much as a second thought, she easily allowed herself to get lost in the warmth of his soul, her eyes fluttering shut as she gently seeks his touch. Any form of contact was comfort enough for the girl, keeping him near and dear to make up for lost time was more than enough to mend her aching heart.
“I forgive you, Robin.. do you not believe me?” Her heated whispers are filled with song as she brushes her nose with his. Couldn’t he see she was being her most sincere? That she would always want him by her side regardless of their fate? For a brief and helpless moment, Aerith finds herself drawing closer to the boy, closer and closer like a moth to a flame until something practically startles her awake. The tiniest of gasps escapes her lips as she looked in the direction of the shattered vase. “Did you—” Her eyes slowly trail away as she watches him switch the television off, her fingers gently touching his face so he could look at her once more. “Do you need more rest?” She queries suddenly, looking sad at the prospect of having to leave so he could sleep. “I would like to think we are. Somehow.” Her eyes remain lowered in a bid to hide the sadness that she felt. She didn’t want to leave now.. or ever. As pathetically clingy as it sounded. “I know you would never hurt me..” Her voice lowers, cheeks growing warm again at such a childish proposition. “Will you.. c-can you promise me not to do it again? Please?”
Welcoming their previous proximity with such happiness and eagerness, she nods slowly and wraps a hand around his wrist, the ends of her fingertips touching that godforsaken hospital tag, fingers even retracting some as if it burnt her. How she wished to tear that thing away from his skin, to erase all the harm those evil people did to him that landed him in this situation in the first place. The bitterness leaves her gnawing on her lips, fine brows furrowing at the very prospect of the problem not being her fault. Of course it was her fault. How could it not be? Perhaps her feelings would resonate should he experience the same thing she did. “I would love that very much..” Aerith hummed, a genuine smile slowly cracking through the solemn facade she held so tightly onto. “I want to protect you.” She announced suddenly, with unmistakeable resolution to her voice, eyes glistening. “I will never let them hurt you again, I swear it.” And her oaths to him were not meant to be broken.
The visible affection in her eyes soon swayed towards worry the moment she spotted anxiety coating his features. Nothing seemed to come out of her mouth as soon as she heard his innocent request, if anything, it took her by complete surprise. All he managed to do was cause a magnetic charge in the air, it electrified her body until she was suffering from a frenzied heart and a brand new fluttering wave to her stomach. “I will stay with you forever and a day.” Aerith promises lovingly, basking in the fuzzy sensation he ignited within the hidden valleys of her body. It was but a surprise she wasn’t glowing in absolute mirth just yet. An easy, lopsided smile washes over her features once again, golden orbs timidly delving into his until it becomes all too much. Still, the girl refuses to look away even for a second.
“For a gala..” The girl informs shyly, feeling so inconsiderate for even bringing something so trivial to his attention. The sound of his laughter feels like sweet music to her ears, her expression and worries melt into one of wonder. She didn’t realize just how deeply she missed him until that very moment, her need to pull him into her arms growing more and more. “You are.. so kind to me, Robin.” She hums sweetly in reaction to a compliment he had long explained to her, the softness of her voice trembling some from how loudly her heart clashed against her ribs. Could his heart feel the excitement hers felt too? Another giggle escapes her lips at his expense, noticing the sudden nervousness in his visage. With his hand in hers, she quietly brought them up to her lips until she was brushing a series of featherlight kisses against the bruises on his knuckles. “I want you to see my dress..” Aerith admits tinily, face flushed in a deep rosy hue as she peers up at him from behind their joined hands. “I want to go with you. I-If you.. want. Should you feel better.”
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