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             ❝ Unfortunately, it’s not me who’s lifting his leg. ❞

     resist feeling guilty, resist feeling guilty, resist fe ─

     um so, yeah. hiatus and all was cool. i never lost my muse for robin so, here we are. i’ve just been busy managing my other blogs & working. i went and added another tattoo to my collection today, and. well, here we are. it reminded me i had this blog. 

     Well, this is awkward then.

               It’s curious, oh so strange to her to see this man look so similar to her – they could be siblings and she would never know – to be faced with a strange sort of mirrored version of her. Whereas she was soft, curved, he was sharp angles and every bit hard.  He looked as though he belonged in a gym, though not so overly muscled that he looked unattractive. The thought startled her and, immediately, a brilliant colour flashed across her otherwise embarrassed expression. He had asked her a question and all she was doing was gawking at the stranger. How professional. 

     “ Uh. “

               How eloquent. What a lovely start to an encounter with someone that looked as though he could be her twin. 

     “ Historic battles – I have some on the mythological events of The        Shepherds if that’s what you’re asking? Unless you’re looking for        something more recent. “

               She’s quick to fall into step next to him and motion towards the section she hailed over. Historic Fiction/Non-Fiction. It was as if the library couldn’t make up its mind – were the events surrounding The Shepherds  a myth or did they truly happen? 

               Oh how she wishes she had an answer for that question. There were rumours, sure, that they were true and that they had merely come so far that a giant dragon of doom seemed improbable, but at the same time, it was simply just… illogical. Magic did not exist. There was merely science. 

     “ We have the ongoings of WWI, WWII, The Cold War… Is there        anything particular you’re searching for, as far as historic        battles? A time period, perhaps? My speciality lies with The        Shepherds, however. Have you heard of them? I think my        favourite will always be the Great Knight Frederick and the        Candy Thief Gaius, though my parents named me after the        tactician. “

     BUT HOW MUCH MORE  of this meeting will it take for you to respond       to every nick of warning her words begs your body to give? How much more of       dark iris flickering o’er her figure & listening to her speak will it take to send       you grinding to a halt? You tried to push past it, and damn did you try to ignore       the prickling ‘long your neck; she’s pushed on & she’s turned the conversation       to things that only troubles you further. She speaks of wars you’ve not heard of,       and she continues ‘til she utters but one that stiffens your spine ─

                                   The Shepards.

               ❝ Robin. ❞

     It sounds so  FOREIGN  now. Your own name falls as a soft whisper &       you’ve but stilled your steps along side her. She speaks of your comrades      as if they’re a fanciful dream; a tale written as mere myth and not the hardships      you faced. It’s unsettling to think, and ─ gods ─ you’re unnerved by the idea.      By her concept & her presence, you were on edge by it all.

i think you mean *our daughter

imma do it

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               ❝ Good morning, Aisha. ❞

     THE WORDS  are risen with a gentle bap of a book ‘pon the crown of her        head. She’s pulled her mind elsewhere ─ and you’ll wager having her nose        turned to your tomes was anything but  EXCITING  work ─ and you’re        quick to have her snap to. Disgruntled remark is uttered under her breath        when she bound leather away & a soft laugh from your chest meets the        response.

                ❝ I thought you wanted to learn from me ? ❞

     AISHA IS  quick to make a retort; of course she wants to. It was an        agreement you had with her ─ you learn from her, she learns from you &        everybody wins. You certainly didn’t have a problem in trying to wrap your        head ‘round the mysteries of her own form of magic, even if you were in no        better the position. Lazy is the curl that scrawls ‘cross thin lips when you        crane your neck down to place lips atop her head. A quick motion, thoughtless        & friendly in its nature; you raise a tickled reply to her protest with ease.

                ❝ I’m teasing. You don’t have to keep studying                       if you don’t want to. I honestly expected you                       to quit hours ago. ❞

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