#**edgar

“Am I -- what? Oh.” Robin’s gaze widened, eyes having gone slightly unfocused as Edgar’s face swam into his view, the concerned frown of the vampire’s eyebrows very decisively distracting, and mentally checked himself for any and all possible injuries. He could see the patient Professor’s nostrils flaring slightly, followed that direction towards his hand before holding it up with a slight grimace. “I’ll apologize, I’m not exactly clean right now. This is what’s customary, is it not?” he asked, offering the slightly nicked finger up to the nearest vampire within his vicinity. Not that his brain had finished processing exactly what Edgar putting his lips anywhere near his fingers would do to him, just that it seemed intolerably rude to wash it down the drain when the sustenance could be used to benefit another.

Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens -- 

The smell of ink. Whenever I hear someone speaking fast because they’re simply so excited to share what they’re interested in that they don’t let themselves get one word out after the other. But - this is unfair, any thing I look at or think of relates to him in some manner or the other. Just yesterday, he was reminding me of my vitamin intake, and I thought of him when I saw the pharmacy.

♘  - A piggyback ride

“I actually find you quite... adorable when you’re tipsy. Have I said that already?” Robin made sure to lower his voice upon the affectionate word, even if he was currently carrying his very adorable other-half on his back. Edgar mumbled something in response, his hands entertained with sort-of kneading the wide shoulders that held him, and Robin nearly giggled at the sensation. Truth being, he was somewhat tipsy his own self, so it probably hadn’t been the best opportunity to let Edgar have a taste, but... how was he supposed to say no to those eyes? He let out another sound when the vampire leaned heavily against him, snuffling at either the back of his neck or his shampoo. Either way, it only made him a little bit sad that he was taking Edgar back to his, knowing that they would only cuddle before getting some sleep. Though, cuddling was still much better than the alternative of sleeping under different roofs. And he very much liked the idea of preparing breakfast for both Ava and his boyfriend.

“Yes, I do feel like that is the healthiest way of doing things.” Robin was paying attention - he promised he was, with all 80% of him that could focus at present - even though his eyes and the other 20% of his mind was far more interested in following Edgar’s nightly routine. “I would like nothing less than you feeling rushed or pressured by me in any form whatsoever, my love.” Even if he was, currently, feeling rather feverish and hoping to get his man under the one cover he always insisted on using, both his arms and legs wrapped around him like he was his personalized ice cube. “But you’re moving around so much that - it almost makes it look like you’re nervous. Is this about the fact that it’s our monthly anniversary coming soon? Or is this because I mentioned Wren might want to drop by for a visit this month?”

“Of course, my love,” Robin murmured, his arms immediately finding their way around the vampire’s smaller frame, pulling him as close as was possible taking into account Edgar didn’t exactly need oxygen. He hummed a concerned noise, rising from the back of his throat, stretching just so his chin could fall on top of his boyfriend’s very soft hair -- at the same time letting him bury his own face where his pulse point was at its strongest, in hopes that it could be of any comfort.

I don’t have any secret crushes. My one and only ‘crush’ knows he’s the cause and sole owner of it.