#libra fea

haha GET IT CAUSE HIS NAME IS LIBRA 

also this has probably been done bt like?? i cant help myself 

I’m not sure how in character this is, but I tried with my 1 minute 38 seconds of knowledge of these characters. I hope you like it and hope you had a rockin’ birthday!

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Libra drummed his fingers against the large sketchpad on his lap. His eyes were closed, face raised up to the sky as if searching for the heavens while a light wind blew in his hair. A content sigh escaped his mouth every time the wind stopped only to pick back up again, carrying the smell of nature—wild and untouched—along with it.

“It looks beautiful.”

Robin stood behind Libra, leaning over to glance at the picture he wasn't nearly finished sketching yet. He smiled. “The thought it appreciated, but I'm far from finished.”

“How long did it take you?” Robin asked, brushing her hair back that started floating with the wind. “There's so much detail. And it's early! I'm amazed you were able to do so much.”

“It's easy to concentrate.” Libra glanced down to the sketchy landscape he hadn't touched in ages. He closed his eyes, taking another wiff of the air before turning back to Robin. “To be honest, I find myself distracted by the scene in front of me too much that I haven't picked up the pencil in quite awhile. It's a bit embarrassing.”

“Nonsense,” Robin chirped. “I might not know a lot about fine arts, but being able to appreciate beauty is a trait of a great artist, don't you think?”

She smiled at him, and Libra graciously smiled back. The wind picked back up again, and Libra stood up, setting the sketchpad on the stool he was using. He walked over to Robin, standing tall in front of her as he reached his hand out. His fingers intertwined in her hair, parts brushing her cheeks as he pulled her hair back. The contact made Robin shiver. Libra only smiled more.

Instead of letting go of her hair, libra brought the final strand, still caught on his finger, to his lips. Quietly, gently, and gracefully he kissed it.