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[pecked_by_birds]

The past month- Months?- Had been strange. One night he'd found himself compelled to go out, as though something was calling to him. A silent siren song that had coaxed him into his car  and out into the country.

Where had he gone? What had he done?

Those were the questions he had to ask himself when he woke up in the middle of Hyde park in a rumpled suit and a brand new body. ...Possibly brand new. Certainly new to him in that moment, since he couldn't recall much of anything from the past few weeks. His head was pounding, and he was in agony. 

A large bird sat upon him. A hawk, he thought absently- Or maybe not. He couldn't seem to focus on it. Not when his gaze was so strongly drawn to all the blood. ...His blood.

"No," he said softly, trying to chase it away with a weak wave of his hand. "I'm free, you can't- He can't," he insisted, right before the world went dark. ...Not that it mattered. It would heal, he would heal. He always did. How else could the punishment continue?

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[pecked_by_birds]

Discarding his own cigar, the titan took Robin's face in both hands, deepening the kiss.

It was an apology as much as it was a plea for forgiveness.

[goodfellow]

Robin could feel the apology in the kiss, and... well. Pride be damned. He wrapped his arms tightly around Prometheus' waist - he was so slight, this time. Tall, though.

[pecked_by_birds]

The titan slowly broke the kiss, but didn't let go. Instead he remained close, staring into Robin's eyes.

"I love you, my wicked little puck," he said softly, leaning in to kiss the other being again, to save Rob the worry of having to say anything in return.

[goodfellow]

That gesture, of saving him from having to decide what to say, saved Robin from some of the discomfort he inevitably felt in moments like this. He kissed him back deeply to try to make up for his silence.

... and then he heard the doorbell.

He pulled away. "... fuck. That's the food. I - you're hungry. Come inside, we'll eat." And he went to get the delivery from the door.

[pecked_by_birds]

"I'll be in shortly, I just need a bit more air," the titan said, shaking his head. "I'll not be long."

[goodfellow]

Robin retrieved the food from the delivery boy at the door, and then set it out on the kitchen table, along with some plates. He opened a new bottle of wine. Didn't look out to the balcony, not wanting to rush him.

[pecked_by_birds]

True to his word, the titan didn't linger too long outside, soon stepping back in to join the puck.

"That smells wonderful," he said softly.

[goodfellow]

"Good," said Robin, as he poured wine. "Sit. Eat. Eat well, eat a lot. I promise I will not judge you, you've been through a lot."

[pecked_by_birds]

The titan sat down, pulling his chair in and starting to fill his plate.

"For all we know I've been up to no good," he said softly.

[goodfellow]

"Perhaps," Robin said, seeming unfazed. "We'll likely find out, eventually."

[pecked_by_birds]

The titan frowned, but nodded in agreement. He was certain the puck was right.

"Have I missed very much?" he asked curiously, glancing at Rob.

[goodfellow]

Robin considered this for a second and then said, "Well... the reality show star that America elected to lead them actually took over. As for me, the club is going well. Not sure what else to tell you."

[pecked_by_birds]

"...The orange man?" Prometheus asked, wrinkling his nose a little. "I do wonder, sometimes, just why I gave them all that flame."

[goodfellow]

Robin's lips twitched, and then after a few seconds he burst into laughter.

[pecked_by_birds]

"It's not funny," the titan insisted- Though he couldn't hide a slight smile.

[goodfellow]

Robin's laughter faded into a little smirk. "I just think it was a good reaction to that," he said, and bit into a basil roll.

[pecked_by_birds]

The titan chuckled softly, digging into his own meal like a man who'd not seen food in days. ...Perhaps he hadn't. Eating was one of those things he often forgot about.

[goodfellow]

Robin ate as well, though at a more reasonable pace. He suddenly had the urge, utterly inexplicably, to tell Prometheus what had happened with Fin over New Year's. As if it mattered at all, as if he would care.

"You can stay here as long as you like," he said instead. "But you should probably get some trousers that fit better."

[pecked_by_birds]

"Oh, I still have a home, Robin. My flat remains above my shop," the titan assured him. "You're very kind to offer though."

[goodfellow]

"Sure, of course," Robin said, and drained the rest of his glass of wine. That was good. After all, who knew how long it could last, and Robin didn't live with people. "You'll still need new trousers."

[pecked_by_birds]

"Mmm," he replied, nodding a little. He likely had a set of clothes in storage that would suit this body just fine. Perhaps tomorrow he'd go digging about. ...Who knew, maybe he'd find evidence of what he'd been up to if he sniffed about enough.

[goodfellow]

Robin ate quietly for a moment and then asked, "Do you want me to take you home after we eat?" The question was neutral, but his voice was a bit quieter.

[pecked_by_birds]

"No," Prometheus said softly. "There is nothing I must do that can't wait until the morning. I'd like to stay the night, dove. If you'll have me."

[goodfellow]

"Of course," said Robin after a moment, and then, after finishing off his glass of wine, "Would you have come to me if I hadn't found you first?"

[pecked_by_birds]

"Not right away, no. I'd have feared you'd be cross. I would have come eventually though, I swear it," the titan promised.