Prometheus

[goodfellow]

Robin hadn't heard another peep about a potential puck in town. As far as he knew the mysterious naked jewelry thief hadn't been caught, and also hadn't made any other hits - at least not any that had eye witnesses or had caught him on camera. Though he might have preferred hearing something; the nugget of threat and then a lack of closure just had him on edge.

He knew he'd probably been a dick because of it, too. When Robin was uncomfortable, and especially if that discomfort had an edge of fear, he overcompensated. He pretended everything was fine, which meant he amped his Robin-ness up to eleven. Figuratively, he'd been swinging from chandeliers.

Which is why he was drunk and stumbling into the flat at 7:45 in the morning. He also couldn't remember where he'd left his shirt.

He tried to be quiet, but ended up crashing into the kitchen table and sending a bowl of apples crashing to the ground and rolling about. He swore.

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[pecked_by_birds]

Prometheus checked the windows, pausing at the last one and spotting a figure in the distance. It was a man, but he was far enough away now that he couldn't make out his features. There was something familiar about him though.

"A failed robbery, probably," he said as he rejoined Robin. "They must have been hoping no one was here. We'll have to be careful for the next few days."

[goodfellow]

"I pity the robber who happens upon us," Robin snorted, and handed Prometheus the bottle of wine. "Do you think there's a crossbow here? I suppose a sword would do, but I really do like crossbows."

[pecked_by_birds]

"I'm not sure people stock their bars with those anymore, petal," the titan chuckled, pouring himself a glass and smiling as his timer went off.

"Ah, perfect timing. Food should be ready."

[goodfellow]

"Mmmm good, I'm hungry," Robin said happily, refilling his wine glass before moving to get plates. "Thank you for slaving over a hot stove for me, honey."

[pecked_by_birds]

"Oh, i'm sure you can slave over something else later in return, dove," Prometheus said, pulling the gougères out of the oven.

"I thought we'd be a little decadent. Though rather than indulge on the deck, perhaps we should stay inside after all."

[goodfellow]

"It looked like we scared whoever it was away, didn't it?" Robin said, liking the idea of being out in the night air himself.

[pecked_by_birds]

"I suppose, but- It seems wise to be cautious. I saw him, I'm sure I did, from a distance. There was something familiar about him, I just can't put my finger on what." Prometheus confessed.

[goodfellow]

Robin suddenly stiffened a bit. "Familiar how? Familiar, like... me?" It hadn't occurred to him that if there was a puck they might be following him.

[pecked_by_birds]

"No, it wasn't a puck. Not unless one of your kin has a limp," Prometheus said, shaking his head.

[goodfellow]

"Unlikely," Robin said. "Though... who do we know with a limp?" Someone came to mind, but that was absurd. What would a god be doing lurking around their villa?

[pecked_by_birds]

"I can't think of anyone. Well, no one who'd be wandering among mankind," the titan replied.

[goodfellow]

"... right," said Robin. "Yes, of course. You're right." After all, there were how many people in the world with a limp, and only one god with a serious grudge against Robin. "Oh hey, maybe it's that grumpy doctor that Fin is fucking."

[pecked_by_birds]

"I have no idea who that is. Is he the singer? You were sleeping with a singer recently, yes? Honestly, I'm dreadful with names," the titan admitted, sipping his wine.

[goodfellow]

"I sleep with a lot of people, but I don't think Fin and I have any singers in common," Robin said, looking amused. He leaned in and kissed him. "Come on, let's eat. We can stay inside if you think that's best."

[pecked_by_birds]

Prometheus nodded plating the cheese based treats and leading the way to a sitting room.

"I know it's not cold, but I could get a fire going if you like."

[goodfellow]

"That sounds nice," Robin said. "Get it nice and toasty so I can spend the rest of the night naked." He winked as he brought the bottle of wine with him.

[pecked_by_birds]

"Let's not pretend you need a fire to get naked," the titan teased, swatting the puck's backside on his way past before beginning to light the fire.

[goodfellow]

"Fair," Robin said, and then swiveled his head around. "Do you hear something? I'm probably just paranoid aren't I."

[pecked_by_birds]

"We locked up dove, no one is here," the titan soothed, glancing over. "If you'd like I will go check though."

[goodfellow]

"Maybe... one more time," Robin said, hesitantly. "Before I strip down so I can curl up in that soft looking fur blanket."

[pecked_by_birds]

"I'll go look," Prometheus soothed, leaving Robin alone with the fire as he began to walk through the house.

[goodfellow]

Robin knew he was being silly; he wasn't sure why he had such a bad feeling. He poured the rest of the bottle of wine into his glass. It was just his paranoia about the potential of a puck; it was putting him on edge about everything.

[pecked_by_birds]

Prometheus wasn't gone long, and when he returned he was walking backwards. A man with a thick beard and pronounced limp followed him in, dagger drawn and pressed against the titan's chest.

"It seems we have company after all," the titan said quietly.

Hephaestus frowned at the sight of Robin, pushing the dagger hard enough against Prometheus' chest that the titan actually winced. "Sit, Puck. I'm not here for you today," he huffed.

[goodfellow]

Robin was so startled he dropped the glass of red wine - onto the light colored carpet. Though that was at the bottom of his priority list right now.

"Fucking hell," he blurted when he saw Hephaestus, and his heart twisted when he saw the dagger. "Look, whatever it is that's got your panties in a twist, I'm sure there's no need for violence."

[pecked_by_birds]

"I'm not here to fight. I'm here to escort Prometheus back to Olympus," Hephaestus replied- though he didn't lower the knife.

Prometheus glanced down at the blade, noting what it was made of and swallowing hard. "Why?" he asked simply. "I'm not welcome there anymore, Hephaestus."

The limping man did seem to take a small amount of pity on him then, no longer pressing the blade so roughly against his chest. "Zeus requires your counsel."