Anael

[goodfellow]

Robin loved museums. All the history, all the memories. Paintings especially. All the painters he'd known over the years, all the subjects, all the models. Sometimes it was a strange sense of melancholy, sitting in a room full of images from the past, from his past, ad feeling consumed by it for just a few moments.

A little masochistic even, sometimes.

He sat on a bench in the National Gallery, looking at a painting of Achilles and Patroclus. It had been so long since he'd seen them. Those souls, the pair of them, sometimes brothers sometimes not, who had appeared over and over again throughout the ages. Achilles and Patroclus were just one of the incarnations. And it had been decades since Robin had watched a version of them die again.

Still, these were some of his favorites. Even if the Trojan War had been a hell of a time.

His gaze lingered on Achilles. The beautiful body, the blonde hair. Something tugged inside him.

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[whispersoflove]

Anael's lips twitched up at the corner. "Hangovers?"

[goodfellow]

"Nah, the part before that," Robin said cheerfully, and refilled his glass.

[whispersoflove]

"The blackouts," Anael tried again, smile widening.

[goodfellow]

Robin rolled his eyes. "For humans, maybe. Can't hold their liquor."

[whispersoflove]

"To be fair," and Anael did try to be, as much as possible, "they've had a lot less practice."

[goodfellow]

Robin smiled at him over his wine glass. "You know what else I've had a lot of practice at."

[whispersoflove]

"Cross stitch?" Anael asked, doing his best to look innocent (and his best, in that area, was very, very good).

[goodfellow]

Robin snorted. The angel really was doing all he could to needle Robin.

"What about you?" he asked. "Are you good at... cross stitch?"

[whispersoflove]

Anael laughed, genuinely amused by the conversation. "It takes two people to cross stitch. I don't believe anyone on their own can be deemed good at it."

[goodfellow]

"False," Robin said cheerfully.

[whispersoflove]

"If you tell me you've never had a bad stitching experience, I will have to call you a liar, Robin," Anael gave him fair warning.

[goodfellow]

Robin laughed. "No, I have. And what I'm saying is, it was probably their fault, not mine."

He looked at Hani across the table, smiled. "Was just thinking how good you'd look with a needle and thread in your hands."

[whispersoflove]

Pucks, it was turning out, could be a lot of fun, when they were focused on you and not on toying around with humans. Or at least this one was. "My fingers never get tired," Anael pointed out, unwilling to hide his amusement. "I can stitch for hours."

[goodfellow]

Robin had never fucked an angel before. He honestly had no idea how literal that statement was. He really wanted to find out.

"Me too," he said, unblinking. "And I can stitch... and stitch... and stitch again. I don't even need time off between projects."

[whispersoflove]

Anael laughed again, delighted. "You talk a good game, puck."

[goodfellow]

"I do," Robin conceded, and refilled his glass. The bottle was getting lower.

"Care to revise your scale of one to ten?"

[whispersoflove]

"Hmm." Anael tilted his head slightly, thoughtful. "I won't stitch without love, you realise." It wasn't a no.

[goodfellow]

"Love," Robin sighed. "You know, I was telling someone recently that I make people fall in love with me for a night. Could you, turtledove?"

[whispersoflove]

"The colour's off," Anael offhandedly replied. There was no brown on his wings. "I already love you, Robin. My only question is whether you'll take me showing you so. That's what stitching is, to me."

[goodfellow]

Robin shrugged. He honestly didn't know what that meant, but he wasn't averse to finding out.

"I promise I won't object," he said.

[whispersoflove]

Anael smiled. "There's a vote of confidence if I've ever heard one." But the teasing was warm, as was his habit. "Where would you like to go?" They could simply take a room here, of course, but the puck might want to suggest an alternative.

[goodfellow]

"Here is fine," said Robin, and when he smiled, it wasn't a leer. "I've been here before."

[whispersoflove]

"Here it is, then," Anael replied, and smiled back at the puck. "We can even order some more wine." Which reminded him that he hadn't been drinking a lot of it, and he finished his glass.

[goodfellow]

"Perfect," said Robin. "You get the wine, my little white dove - I've opened a tab - and I will procure us a room with a view."

[whispersoflove]

Anael had to admit, the dove thing was growing on him. He smiled, and headed off to do just that.