#;『sweet songbird』♥ robin

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[ 7:03pm Robin -> Vladimir ]: Is this you?

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For a moment his shop was peaceful, pins in his mouth as he sews the final embroidery touches on the sleeve of a coat. Only to be interrupted by the bright light of his phone under layers of fabric. He digs around, free hand pushing up the glasses that rest on his nose as he squints at the text. He snorts, giggling to himself in his empty store. [7:05pm Vladimir -> Robin 💕🌱]: Oh how cute. [7:05pm Vladimir -> Robin 💕🌱]: You draw that yourself? [7:10pm Vladimir -> Robin 💕🌱]: and Yes that is me. [7:15pm Vladimir -> Robin 💕🌱]: Do you want to go out for dinner or is this too late for your busy self? [7:17pm Vladimir -> Robin 💕🌱]: 💕💕💕💕

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His head cocked to the side, the motion rather sudden with another click. If one could inspect the beast it was none other than Vlad. Who had seemed to grow in size and sprouted batlike wings from his back. They held him up as his arms dangled in front of him. The tips of his feet gently touching the ground. The clicks which he uttered were from his throat. The noise was rather loud, and echoed itself through the forest in a rather oddly deep tone. Like a rock hitting the bottom of a dry well.

As crimson eyes stared down at the mage, another noise came from his lips. "I need nothing to eat for now. I was simply curious of the campfire so deep in the forest." his voice was distorted, fangs and jaw unable to mimic human speech fully. But it was enough for Robin to understand. The sentence ending with a purr that seemed to rumble from his throat and through his chest.

"Thank you darling."

From the silence of the dark forest, there is a soft click. Then another, louder this time, closer as well.

═══ UNPROMPTED INTERACTIONS ═══ LEAGUE VERSE

"But I cannot go into the ocean, I cannot go into the sea....I would drown beneath your waves, love, if I went along with ye - "

Sweet lilts and croons of song were cut short when a soft click entered the fire lit space, a single sound that could easily be mistaken for a knock on wood or a thrown pebble and yet... He knew better. The mage lifted from his spot, violin in hand to peer upwards with those reflective eyes of his, the moon above practically overtaking them as he listened once more. The quiet between each click was honeyed and thick enough to swim through, thick enough to choke on - but the next, closer click brought a smile to his lips. Robin's hat was pulled from his hair slowly, revealing pretty curls the color of fresh snow, and he set the instrument down and approached the darkness of the tree line.

A single click was returned back, the mage having not noticed the large, eldritch outline of the creature just before his very eyes, towering over him. Only when he angled his head upwards did he see that crimson stare illuminated within the shadow of the forest.

"Come now, it is a little late don't you think? Come, my friend, rest beisde the fire. Shall I prepare you something to eat?"

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Dance in the moonlight

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@witchcraftandburialdirt cont from x

He's cleaning up fabric, folding it neatly and tucking it on shelves. For a moment he wonders if maybe he was too forward with his invitation. Idling in front of a shelf and fiddling with a sheet of crimson, rubbing the fabric between his fingers. He then jumps a little as his phone vibrates on his desk. Turning swiftly to scoop it up and fumbling to unlock the screen. He eyes the response, mouth slightly agape before he smiles to himself. Were anyone there they would've been witness to the seamster's grin - and the pink blooming over his cheeks as he scurries around hurriedly to close his shop even faster.

[7:40pm Vladimir -> Robin 💕🌱]: No dress code, love. I can come pick you up if you wish. [7:40pm Vladimir -> Robin 💕🌱]: u nless you dont want me to

His hand comes up to his face, running down the front of his eyes as he sighs to himself loudly. 'idiot.' he whispers to himself.

[7:50pm Vladimir -> Robin 💕🌱]: I'm just closing now. We could also just meet. [7:50pm Vladimir -> Robin 💕🌱]: If you don't mind me being quite overdressed . . . [7:51pm Vladimir -> Robin 💕🌱]: Any cravings?

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“I am longing to be with you, and by the sea, where we can talk together freely and build our castles in the air.”

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@witchcraftandburialdirt Won the lottery huh

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I have to post this or eggs gonna beat me to death for keeping it to myself

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Vladimir found himself wandering the halls of the manor after the rather eventful night. As the guests either cleared or settled to idle conversation, Vlad had retired to the halls. Basking in the moonlight that glimmered through the curtains. Casting bright glistening reflections in the polished flooring. His boots clicked on the stone, hand coming up to remove the mask that he wore during the ball. Thankful that he no longer had to adorn it anymore, it irritated his eyes, blocking much of his vision. But its beauty replaced its functionality.

He pauses in his steps, finding one of the balcony's doors open. The cool air of the night drifting in lazily as the curtains swayed in the breeze. Dancing in the hall like ghosts beckoning the lord near. Approaching cautiously, he stands behind a curtain, crimson eyes finding themselves settling on a familiar small figure, who had found comfort in the moonlit nights quiet solitude. Robin. The aristocrats head tilts, watching the man intrigued. He seemed to just be settled there, decompressing from the eventful night. Vlads approach was silent, but he made no effort to touch or invade the others personal space. To Robin, he probably materialized out of nowhere.

"Beautiful." he coos at the mage. His eyes never leaving the others figure as he admired the way the moonlight gleams off of his hair. Whether he was out loud talking of Robin or the starry sky was left unanswered as continued, sauntering to the others side. "Do you mind company? I know the party was rather a lot for you. It is not the same as the quiet country side of your lands."

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{ have all my half baked ship art }

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@witchcraftandburialdirt followed -

Confusion and then curiosity, something he never had felt before when meeting someone, especially what he assumed was a mortal. However this was quite odd to him. "What do you see with such curious eyes I wonder." he says with a singsong tone.

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“He looked so lost, so soulful, so lonely. I wanted him to kiss me now. I wanted to let him know I was his for all eternity.”

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"A blessed birthday to you, sir. I would be charmed to take a stroll with you?"

"Could you give me a moment to freshen up?"

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A wave of embarrassment fell over him at the command to come and sit upon his lover's lap during the council's meeting; frankly Robin had no idea why he would be summoned to the Crimson Court's assembly. This was Vladimir's domain after all and most of the time he would sleep through these congregations, tucked away in his night dress and buried under warm blankets and furs. He was a tired thing, opting to nap between meetings and cuddle up when possible; so when Nok woke him from his slumber he was less than pleased about it.

Still, he showed up. His long braid fluffy and disheveled as it poured down his back to blend with the cream of his night dress and what felt like a thousand eyes burning into him. That was until he heard the playful click and witnessed a beckoning Vladimir - his voice was poisoned honey upon Robin's ears, and he was compelled to listen. Hesitantly he made his way past the various aristocrats, his own sparkling cerise eyes scanning over each one until they rested back into the matching iris of his husband. There before him he stood, awkwardly lifting onto his toes to rest his rump on Vladimir's thigh - finding his body turning closer until he was resting comfortably between his neck and shoulder. A flush ran through Robin at the realization that he was resting on the hemomancer's crotch, grateful no one else could see ... yet horrified as he knew Vlad could hear the jump in his pulse.

At first he had allowed himself to be absorbed into the mundane task to sitting in a meeting. His eyes half lidded and listening to prattle as the court continued their bickering. Vladimir had let it happen, the mortals who listened to him keen on settling their differences with a verbal debate. Hardly paying attention to what would be considered their leader who sat there so impatiently.

It was when he caught the sight of his lover walking in the darkness of the halls. His figure framed against the darkness of the door as the gentle glow of candle light illuminated his ghostlike features. the mage was such a darling little thing to Vlad, a click escaping his throat as he beckoned him over. His hand reaching out as his lover hobbled his way toward him in a haze. Rubbing his eyes as he eventually took a seat upon the hemomancers lap. Barely noticed by the others who were too occupied in their arguments to even notice the two having their own moment.

He smirks, hands snaking themselves around the smallers lap, pulling him close just so Robin was against him. He knew exactly what he was doing with the action, taking care to arch himself so that his husband could feel the full grind of his crotch on his rear. Leaning forward, his chin rested on Robins shoulder. Crimson eyes flickering with amusement as he purrs, burying himself into the soft skin of his neck. Kissing gingerly as if he were going to crack the porcelain skin with any action. As his lips peppered along his shoulder, they remained painfully long grazing against it, he could feel the others pulse. The thumping of his heartbeat like a drum in Vlads ears as he takes a gentle inhale burying his face into Robin once more.

He smells of the cleaner used for laundry, of the sheets and furs he was buried in moments ago, and also the scent of the herbs he plucked earlier still on his fingers. Possibly clinging to the underside of his nails. There was another click from Vlad, soft, delicate into his clothing. It was then his hands moved from Robins hips to his groin. Keen on using the table to hide his hands from wandering eyes. Even if someone had seen, would they dare even speak up to Vlad? They would be executed on the spot for their transgression. His clawed fingers carefully slid under Robins gown, running against his skin and then rubbing at his thighs playfully. Kneading the flesh as if he were soothing the tenseness out of his husbands body. Noting how Robins breath has hitched as his eyes made contact with Vlads own. Fear, panic, and a hint of wonder. Why exactly was his husband doing this to him now? "Be calm my love.." he whispers sweetly into Robins ear. "If you make a noise, they will notice.. behave for me.." the hushed tone breathing hot against the back of his neck as Vlad adjusted himself. When readjusting, his lips once more ghosted against Robins skin, then they pulled back to reveal his fangs. The sharp edges dragging teasingly, threatening the others pristine skin to be damaged. Only then did Vlads eyes flick upwards, gazing at Robin through his pale lashes. A silent request of his lovers permission to allow his fangs to plunge into his skin, and when their eyes met he noted the subtle nod and the hitch of Robins breath. Preparing himself, to which Vlad grinned eagerly at the thought that his beloved was indulging him in such a scandalous scene. Fangs sunk into Robin, it was so easy to do, like a heated blade cutting into butter, his mouth closing around the wound quickly to stop the blood from escaping his eager mouth. His tongue lazily dragging and swirling against the skin he blemished as his hands traveled once more. Crawling under Robins nightgown and up to his chest. The other find itself on his inner thigh as he felt Robin struggle to contain the pathetic noise that escaped his lips. Vlads hips moved, pressing against his rear as his other free hand continued to work. Caressing and rubbing his inner thigh and then finally Robins own groin. Which caused his heart to race even more. A whimper coming from the mage as he bit his lower lip to contain his embarrassment that Vladimir was causing. pale cheeks flush as he wiggled himself on the hemomancers lap, as if it would allow him escape from the onslaught of stimulation he was receiving.

Vladimirs tongue dragged lazily, slowly against the wound he just created. A mixture of their magic closing the puncture wounds as Vlad smirked again. Noting how Robins body had gone almost limp, as if he were waiting for Vlad to continue. Cerise eyes half lidded as Robin panted gently, eyes unmoving from Vlads own gaze as he did his best. The heartbeat that drummed in Vlads ears slowing down as the other managed to calm himself. All the while the others in the room had continued their quarrel without noticing them. None the wiser of the events that unfolded for mere moments.

"Good boy."

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Robin gazes down with half lidded eyes and lifts the bat’s chin up to kiss his nose gently - “is this how you intend to get my attention from now on, darling?”

Sprawled upon the mage's lap with a rather strange scene to anyone who would’ve passed by briefly. Vladimir, in the guise of a pale bat lay on his lover. Chattering away, only to halt when his lovers lips pressed ever so gently upon the flat of his nose.

His tiny ears perk, the soft wet tip of his snoot leaving a small print on robins lips. Causing the little bat to snort and then sneeze. His large red eyes peered upwards at the other who looked ever so adoringly down at him.

He looked rather pathetic, mundane even; like a timid little pet that Robin had tamed so easily. But Vlad assumed thats what had happened, he was tamed by such a darling little mage. One that he had so eagerly allowed to put a collar and leash on his neck. Keeping him from his rampant bouts of violence and cravings. Yes, this was his own choice, his beloved that he had adored ever so much. Who spoke to him in such a way that almost made him feel like that perhaps he could feel human once more. But such wishes were far gone, so his little moments of serenity were welcomed easily.

Wings grip the fabrics of Robins clothes, pulling the pale creature from his lap up to his stomach. Then his chest - finally Vladimir hid himself in the crook of the man's neck. His small face was buried within pale locks to block the sun from his face. He felt peace.

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“Darling, you locked me out of the house again.” his head pokes in the window. “Darling?” the last darling seemed more annoyed, warped, struggling to stay human in tone.