#𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐘’𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 ;; Robin

[iceiclehorned]

The vibrancy of Penacony surely could never be matched.

Countless souls walked about the lively city, exploring the Golden Hour with big smiles, hearts pounding with anticipation with each announcement that was ever called upon the masses of televisions scattered. Seeing so many carefree, happy people in one place was something that Robin revelled in, a sight that truly could not be replicated by many means. Even so, her heart knew that there were things about the Dreamscape that daunted her, doubting the true nature of the Golden Dream that many sold their lives to experience.

As the cosmically known singer wandered through the many side-streets, she spotted a beautiful woman in red, seemingly confused as to where she was. With a relaxed smile, her legs carried her over to the mysterious figure, a carefree nature that seemed to be unending, colourful.

“Excuse me, are you lost? My name is Robin. If you need to learn your way around, I’m more than happy to help.”

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starter: @wifeysaremylifey

[iceiclehorned]

"I want to scream." (D to Robin.)

Scream?

Blue and green hues transfixed themselves over D’s body, focused on the expression that needed to be mulled over. It was a rarity for such a deep, raw feeling that could never be glazed over to be expressed to the cosmic singer in such a blunt way. No matter how hard a person may try, feelings of helplessness, a sinking anchor of depression weighing down the motivations of an individual so tormented by circumstance, to be left to marinate and worsen in her sights, were never better left unspoken about. She intended to help as best she could in the matter. Concern washed over Robin’s expression as a gloved hand gently rested on her shoulder, heartache clear in the moment.

“It’s going to be okay,” she gently offers, a delicate means to bring comfort to her newfound friend. “If you need somebody to talk to… I am always happy to lend an ear and a shoulder to try on. Let it all out, Miss.”

[iceiclehorned]

This had been the first time Robin had ever experienced such a deep, electrical attraction toward another person. Various sources of media had portrayed love to be flowery, full of unneeded dramatised fights, with makeup sex suddenly becoming the key scene by the end of it. A lot of it often bored the Halovian, finding a pointlessness in something that did not exercise something true and sincere. Finding RED had put every creation of written, broadcast, and any other media made romance to shame. From the way her grey eyes sparkled with so much colour, exuding a vibrancy that could never be captured through the same means used to make the Dreamscape in the first place. There was not a superficial bone in that munchkin’s body. Aeons above would be able to see just how divinely perfected she was, and all that she had been through would be repaid in kind.

She couldn’t forget the look in her eye, barely able to fight back tears when the galaxy-eyed singer had expressed her adoration for the other. The maker had willingly traversed through many paths, picking up women left and right in the hopes that it would become something more than it had developed. Robin was unsure just how much physical experience she had with other women, but she was certain that her heart had poured so much more love into each woman than they had ever given her, resulting in a mental blockage. If she did not feel abandoned, she would not have anything to confront.

This wouldn’t be something that would ever be allowed. This angel that had blessed the galaxy with her existence will be thoroughly pleasured.

Observing every reaction that was made only excited her further. Gosh, she was so adorable like this, vulnerable, yet unable to drop the notion of an exploration of two curious women, holding a deep desire to keep that unending love alive all throughout the night. If this had been taking place in the real-world of Penacony, she knew that she would feast until dawn. Hopefully, RED would be able to handle the overstimulation that she intended to provide. Expressing such perverse ideas was unlike her, not that it mattered at this rate. This was going to be a merciless exploration, and that secret would not be told until the other was hot, panting and shaking.

Tugging off those shorts had been harder than originally expected, but with every reaction that came from her ministrations, the more confident she felt in seeking a possessive ownership over her. The feelings were disgustingly primal, a teasing look in her eye as her lover became bare. “You’re so beautiful,” her voice was holding onto that lustful need, a tone that held an adoration for somebody who was practically an engima. Gorgeous with a heart that deserved protecting. There had been so much to happen, that this moment was reserved for euphoria and an adventure of a lifetime. "Just let me know if anything I do is not up to your standard and I will fix it, 'kay?"

If somebody had told Robin this would be how she loses her virginity, she simpyl would not have believed it, for the reason being that her comprehension that somebody as enticing as RED would show up on her doorstep (somewhat literally) would be an impossibility among the galaxy. Yet, it was happening.

It would be a lie if she pretended the attempt at dirty talk did not turn her on, and while she would love to listen to anything her lover had to say, her primary objective superseded her patience. It was a rarity for anything akin to greed overtake her naturally gentle-nature, but tonight? It was going to be far different from anything else that either of them had experienced -- unless the other had previous experience, that is. "I merely wish to enjoy my treat, sweetheart." The tone of her voice remained almost untouched, except for that slight possessive edge that wiggled its way within. The idea of another with RED was ruffling up her feathers, egging her on to exercise this act of seeing the other so blissed out and brainless.

That sweetly generated compliment only made her feel much more confident, and just as she was about to speak, she could feel those promiscuous fingers testing the waters against her own soaked cunt. A poorly stifled moan makes itself known, a slight growl of approval working its way in there. The dynamic that was unfolding between them was almost competitive, neither allowing the other to quite go without completely leaving behind a teasing touch or words of encouragement that ignited a fire. The singer was not going to back down, even with the sensations being sparked slowly becoming too much for her to handle. It was clear that Robin was a soaking mess, but had put it to the side, just to experience her munchkin in all her glory.

RED was quite the disobedient meal, wasn't she?

"If you're a good girl, I'll consider following through." By no means was she a domineering woman, but she also based everything that was said and done on how her ball of sunshine performed. The maker was a very giving woman, dedicating her time and energy into forming deep romantic connections, even if it meant remaining in a hurt state that those attempts were disregarded so easily. With that in mind, it was easy to see that what she needed was some repaid energy. It bothered her, deep down, that there had been a harem surrounding the red-haired woman, but expressing that could only go two ways, and she did not want to take her chances. Shaking off those thoughts, her mind was brought back to the conversation at hand.

"You have such a pretty pussy, RED," purely seductive and primal is how she spoke. After that, her hands rested on the other's hips, dragging her down so there was not even a centimeter between them. "I do not intend to share it."

Firstly, there was a gentle kiss placed upon those lips, with a low moan vibrating against that sweet nectar that graced her mouth. The temptation to dive right in there was driving her insane, but she knew that pacing herself would work for the better between them. Her tongue worked slowly, tracing over her folds as if it were a delicacy to be thoroughly enjoyed. She promised herself that no matter how much begging or pleading that was to come from those lips, she would remain firm in the chosen pace. The plan that had been in store for the smaller female had yet to be properly set into motion, but with the persistence coming from her, there was a slight possibility she would not have the chance to completely leave her edged, before overstimulating her into a frenzy.

Her hold on her body was so tightly performed, unwilling to give the other a true break unless it was needed. Her tongue would flicker against RED's clit, circling over it in a calculating manner. If the roles had been reversed, she was sure that she would remain at the other's mercy, so why not cling to the control while it worked in her favour, rather than against her? Occasional moans of approval would be expressed loudly, not sparing her of any sort of embarrassment that may prickle at her skin. Instead, her ministrations would work toward speeding up, slowing down, and savouring the taste before allowing herself to become a little more reckless. That adventurous organ would find itself teasing the girl's entrance, before lodging itself within as deep as possible, mercilessly fucking that delightfully-tasting hole. When she had mentioned the possibility of altering her actions to suit the pleasure of her girlfriend, she had been absolutely serious about it. This had purely been a means to experiment with different methods, all until she could piece together the perfect rhythm.

The intensity of the moment and the lust clouding her mind detracted nothing from the effect that Robin's voice had on her body. The song in her voice only got more pronounced, more inviting, and Red wanted to accept it wholeheartedly. Perhaps it had instilled her with proper calmness, to take the next step slower than Robin had, but no less passionately. Perhaps, in what little reason still remained in Red's mind, she wanted this beautiful moment to last, for who knew when something like it might happen again? Who knew how often she might see Robin afterwards, as there was only so much that passionate love could do to bridge galaxies of distance between their homes.

It made her determine to taste every inch, worship every feature of the Halovian's incredible body, and make the time slowly count down. And yet, that approach left her pussy aching for attention, without quelling the distant worries in her mind. But she knew, from the wonderful noises she made, that her partner was pleased. And in the moment, that made her so happy.

The tugging on her shorts made her react, moving slightly apart and adjusting so as not to hinder Robin's efforts. And as Red did so, she could recover her breath while her eyes settled once more on Robin. Her wants rivaled Red's, and were perhaps even greater, but through it all, the care and attention were so deliberate that there could be no mistaking them as fully selfish. Robin's message was being received, bit by bit. And though Red wasn't quick on the uptake, she did feel her heart lighten, her features settle in the most natural, delightful smile, and her body pulse with warmth all over.

She loved her so much.

"A-Ahh..."

The first touch on her slit made her instinctively arc her body one way, both to react to the touch and to allow more further on. Robin's following giggle made her self-conscious of her own reaction, but what was suggested afterwards took much more of Red's focus.

Just like she had a taste of her lips and tongue, now Robin wanted even more. And despite the lewdness, just considering the possibility once caused the maker to realize that she was no different. Her taste had been alluring and addicting so far, and desire mixed with curiosity took over.

"Haah, you really want it, don't you, my naughty wifey~?" She did her best attempt at a teasing sexy voice, still far too upbeat to properly play its part. "Of course I'll-- Ngh!"

Robin's display of seriousness could not go unnoticed. The pressure against her clit made her voice become erratic as she had tried to make a sentence, and her entire lower half to shake. It was finally getting attention, and its happiness was reverberating through Red's entire body. She moaned so loudly that she pressed one fist against her mouth in shame, and it stayed there to contain the following ones.

"You're so good at this..." She spoke onto her hand, still audible enough for Robin to listen.

It was all so effortless, so smooth. Even when Robin inserted her finger, she was soaked to the point where it could move with no issue, and it just enhanced the feelings rather than shocking Red. A muffled moan of "oh my goddess" left her lips, and she only left her stupor of pleasure when her partner spoke again.

In response, the maker adjusted herself once more, eyes hungrier than before, and hands equally as adventurous, one of them doing its best to reach under Robin's dress and push a finger teasingly against her panties, as if trying to see how wet the other was even through the fabric.

"What will it be," she repeated, tone mingling with the huffs of pleasure she had given just before. "It'll be what you asked for! I just need to amp you up for it too! And while I do so... Feel free to tell me just how much you want it. And promise me... that I can taste you after... for as long as we like... or until you can't take it anymore~"

She planned to time her sentence with different pressuring of her fingers against the underwear, but even in that, she was getting more impatient as lust took over. She rubbed gently at first, teasing through the fabric, but it wasn't long before she pulled the fabric covering the crotch aside and swirled around the clit before rubbing against it, varying the angle of the touch each time. Red's breath steadied slowly, and she'd lean close, hoping to hear that angelic voice's answer to her, or at least enjoy the sweet choir of her lover's moans in response to her.

But then, withdrawing her hand, she'd bring them up to Robin's shoulders again, guiding her to be laying face-up.

"OK, here we go~"

She'd bring herself up towards the header of the bed, lift up from it and arc one leg over and past Robin, so that lowering her body would place her pussy directly over the songstress' face. Being so brazenly naked in full, unobstructed view of her partner made Red fully realize that it wasn't just a matter of being "shy" that could be a problem here. It all required trust. And once that trust was there, even if it remained embarrassing, it was also just so hot.

With her face blazing in crimson, Red lowered her body until she felt Robin's face, legs still supporting most of the weight, leaning back enough so that her arms could be placed against the bed, giving her some stable foundation.

But despite this stability, her crotch was completely defenseless. Her legs were open by necessity and in acceptance. Her special place was as soaked as ever, and primed by Robin herself. It was all hers.

Have your way with her.

[iceiclehorned]

People had perceived her to be pure in the way that she presented herself, by the way she behaved, and by the way she spoke, never using a word out of line. As a person who follows the path of Harmony, there was not a horrible bone in her body. But that did not mean to say that she was inherently worthy of being considered “innocent”, either. Throughout her life, she had made connections with thousands of people, even if they only last one greeting. Within those interactions, nobody had keenly caught her eye.

Until RED came along, of course.

The exploration of her sexuality had only come in brief moments, with her fingers teasing her skin in an uncertain fashion, shy of taking herself all the way through to the other side. Nothing had quite gotten her to a point where she felt as though she needed it, brimming with an intense desire to let out those carnal needs that had become pent up, long forgotten with the constant additions to her schedule, from as little as day by day. At least, that had been the case until the present moment, with her juices leaking into her underwear, with a straining pulse sending her mind into overdrive. This had been the first time her body had wanted something so badly that it physically almost hurt. Would it be so strange for her to admit to herself that she liked this pain? It made her feel so alive, basking in the moment as much as possible without driving it too far forward.

Her ears did not miss a beat in the sudden drop of her voice at the mention of where they were, and it caused her to pause momentarily. Had she taken the time to explain the workings of the Dreamscape? Sure, this is where she had come across the delightful maiden, but had she truly taken the time to make sure that she understood how it functioned? No. With a small smile, her thumb rests against the shorter girl's chin, her index finger resting underneath it as her eye-contact becomes firm, attempting to send a reassuring message across. "Don't worry, the only things that are not real in this place are the items within, as well as the landscaping," her explanation was breathy, but gently put across. "Everything happening between us is real, alongside my feelings for you. So, please... don't be afraid. It's just me and you here, in this moment." Pouring out her heart in a heated manner was a first, her impatience was growing intensely, but the overarching priority would always be her lover's comfortability and happiness. Robin would not allow for RED to feel anything but the warmth of her feelings, as well as the experimental touches of the physicality between them.

There was something soothing about the munchkin's words, easing the nervous demeanour she had been carrying since things had upped in ante. It felt as though everything hinged on getting this moment right, her mind going blank the moment small hands roam over her body. Such careful caresses, decisive in each area they provoke. Had RED done this before? The way she was handling the situation certainly felt like it at the very least, stirring unfamiliar sensations from within her form. How did it get to this point? Every light gasp and stifled moan coming down to the smallest of touches left behind. Her body felt so frustrated, eager to release all that had been bottled up for years, only coming to fruition because of this beautiful, ethereal woman, before her, struggling to take her dress off her body.

"Wait." The Halovian rasps out, her hands grasping RED's wrists, pulling her hands toward her body. "I want to do this properly."

With that declaration, lines had been blurred, moments passing in small flashes, with the almost sudden change in scenery. A comfortable-enough bedroom to enable the performance of a lifetime, Robin pins the other against the mattress, her hands working around the corset that hugged her waist, hungrily gazing down on that appetising body. Her goal had been to savour every moment, avoiding becoming sloppy in her movements that way. She truly did want to make every second as enjoyable for the woman representing Red Entertainment, but from the moment she had removed the corset, her fingers opening up the fabric that hid her gaze from her soft, generously sized breasts.

Something had seemingly snapped from within her mind.

"Aeons, you're perfect." When her eyes reach RED's face, it was clear she intended to go all in, her mouth attaching itself to a nipple, licking the flesh in a slow, purposeful way, moaning against the skin in a satisfactory manner. Whilst her mouth occupied itself with her left breast, her right hand would caress the other, her fingers kneading the skin in an affection means, with a determination to provide her love with the utmost pleasure. Her first time with a person sexually, and she had taken it upon herself to go all out, unrelenting with each act carried out. Truthfully, she wanted this woman -- this angel -- to be her first and her last, no matter what were to happen on their journey together.

Her slender fingers pulled at her pink nipples, lightly pinching just to add to the taunting stimulation. Servicing her dearest felt amazing, providing the singer with a thrill she had never touched upon before, but was now clutching onto it like it served as her lifeline. Pulling away from the saliva soaked nipple, Robin cruelly allows her hot breath to fan over it, lust clearly taking over her normal sense of judgement. Under ordinary circumstances, there mere suggestion of a prude nature would shy her away. Not this time.

"Please tell me -- did that feel good?"

Red had become a mess, held together by love. Even during the downtime, things still felt intimate, and she realized just how much she had been lucky to find someone as caring and nurturing as Robin. She didn't even hesitate to clean off her tears, and Red had found herself leaning onto the other's hand as it moved, chasing the caress through the tissue. Being cared for as a focus rather than incidentally had her over the moon, and fueled her actions thereafter.

When her face was let go, Red changed the angle of the kiss, pecking lightly as a prelude to a more full contact, deeper kiss that would threaten to leave herself breathless. Her body was already touching Robin's, but she took the Halovian's arms wrapping around her torso as complete acceptance of this, and so she felt free to let her arms explore down her shoulders, sliding along her sides, getting a feel for the shape of her body even from over her dress. The eagerness to make Robin feel loved, coupled with getting to experience her through all her body, was making her warmer and more pleased than she thought possible. Once or twice, her breath was punctuated by a hum of contentment.

She was so beautiful, so open, easy to love. All that was really barring RED now seemed to be her human limits, for at some point during the whole process, she found she was not breathing enough. And when she took the time to recover, she saw Robin collapse gently, sitting where she stood. She would have lowered to that level too, but Robin made the decision for her, and now they were looking at each other again, lost in each other's eyes, faces so close that it felt like their hot breaths were mingling together. Before, they had struggled with a height difference, but now, it felt like they could resume with fewer struggles and even more thorough exploration

But Robin's words gave her pause. It brought back the idea she had dismissed before. The Dreamscape.

"Huh...?"

Right. The Golden Hour had been beyond pleasant. Though it was always night, the energy it exuded was always positive. The temperature was always pleasantly mild. Now that Red was close to the ground, even the hard street floor didn't make her naked legs feel cold. And despite her panting, she still felt the same pep as she had when she arrived. Like time never really went forward.

But it couldn't be fake. It just couldn't. Not after all of this. She was... just missing something! Red was always the first to admit she wasn't the brightest tool in the shed. And so she could convince herself that what Robin seemed to be implying wasn't the right way to think of it.

But in their reticence, Robin apologized, and Red's mind snapped back to the present. Whatever the truth of the matter was, she felt more concerned about here and now, about the girl she madly wanted to care for and protect and love. Even when out of her element, Red had to project some strength.

"You can touch me anywhere~!" She said, perhaps a bit overly giddy in her attempt to salvage the mood. "And that's true here, or anywhere else, OK?"

That sounded like a good compromise. And now, for what felt most important. Something primal seemed to trigger when the other requested help, as if Red was a dutiful hero who couldn't say no to any utterance of the word. But it also exacerbated matters when Red's own body responded with its own needs, and her thighs rubbed together just a tad in a futile attempt to alleviate it.

"I'll help you through it," she said, voice lowering in a bid to sound more confident. "Just relax~ And touch wherever you feel like."

As she said it, she'd gently place her hands on Robin's shoulders again, spreading her fingers and rubbing along their surface. From there, the hands moved along her arms, pushing away the puffs acting like detached sleeves and the silk gloves. Red leaned in to press her lips against one of Robin's shoulders, kissing at regular intervals while traveling up towards her neck. If Robin made no complaints, she'd keep going up to her cheek, withdraw slightly, inch close to Robin's ear and exhale her hot breath at it and one of her angelic wings.

Her hands would not stop either unless there was some resistance. Everywhere they traveled, they lingered just a bit to gently massage Robin's smooth skin, and then moved elsewhere to vary the point of stimulus. When they got down to her dress, without feeling any straps, they slid down the middle to the treble clef ornament, and without a second thought, they fiddled with it as if trying to find a latch, to get the dress open. Unfamiliar as she was with Robin's attire, that might not have been possible, but if not, her hands would eventually find themselves elsewhere to keep caressing her wifey thoroughly.

[iceiclehorned]

Has it always been possible to fall in love at first sight?

When you’re young, or simply listening to the stories of a family member or friend, and they talk about their love story, there is usually a few weeks, perhaps even months, before the intensity of the connection brings the two people together in an intimate bond, but there was something that screamed at the Halovian to make her move as quickly as possible, defying the logical conclusion that most others, including her brother, would follow, in order to procure a “longer lasting” relationship, or to appear less… socially unacceptable.

To Robin, if you could not be happy as your authentic self, then there was especially no reason to wave a mask in front of your face so blatantly. Hiding the most wonderful traits about having the ability to express oneself should never have to happen, and she was also aware of the endless possibilities the two could traverse through if either of them felt even the slightest sense of rejection, though knowing her brother and The Family, they wouldn’t enable any discriminatory acts to occur in the first place, much less tolerated. In their own eyes, Penacony is a symbol of freedom, and self-expression was part of that, whether it was liked or not.

The way RED’s lips felt was heavenly, and it made her want to dive right back in for more of her. However, there was a momentary hesitation once she heard those shakily expressed words, her thumbs brushing away the tears as they fell from her eyes in an affectionate manner, before pulling away to get a tissue for assistance. Seeing those authentic emotions running through her partner like that only mede her own heart throb in her chest as she dabbed the tissue across the soft, pale skin. “I’m so happy, too.” Her expression of it was through a shy smile, as if this exploration had brought out a more modest side of her to the table, too. When needed, she could be quite brazen herself. But right now? In this very moment, with the sugary goodness she felt internally, it had weakened that resolve to assert herself over the other for the moment.

A slight fear had always existed in her mind from the moment this connection came to fruition, and she realised that she would have to actively compete against others for her. What if she had lost? That overwhelming anxiety had lived within her mind for a few hours, contemplating ways to ensure she ended up winning the girl’s heart fair and square. Having the ability to release that through one hot, ragged breath, was more than enough for her.

Feeling RED take an assertive stance this time around had left her surprised, but it had not been unwelcome. Rather, there was something quite soft about the way she leaned in, placing her lips against her own, closing the gap that had been created for only a moment. The feeling of warm hands exploring her upper body only encouraged her own hands to move from the beautiful face they had been holding, to her torso, as a means to bring the adventurer close as her back hits a brick wall, resulting in a breathy gasp to be released from her throat, barely making much noise among the intensity of the kiss. Her thighs parted enough to allow that access, choosing to give her beloved enough room to be free with however she wants with it all. There could never be a moment where her beloved felt rejection like that.

Yet, there was still an understanding that seemed to transcend the physical touch between the two that her lover was overwhelmed, so with every passing moment, Robin did her best to avoid getting too touchy, despite the way she yearned to feel her all over.

Pinned against the wall, there wasn’t much she could do, other than to slowly sink to the ground after the kiss ends, a result of her knees buckling from under her. Her hands grip onto the munchkin’s torso, breathing hotly at the compliment given to her through heavy panting. Her heart was nagging her for more, a temptation thickly layered between them. With a soft nudge, she brings RED close to her, looking into those grey eyes with nothing but raw, unfiltered love, which was battling against the lust that had been building for quite some time. How dare she be so perfect and lead her down this road, making her lose control of the way her body reacted to every single thing that she did. How could she be so wonderful, yet such a tease all at the same time?

The sensical part of her brain understood that it was not purposely done, and instead, it had been a result of bottled desire that made her think that way.

With one long, lasting look, Robin took RED’s hands into her own, looking up at her with an almost fearful expression. “Please, can I touch you?” The words flow out, a look of desperation lingering, yet remaining dormant, never going beyond a certain point. “And I don’t mean here, in the Dreamscape. I mean in the real world.” The ache between her legs had become so painful. The need to take care of it was growing, and part of her felt almost guilty for wanting to touch her companion in the way that she did. It was never too late to retract those words, but her lips made no move to do so. Instead, there was a momentary silence, before she opted to pipe back up again.

“I’m sorry,” it comes out as a flustered expression, her cheeks turning a hot mess of red. “To be honest, I’ve never experienced this feeling before… can you help me?”

The imagery of the smashed glass and the wasted liquid appeared to mean nothing to her anymore, becoming a faint memory, overshadowed by the scent and beauty of her newfound love.

"Ah-!"

The moments where she waited for a response, right after making her own move, felt excruciating. Despite the courage she mustered, there was still the possibility of it all being rejected, postponed or misunderstood. If there was to be a reaction, she expected it while they were still there, with breath seized and hearts ablaze. But instead, Robin seized her by the wrist and ran.

Red followed suit, keeping up with the pace, and not even minding if they were leaving the beverages behind in a pool of broken glass and sweet liquids. Despite the abruptness of it all, she trusted Robin already, and even had an inkling of what she was doing. After all, Red herself had briefly worried about how public the location they were had been. And there was something enchanting about dashing off with your loved one into the unknown, where all they would have was each other.

When the short jog came to an end, Red looked up to lock eyes with her angelic companion. The tone had changed, as did the rest of her demeanor. Surprise gave way to excitement, and Red felt the reverberations of it all throughout her body.

Her breath sharpened, both in anticipation and from the rushed move over to their place of seclusion. She had been painfully aware of how attractive the Halovian girl was, and how her voice made her feel, but the newfound confidence of her actions along with the undertones of need in her voice made her shudder even more now. Her ragged breathing was also making her so much more aware of Robin's scent, and how much it had been there all this time, understated but comfortable, putting her at ease much like the whole demeanor of the girl. And she already knew how nice and smooth Robin's hand felt.

She could associate Robin with every sense she had, except one. And as if on cue...

“I’m going to kiss you now.”

Red swallowed. Her panting made her all too aware of the dryness of her mouth, and the hotness of her breath. Robin's hesitation was only temporary, but it was enough for Red to curb the furious thumping of her heart, part her lips slightly and angle her head aside, just to make it easier (and more inviting) for Robin when she leaned in. Even non-verbally, she hoped this was clear indication for the other to keep going.

All the while, she did her best to control her breath. She needed oxygen. But she needed Robin even more.

When their lips finally met, it was airy and light, warm and inviting, passionate but gentle. Red was mostly reactive to each caress of the lips, moving them when led, and enjoying the distant sweetness of the Pika White along with the natural feeling of Robin's mouth. She might have been a bolder explorer, but being held by Robin's hands in the meantime really kept her under control, until their lips parted.

So far, Red's head had been fuzzy, her mind lost in the moment and intoxicated by all the feelings involving Robin, internal and external. But the pause made something snap to her awareness.

It had happened. She had finally found someone that wanted her just as much, and perhaps more than she wanted them. Even if the whole thing was a crime of passion, or something that would not otherwise last, this was tangible proof that all the maker wanted was possible, instead of an unreachable ideal.

And that was why, when Robin complimented how she tasted, Red's answer came through incredibly shaky breath, and her half-open eyes caused a small pool of tears to form under each one.

"R-Robin..." She suppressed a sniffle as a shaky smile took over her face"... I'm so happy...!!"

The metaphorical dam in her heart, once having only one hole poked into it, cracked and broke down with surprising speed. The clear shows of affection and the underlying sense of need and lust was making her feel pleasantly warm and wet. Red took a moment more to regain her composure, the tears finally rolling down her cheeks (and Robin's hands, if they were still there), but with her smile still present and prevalent in her expression.

And then, she was the one to lean in, to kiss Robin again. Only, now she was trying to lead the pace. Her hands, lost and idle during the first kiss, now rose towards Robin's exposed shoulders, to caress them and also gently inch the pair towards the nearest wall, where Red could up the ante; she could press a bit harder against Robin's body with her own, hoping her chest wouldn't exert an awful more amount of pressure, but also unable to resist the temptation to feel Robin with her whole body. Even one of her legs inched closer, aiming to add to the feeling of the pin, but instead just ending up helplessly in between Robin's legs and with no upwards reach towards making the sensations better.

When Red drew back, it wasn't for lack of want to keep going, but moreso because the feeling of being wanted had been so enthralling that, in the middle of her own passionate trance, she wanted to see those kind and yearning eyes again, and really drink in the situation as it had been unfolding.

"And you," she whispered back, in a more stable voice, "you taste amazing. Ahh, I could-- I could get addicted to this..."

There was no regret in her tone. Not even resignation, if anything, there was contentment and peace, which didn't betray the swirl of emotions that still raged in her heart, flooding her with positivity.

[iceiclehorned]

There was a newfound affection that existed in Robin’s heart, and regardless of any contradictories that may attempt to trifle with this realisation, nothing could ever erase the way the aforementioned organ fluttered, beating against her ribcage in such an explosive way, the intimacy was electric. The whole dynamic between the two seemed to grow more intense, only resulting in the palms of her hands to become sweaty. How could she deny it now?

She was falling for RED.

There was an almost flowery view that seemed to come into play whenever she saw the red-haired woman, which is a new bonus to having this intense feeling fluttering so powerfully from within. Despite how confident and brazen she appeared to be, Robin’s companion was rather shy, which had surprised her from the beginning. With the way RED talked about her relationships with her other wifeys, the singer had assumed that the assertiveness would live throughout all their interactions.

So, with this realisation, she knew that it had to be her to make that final step, but it was figuring out how to do that without scaring her away.

Though, none of it seemed to matter. Every moving thought that had once crossed her mind had paused at the seemingly reciprocated response she had received from her partner, and everything seemed to eagerly snap into place. With a sharply beating heart, the Halovian grabbed Red’s wrist, running seemingly aimlessly through the alleyways of the Golden Hour. There was a clear intent in mind, awaiting to reach her final destination.

The unseen areas of Penacony’s Dreamscape.

Unwatched unless in use, she knew that the two of them would be able to do as they pleased here, and with the ache that seemed to grow evermore between her legs, a tension to explore a sexuality she had never even considered before coming across this wonderful woman.

It would be her fault, with that seductive expression in her face, she would have driven herself to this damned fate.

As the two barely find themselves out of sight, the taller woman looked down on the other, her eyes showcasing the raw need to have her to herself, no longer holding her usual decorum. “I wasn’t lying when I said I wouldn’t mind kissing you.” She breathes, keeping the gap between them relatively small, her forehead on the verge of pressing against the other’s. Part of her felt as though she was going through an out of body experience, unable to comprehend that these were her own actions, moves she had decided to make herself.

“I’m going to kiss you now.”

There was a hesitance in her announcement, only spoken aloud to give RED the chance to back out if she so chooses. Casting her gaze toward her lips, Robin licks her own with a carnal hunger, realising that the scent from before was clouding all judgement. Why did she have to smell so goddamn good?

Both hands found themselves resting on each of her cheeks as she moved her head into the munchkin’s, finally allowing for their lips to make contact. All she could feel was how soft those lips felt, accompanied by that frisky yearning for more of her taste. The longer their lips were contacting one another, the more she wished they were experiencing this outside of the Dreamscape. Perhaps there was some thought in her mind that convinced her that doing this right here, right now was a bad idea, but the addictive taste was simply too much to force her body away.

“You taste so good.” Those words were whispered out, delicate in their manner. That was potentially the most crass thing she had ever said.

As much as Red leaned on riding the flow and her own words, the looming ghost of what Robin might have said if given the opportunity was still felt. She desperately wanted to know, but equally dreaded it. She was still tuned by past failures or delays in her romantic escapades, and while she always respected the decision of her peers, a very selfish part of her didn't want to let go from this moment, this spark of love, this relentless attraction. She would drown in it, gladly. Yet to maintain it, it felt necessary that she went through all the regular motions.

The SoulGlad helped, but in small spurts. After a drink, all she had to do was look at Robin again and it gradually hit her back in full force. Since when had she gotten so impatient, so caught up in the moment to moment interaction? She wasn't even flirting as much as she usually did. It might have bothered Red, if she didn't feel so plainly accepted by all that Robin decided to do. It really felt like an angel, keeping her in a metaphorical embrace, letting her express herself with little of the judgement or rejection she was more accustomed to. It was pretty impressive, and Red feared she'd have a hard time letting it go.

Her confidence was bolstered when Robin replied in a more timid tone than Red had found herself using so far. Had she gotten embarrassed, hearing her spiel? Red was prone to romanticize encounters with others, but this time, it had not at all felt like a one-sided fabrication, but instead the undertone of the whole interaction for her. So she continued from there.

"Of course! I got to be sure of what I'm feelin'! Who'd take the hand of someone that's being all wishy-washy about their proposal, after all?!"

That was the best confidence she could project, while keeping the mess of emotions inside her at bay. It still felt like they ought to wait for their time to shine. A right time and place, a more accepting or establishing environment. Red was patient enough to wait. But then...

'I wouldn't mind giving it a try.'

With a simple sentence, she shook Red's entire composure. Outwardly, she may have looked fine. But her eyes sparkled and widened, body tensed, heart rate spiked, mouth was slightly agape with an eagerness to reply just undercut by the nervousness to mess things up, which had risen tenfold.

She had tried to keep her overwhelming emotions behind a dam. And Robin had just poked a hole in it.

"You would...?" She stammered out, tone far too giddy and perhaps the slightest bit skeptical, as if she was reacting to something far beyond reach, in a dream. Her eyes shifted slightly, peripheral vision working hard to determine just how public a kiss would have been in the streets of the Golden Hour right then, but eyes equally unwilling to let go from Robin. Like if she let that go, the opportunity would just vanish and she'd never have it again.

Completely forgetting about the question that accompanied the sentence, she mustered up some courage. rehearsing a sly smile, eyelids drooping just a bit, in her best impromptu attempt to look sultry.

"Oh? So you wouldn't mind if we kissed? Right now~?"

And yet, even when she tried to sound composed, there was this breathy undertone, a movement of the lips, an inching closer to Robin. Her eyes gazed tenderly at Robin's own, and when they didn't, it was just to steal a glance at Robin's own lips.

[iceiclehorned]

Thump, thump, thump.

That was the reoccurring patter of her heart after that admittance had been delayed, sorely missing the mark she needed to reach in order to make her intentions clear. Who knew when the next opportunity to do so would arise? It made her heart soar with embarrassment, but there was a consideration that this had been the twist of fate that needed to happen, to teach Robin some patience. This was new ground that needed to be explored with the utmost caution, but also with that sweet, buttery love and care that she used when handling anything that came her way.

The casual utterance of the compliment falling from RED’s lips only encourages that shy hesitance to confront her with this realisation. After all, scurrying off to uncharted territories without ensuring that every fibre of its existence was safe and would remain preserved was another thing.

Who was she kidding?

She would always have this attraction toward RED, even when she comes to the end of her lifetime… it would remain. Individuals may struggle to understand the concept, but there was a trope that sang out, inciting her emotions and willingness to be honest from the very beginning. Naturally, there was that uncertainty surrounding it, but who was she to deny her heart so cruelly? To cut off her connection, just because it might feel too soon in the eyes of others? The alteration of one's life should not be simply out of fear of others' reaction. Instead, it should be born from a choice that was freely made of the doer.

Unfortunately, all walks of life can give rise to countless misconceptions, often resulting in shadows existing in lives that should not have to feel so restricted in the first place. Maybe that is also why people were fond of Penacony; that freedom to be yourself exists on the level that it does because everybody is chasing their dreams, whether it be collectively or individually. Nobody minds what you do or who you are, there is only that resonating euphoria.

RED's manners were so gently pronounced, with that skip in her step that made Robin's heart flutter with ease, training her buttered gaze upon her adventurer friend's face, taking her sweet time savouring each and every detail she could collate and burn into her mind, so that she would never forget this memory, even when they are worlds apart from one another. A pink hue that seemed to brush itself into a confused state with the colour red, sitting on her cheeks in the cutest of fashions, enhancing that youthful expression she seems to carry with her wherever she goes. Her grey eyes seemed to entrap her, luring her gaze deeper into her soul -- such a pretty, starry vision she had been met with.

Do all angels look this way?

The Halovian lets out a laugh in response to the eager expression on the other's face, allowing the tensions that were within her body to subside, left with only thoughts of her saccharine love interest looking so enlightened, as if the taste of the drink had been an feat in itself. The way she happily drank up more of it only caused the singer to vibrate with relief. After all, she wanted to impress RED to the best of her ability, and she hoped that she was doing a good job doing so.

Her smell was still incredibly addictive. What was wrong with her?

Her cheeks proceeded to light up, turning bright red at the open flirtation that had been laid before her. Even being this far into her life, even with the mountain of fame she had, nobody had been so brazen with her before! ...She liked it, perhaps a little too much for her own good. It made the adrenaline that had been once dormant suddenly spike, tormenting her body with a prickling sensation, her heart accelerating in a paramount capacity. "Is... that how you feel, Red?" The question came out much shyer than she had intended, which had her scrunching her nose. How did she go from the edge of confessing her feelings to feeling like a bashful teenager, exactly?

"...So, you spend time with all of your wifeys at the same time? And everybody is okay with being your wife... all at once? I have never come across such dynamics before." Her bottom lip is bitten, her mind racing with a question keenly sitting in the forefront, her palms becoming sweaty as she watches RED take a sip of her drink, using this paused time to allow the bottle of SoulGlad to make contact with her lips, taking a few sips before passing the bottle back. "It is a nice drink, isn't it?"

Robin felt almost sick with the way anxiety gnawed at her vulnerable heart, creating a thick ball of hesitance as those hands delicately rest on RED's cheeks, one on either side. Her eyes held her curious intent, and given the distracted crowd and their slightly hidden presence, she was taking her chances.

"Have you kissed a wifey before, Red? I wouldn't mind giving it a try..."

Red was pretty content with making note of Robin's preferences as well, which felt unusually natural. Even at times where she had wanted to keep similar tabs on persons of interest (often other wifey candidates), it took time to commit details to memory. But it all felt so smooth with Robin. So exciting. So right.

And down to the physical too. Her conflicting feelings about the handholding spiked when she saw that Robin reacted visibly. Tension took over, and Red was robbed of her own breath. It was released after the positive words, and the maker was quick on trying to reciprocate, but not quick enough to miss Robin calling her name.

"Yours is nice and soft! And.... Robin...?"

She felt like she botched something. Her tone was very quizzical, seasoned with worry. It betrayed the fact that she didn't want to hear a negative. But this had gone so well so far. Somewhere in her mind, it was too well. And yet, hearing her own name, in that voice that made her tremble and tingle,... If she could live in that moment of ecstasy, she might just do so without a second thought.

But it was their turn on the queue. It didn't cut the tension so much as it smashed it. It was still there, roughly in the same shape, put aside but ready to weigh her down at a moment's notice. But perhaps the drink would do her good. When had she started to feel like she was sweating? The Golden Hour wasn't even warm.

"Thank you kindly~!" She'd say once to the vendor and then in a more endeared tone towards Robin once she passed her drink over. She took this moment of distraction to examine the clear bottle, yellow liquid, the branding logo and the feel of the glass. Very marketable, but not in the same way as things in Gamindustri. This felt more well-presented and vintage, while her home put more emphasis on portability and variety.

Robin's attempt to mask her own emotions worked well with Red, since she now felt that only her was really being that much of a mess internally. She was still curious about the question from before, but it felt dangerous to ask immediately. Instead, she nodded at Robin's suggestion to try the other drink after. Then, she brought the cap to her mouth, snapped it open with her teeth, and flicked the cap up after the sizzle, before taking a swig.

It felt so sickeningly sweet and syrupy, with an aftertaste that she couldn't quite discern what to think of. It eased some of her worry and converted it into a sugary cheer.

"Wowzers! This is way better than I thought it was going to be! No wonder it's popular!"

Her gluttony made her take another swig soon after, like a kid that couldn't help herself from getting more sweets than she really ought to eat in a sitting. But she did have something to occupy her from downing the entire bottle. Robin's impromptu question.

The Halovian had made Red plenty more happy than the drink already, but perhaps because the drink was flowing through her system now, Red felt it couldn't hurt to speak plainly.

"Of course you are! You've been nothing but sweet to me, you look drop-dead gorgeous, we share traveling experience and interests in it, and we even have a date set up already!! I can just hear all the sparks going BZZZT all around the screen! It's like we're star-crossed lovers, fated to meet but set apart by the galaxy, until fate tied together the absolute cutest bow for us to meet in it!"

She might have gotten lost in the metaphor, but she was no less eager about the whole situation.

"And me and my wifeys do plenty together! Mostly adventuring together, but we've also done these big cooking get-togethers, slumber parties with plenty of games, massive holiday gatherings- and we always have each other's backs! Gamindustri's pretty chaotic, and it's been threatened by these big bad entities often, so we also get together to kick 'em to the curb! It's fun, but I hope you people here don't have to deal with that kind of stress often!"

She'd wait a bit for Robin to savor her own drink- and when they try to exchange, she'll offer some of the SoulGlad as well. She had no doubt in her mind it was a trivial drink to Robin, being a local and all. But there was something about sharing that feeling of euphoria with someone.

[iceiclehorned]

As time passed, Robin noticed the way her heart seemed to feel so full from the encounter, feeling almost heavy from the sensation of affections running through her veins. Was it normal to feel so excitable and giddy over a person you met on a whim? Not that she would consider RED a whim. On the contrary, there was a sparkling hope that their friendship would remain for the long-term, with a small hope that it would turn into something more than the label she had placed on it.

If you don’t get your hopes up, you won’t be disappointed. But what is life without the rollercoaster of emotions? That depth seeping into your heart, drawing out those innermost desires, presenting the truest form of oneself. It only forces a person, mortal or not, to take a look in the mirror and decide if the actions they have taken are truly worthwhile.

That cute smile was back, an expression of enlightenment slowly making its way onto her face. Chocolate chip cookie dough. It would be noted diligently, no intent to forget such a crucial detail in the long run. What if the opportunity to give the wonderful woman a mixture of her most favourite things came up? The Halovian would need to make sure that everything was documented in her diary, neatly written and formatted properly, just as an insurance policy!

“My favourite flavour has to be strawberry — wait, no — vanilla.” Deciding between the two flavours had been a difficulty, and although they were simple in the way they tasted, she wasn’t one to dismiss or undermine the simpler things in life. After all, she had been fortunate enough not to have lost her life when she got shot, there would be no expense wasted this time around. It wouldn’t take her very long to want to drag RED to a private room, just to taste how refined she is, an adventure just between the two of them, with mountains worth of discoveries to be found and brought to life by gentle hands.

The surprise she felt when the other’s grip tightened was shown in her face. Such an expression of honesty, vulnerability… it was ethereal to witness. Particularly when her face reddens, a shyness to that gaze only encouraged Robin to become more bold with her showcase of appreciation. There would be no missed beat at the attempt of an intertwine of fingers, and she would be all too prepared to clasp her fingers in tightly, her hand squeezing softly for a brief moment, an attempt to exercise promising reassurance through physical touch.

“Your hands feel so warm.”

A caressing whisper, released from her mouth before she can help herself. If the singer were to ask the aeons, would time stop so she could savour this moment just a moment longer? To allow her this moment to make those searing feelings be known?

“Red…”

Thump after thump, her heart’s tempo seemed to increase, the back of her throat drying up as the words barely begin to formulate in her mind, that message on the verge of being translated, put out there in the open, when —

It was their time to get their drinks from the vendor. Countless more opportunities could arise, but what if they didn’t? A thudding anxiety seemed to swim through her body, somehow encouraging her heart to beat against her chest much harder than before. “C—can I get… ah, a Classic SoulGlad and a Pika White?” She couldn’t even bring herself to look at her companion just yet, her eyes fixating on fishing through her purse for the right amount to pay.

As a means of distraction, to cut the throat of the overbearing emotions that seemed to have clogged in her system, she passes RED’s drink over to her once they had been acquired, taking a small stroll over to a quieter corner of the Golden Hour as a means to enjoy this taste-test, a masquerade seemingly enough to keep her from faltering so easily. “Once you’ve tried some of the SoulGlad, why don’t you try some of mine? That way, you can see which you prefer.” A sweet, truly relaxed smile had been reserved for the beauty before her!

“Over forty candidates?” A small giggle leaves her, despite the way it was laced with an assorted range of feelings, it seemed to ease her heart. Before she has that chance to respond verbally, her mind is struck, forcing a momentary brain-freeze to overtake.

“Am I one of your candidates? Say… what do you do with your wifeys?”

Red was riding an unusually lengthy high. Not only did the details of the date seem to be materializing through conversation, but Robin seemed intent on pampering her with attention when others were mostly content to just have her along for their own ride. It wasn't something that the maker minded, but how she was regarded at present felt like a warm and gentle metaphorical embrance. And for as long as the mental image lasted, thinking about the end of that warmth was almost terrifying.

"I'm not picky with flavours, but the sweeter the better! Ahh, but chocolate chip cookie dough is hard to beat! And what do you like, Robin!?"

For in her enthusiasm, the need to know more about the songstress rose, and she was having trouble containing her imagination to more realistically, rather than hopelessly romantic, scenarios that might ensue. After all, so far, things have been going splendidly. Unbeknownst to herself, Red had already nurtured so much more hope. And feeding that hope was Robin's compliment, which, however glaring, delighted Red to the point that she couldn't respond directly, instead giggling to herself and ineffectively trying to hide the reddening of her cheeks with one hand.

The other hand, however, still had hung next to Robin. She had previously kept it close in the hopes that it would be taken as they approached a greater concentration of people. Tortuous seconds passed without contact, until Robin seized it, even acknowledging it verbally.

"OK~!"

Hold tight, she said.

Under the pretense of settling her hand comfortably on Robin's own light grip, Red indulged herself. Her hand gently slid along the palm, thumb caressing the back, seemingly searching for a good place to stop at — only for her hand to twist and fingers to spread, only enough for Red to try interlocking hers with Robin's. What was supposed to be an innocuous act had such an intimate connotation in Red's own mind, and she wouldn't have acted upon if it the brief seconds of waiting didn't make her yearn for the touch.

It definitely didn't help with her reddening face, but she at least had a path forward through the conversation.

"I know over forty candidates, and they're all lovely in their own right! I even travelled with plenty of them in the past! But y'know," she'd add, with a playful smile, "you're the first out of all of them to help organize a date so early on! You're already one incredible wifey~!"

Speaking as such seemed like a comfort zone for her. She seamlessly transitioned into an audible hum as she considered the names of the drinks.

"Hmmm. Pika White sounds like a name that'd have a catch behind it, I dunno why. Let me try the SoulGlad, thank you very much! And if you're paying for this treat, then next one's on me, OK!?"

[iceiclehorned]

Seeing RED's apparent interest in a date made all the swirling thoughts that had clouded her initial judgements come to a pause, a fluttering in her heart which seemed to relentlessly spread a sense of warmth and reassurance, bringing home that point that there was nothing to be so stressed about. Being an individual so unused to that affectionate proposition, whether it be from her or another, she opted to pull the romanticised connotation to the back of her mind. Sweating the small stuff was said to pointless in the long run, but those who speak so confidently have the skill to undermine such a minor stepping stone, don't they? What does one do when they are new to this with not a single clue on how to navigate their way around such a show-stopping beauty?

Aeons, she really was in trouble!

"I'm happy to hear it," a slight jolt could be heard in her voice, as if how relieved and positively delighted she felt truly needed to shine through in that moment. Contrary to the bustling excitement that seemed to bubble from within, eager to take the otherworldly woman on that date in the instance she showed the slightest enthusiasm, the acknowledgement that everything that resided within this planet was a mere dream, a falsehood that had been glamorized by the many that found a solace here. It was not something Robin wanted their date to be subjected to. Rather, opting to soak in the reality of that newly discovered relationship, a bond that was seemingly blooming nicely under Harmony's gaze. "Do you have any preferences regarding flavour?" Even for a few more moments, she wanted to stay within the wishful conversation they were having.

In the midst of the words exchanged, those bejewelled eyes kept a firm, yet momentary focus on the small crowd surrounding the stand. With a slight estimation, she guessed that they would reach it before the queue became too big. Hearing the other pipe up about the history of 'Emporer' made her head turn, taking this time to truly fixate on the words sincerely. It had been a long time since a person had made the singer's heart race in such an unexpected way, and the delicate intimacy of the moment, no matter how 'chaotic' or 'disorganised' it may appear to be, it was, in fact, the most harmonious experience in her given lifetime.

"He is certainly the cutest dragon I have ever seen. Very fitting, considering you are the owner." A gentle nod of acknowledgement to draw that point forward, before not so subtly taking RED's hand into her own, her grasp only light, a means to keep the other by her side without the threat of losing her in the crowd.

...Since when did she accept lying to herself like this? Surely, it was a valid excuse, right?

"Hold tight, since it gets quite busy out here." The streets of the Golden Hour, a place where there were no accepted negative binds, no reason for a depressive state to plague the euphoria that had roped in many victims, was so full, remaining the same as always. Robin was not one to dismiss the happiness of others, especially with all the work that had been put into the world before her, but that surreal existence would never be enough fulfilment for her, and her heart wanted to argue that point for all. Drowning those feelings, her eyes fell on the sweetheart next to her, all those worries dissipating with ease.

Having that assurance that she was unmarried left her joyous for completely selfish reasons, ones that involved her intrigue in the other, an interest that left her greedy for more, formed in the shape of dancing butterflies, teasing her skin by spreading that unfamiliar tingle. It was new, but not unwelcomed as she allowed the carefree words to sink in. "How many candidates have you come across so far on your journey?" A playful question with a brow raised as the two finally reach the stall, with only a few people in front of them. It granted at least another moment's worth of memories shared between the two.

"Would you like to try the Pika White Grape Soda or the Classic SoulGlad? The latter is actually quite popular with the people who come here, even developing the name "beverage of dreams". It's on me, so even if you wanted to try both, you may."

What Robin mentioned made a feeling resurface, and Red wrestled again with the way her senses had overloaded. Sure, Robin was the main cause of it, and even passively following her elegant gait and the moments of overt happiness like the giggles was keeping her heart pleasantly full. But there was definitely an ethereal flow to everything, which made the word "Dreamscape" stand out, despite how casual Robin made it sound.

The maker feared, however briefly, that this was all a dream to be forgotten. But once Robin mentioned a date, she perked up immediately, eyes sparkling with life and a fist pumping upwards with newfound energy.

"Huzzah! A date sounds delightful! And getting ice-cream is SUCH a classic! I'm glad to see they still are all the way over here~!"

The energy carried over to the next inquiry, which she responded to by turning at an angle as they walked to prop the golden dragon's head forward, potentially giving Robin a better look. It also had the effect that she was going to be looking straight at Robin when holding that angle, which she was growing increasingly blatant about as the butterflies in her stomach were settling.

"You're one of the first people to ask! I call him Emperor- isn't he cute?! But don't worry, he's not a threat, or an actual dragon. He's more of a relic from the city I was born in. And in a pinch, he doubles as a flamethrower! But that's only for the baddest of bad guys!"

Red adjusted herself to walk evenly again, realizing that she hadn't explained why she had it in the first place. In the grand tradition of her not thinking things through, she also wondered if there was even a reason to begin with. Perhaps there was the analogy that dragons were oftentimes described as hoarders — and Red definitely was one to hoard significant others. Something that, given Robin's congratulations, she hurried to explain.

"Ah, wait, you see... That's the end goal, for sure! It's why I became an adventurer and traveled so much in the first place! I want to find some amazing, absolutely lovely wifeys out there! And I found a lot of candidates! But there was no official marriage yet... which is OK! Doing what I do, I'd give as much time as a wifey needs to think about it or prepare for it, and I also gotta get enough Credits for the expenses too!"

She was very proud for someone who so openly wanted a harem. It made it so she didn't slow down one bit as they walked, only pausing her rambling briefly to choose one of two paths forward. As a connosieur of toys, the pinball sounded interesting, but whoever made the marketting for SoulGlad ™ still proved to be a genius, as the name alone made Red interested.

"Yes, let's go to the trolley first! Everything here is so pretty, it makes me want to know what they sell around in the first place!"

[iceiclehorned]

As a galaxy renowned singer, as well as a member of The Family, Robin came across countless people on a day to day basis, particularly on days like these where she roamed the streets of the Dreamscape, seeking to ensure that all were safe, enjoying their time in a place that is deemed secure, even if it was a fictitious place. Oftentimes, she was left to ponder whether it was the correct thing to do, to leave this place open to all without establishing a boundary, even with countless people who were sick relying on this "miracle" to keep them feeling alive, Sunday always seemed to find a way to undermine or brush off her feelings on the matter. Defying her brother was the last thing she ever wished to do, so she kept up with her responsibilities as his sister.

The realisation that she had become fondly attached to RED so soon had crossed her mind as her eyelids fluttered closed, taking in the sweet scent that seemed to radiate from the bountiful soul beside her, before allowing her eyes to watch carefully, this time. There was a silent acknowledgement that getting attached to an adventurous spirit may not be the smartest idea, given just how driven the Halovian can become, but there was also that argument that she travelled quite a lot, too. Perhaps she could bring her companion along to see a few planets if the chance presented itself.

Wait -- was she really thinking that far ahead into the future already? Penacony always did have the ability to entice people to share their dreams, even if they are staring back up at them from deep inside their hearts.

A giggle passes through her lips, a hand covering her mouth as her heart soars. It truly would be difficult not to want to spend time with her companion outside of the Dreamscape. Although there were very few differences between this dream and reality, Robin would consider it a dream come true to take her out, exploring a variety of fine places for the two to experience, one to one. "Then... how about we get some ice cream outside of the Dreamscape? Call it a... ah, a date?" A sheepish expression rolled over her features. Was it normal to feel so awkward about suggesting something like that? Under normal circumstances, it would roll off the tongue with ease. With RED, it appeared a cat had caught her tongue.

With this new found closeness, her eyes slowly traced over details of the other's attire she had not noticed before. With the golden dragon resting on her body, the corset that hugged her waist had only just made itself known, with a new light of focus being pinned on just how neatly her hair was tied with a ribbon, allowing that bun to drop on the side. It was not a style she had been familiar with, but there would be no cause to dismiss a beauty woven in the unique charmer before her. Her attire would enable her that room to travel as far and wide as she pleased with the shorts that barely hid beneath the skirt akin to a flower's petals. "I've been meaning to ask... is that dragon real?" Robin had yet to see it move, and there was part of her wondering if she had asked a silly question, though anything is deemed possible in unending galaxies!

"Wifey candidates?" Parroting the words that had filled her mind the moment they had been said. Her head swung to the side, looking almost in disbelief. "You're married!?" Her heart almost stills instantly upon hearing it. "Congratulations!" It comes out quick, serving as a distraction from the information.

Yet, the munchkin's following words had her heart racing, a slight blush forming over those cheeks once again. "There are many more Halovians residing on Penacony. Perhaps you will get to see a few of them around." Regardless of how hard she attempted to keep herself composed, the sweet compliment had rattled her to her core, stirring a new feeling from within. That burn coming from her stomach, a gentle tingle ringing through her body in a melodic way.

The focus of conversation suddenly shifts as those verbal thoughts let themselves be known. “The Pinball Machine? People use those to get to different parts of the Dreamscape. We can use one if you’re interested. How about we go to the SoulGlad Trolley over there first?”

After all, she was still determined to give RED the best experience possible, no matter what stood in her way!

Even when repositioning into a more comfortable position, the thrill of the interaction threatened a takeover of her body. Robin felt so open to her remarks and was so prompt in her reciprocation that the willingness to move along was fading, and the want- nay, need to act upon this endearment was swelling.

And yet it didn't come out blatantly, like it did towards so many other girls. Red never had an ounce of bashfulness in her, but the compulsion to think and not inadvertly irk the singer was unusually strong for someone who she had just encountered.

"It'd be fun to exchange stories, yeah! I've never been in this corner of the world before, so I bet we know all sorts of different places! It'll be like comparing playthroughs in those big sandbox games! Who knows how many things can happen differently to each person!"

Her mouth moved, but her mind stalled, still stuck on Robin herself. Being so close and now able to pay attention to the details, she took greater notice of the miniature angelic wings on Robin's features, and her voice, already delightful at first hearing, made her feel something more. A jolt of electricity, traveling along the back of her neck, leaving behind a pleasant tingle and a weird awareness of her whole body.

Had it been only her voice, or the fact that she received a wholehearted compliment? Red wasn't sure, but she felt compelled to answer nonetheless.

"Ah- I'm super glad you think so! It's a pain in the butt, looking my best every day to any possible wifey candidates out there! But I must! It's the sworn duty of RED! 'Sides, when it does work, it's super duper worth it!"

"... But still," she added, just as enthusiastically as she had spoken the rest, "I'd reject the argument! Gone! POW! You're the cutest! I might not have been here long, but you stand out like an angel among womankind! I bet you're also in the habit of making yourself look your best, no? Maybe that's another thing we have in common!"

Nonetheless, she would definitely start walking along towards the busier streets of the Golden Hour, following Robin's pace. However slow she made it, Red wouldn't mind. She was enjoying the company beyond words, and the mere act of walking got her body back into order.

She even tried to focus on whatever she saw that was mildly interesting in the surroundings- such as the big pinball cannons adorning the main streets, and pointing shortcuts towards other streets altogether.

"Ooh, whazzat? Do people go into those...?" She'd wonder out loud.

But it did little to make her focus less on Robin. After seeing the number of people in the streets increase, Red deliberately inched one of her hands closer to Robin's own.

Just so they didn't wander away from each other, she thought.

It shouldn't have anything to do with the part of her brain that had drowned her senses with what Robin had offered, and now wanted another hit.

It shouldn't.

[iceiclehorned]

An unexpected, slowly woven Harmony had gradually, yet gracefully, tied their bonds together, elevating a delicate relationship between the two, known to all but the two women, standing face to face, seemingly enthralled by one another’s presence in this Dreamscape. It was a rarity for the cosmic singer to come across somebody so alluring, with a sparkle in her eye that cannot be tamed or ignored by anybody passing by. There was an innocence, a purity that seemed to drive in the point further that she was just the sweetest bundle of joy Robin had ever come across. Perhaps, in a strange sense, it was selfish for her to think that way. It was against her better nature to judge, or determine a likeness… based on that attraction that stirred from within.

There was such a gorgeous smile on her face, that it made her wonder if she had won something that could not be so easily attained through means of financial gain. Although she had never been a believer or supporter that money could buy happiness, rather, a sense of community and that feeling of love and belonging holding a much greater value, but this feeling? It was unlike anything she had explored previously, but definitely not something she wanted to dwell on right now, especially with RED looking up at her with an infectious look in her eye.

“An experienced traveler, how wonderful! Perhaps you could tell me a few stories,” the suggestion comes light, afraid to overstep any bounds that may have been placed unbeknownst to her. The idea of making somebody so sweet and endearing feel uncomfortable made her heart twinge in her chest. “I don’t think I could ever forget you, RED.”

Once the energetic joy stood by her side, she had taken it upon herself to start walking, in a paced fashion, almost in an attempt to avoid wandering into the flooded streets of the Golden Hour. Wanting to spend a few more moments with just the two of them like this, basking in the warmth of Red’s presence. How unfair was it that she couldn’t spend much more personal time while they had the chance?

That easygoing compliment had resulted in a light blush dusting over the Halovian’s cheeks. There had been something so divinely wonderful about this encounter, not something she desired to undress so quickly. “I believe it could be argued that you’re the cutest person around.” Even in her voice, there was that flustered ring, with her attempting to subtly catch RED’s appearance in the corner of her eye. Being so blatant in this manner with her words was something new, unexplored in her time existing, and the adorable munchkin by her side had enticed it!

Before long, the two had left the privacy of the empty streets, an opening that revealed the lively atmosphere merely feet away. There was a strange feeling within Robin’s heart, a twist of excitement among the slight disappointment she wouldn’t be able to keep her new companion to herself just a tad bit longer. That blossoming sense of eagerness being born from the idea of seeing her friend happily basking in the joys of Penacony and what it has to offer. The conflicting seemed to dissipate as she walked toward the livelihood, choosing where their first adventure will begin.

There had been something Red felt that was unusual, precisely between the inspecting gaze of this most elegant woman in front of her, and what she would go on to say. Putting it in words would be difficult for Red, but in her best estimation, it was like she was being observed from more than one angle, by pairs of eyes invisible to her but that she could feel were soft and fair in their judgement, and causing no unpleasant sensation save for an increase in the maker's self-consciousness.

Despite this, Red was hardly ever willing to look away from Robin herself, and when gaze was sustained as she approached, she felt certain that, in some level, however small it might be, the feeling was mutual. The realization timed well with Robin's own giggle, and so Red found herself with an effortless smile plastered on her face, heart aflutter and ready to babble her way into relating to Robin's own statements, however divorced her own reality might have been from them.

"Absoluuutely! There's so many wonderful worlds out there- and what makes them super EXTRA special is the people you get to meet! I'm a traveler too, and I make sure I remember the names of all the people I meet- and I'm definitely commiting yours to memory right away, Robin! Thank you so much for this offer~!"

She spun on her heel, sliding her way to get shoulder-to-shoulder with Robin, in preparation to walk together. The slide was smooth, but the noise left it clear her shoes must actually have been skate shoes all along, adding another layer of confusion to her set of fashion choices.

"Ooh, this is so exciting! Walking around somewhere new is an adventure and all, but receiving a tour from the absolute cutest person around!? I really must be dreaming!"

Yes, she did end up just blurting that. An ironic choice of a last sentence, too, spoken with playful conviction.

But after that, it was clear that Red was ready to follow along wherever Robin might choose to go at first- and she'll bulldoze through chasing billboards and rolling cars to keep up if necessary.

[iceiclehorned]

With the closed distance between the two, it was duly noted that the red haired woman was quite short in comparison to herself. Her gaze fixated on any details that she could use to identify that sparkling bundle of joy in front of her. Even while being in her company very briefly, there was a sense of an unbinding nature. A purity within her heart that seemed to resonate deeply with her own. An infectious personality, paired with such a cute face? The singer would be in deep trouble while taking care of the newcomer to Penacony and its customs.

The appearance of the shorter woman certainly had not fit into any of the current styles — hell, or even previous styles — of any planets she has visited in the past for shows or events. Yet, there were no inclinations that the lost individual wasn’t from somewhere across the galaxy. After all, there are vast planets, distant or otherwise, and Robin didn’t feel right making an assumption of that degree without any evidence to begin with.

From the way her cheeks darkened, there was an endearment that would not go unnoticed or untamed, a sweet smile working its way on her mouth as she peered downward. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d claim you’re quite charming. Perhaps I am quite lucky I have you by my side like this.” A small, lighthearted giggle leaves her lips, her body, as well as her mind, feeling relaxed. An affectionate appreciation loomed in her gaze, unmoving from the sweet face before her, unmoving when the gap between them is almost completely closed. A scent that was unfamiliar, but absolutely delicious filled her senses — was that her?

“RED… what a wonderful name.” It certainly would never be one that could easily be forgotten, that was for sure. That optimistic outlook was certainly making the interaction all the more enjoyable. “I would be more than happy to give you a tour around Penacony. I’m actually from here, but I travel a lot because of my performances. There truly are some magnificent worlds out there.” A reminiscence in that voice, her mind playing back memories of old, all the while catching herself before she wanders too far back.

“How about we explore the Golden Hour first? I can then show you more of what the Dreamscape has to offer you.”

The vibrancy of Penacony surely could never be matched.

Countless souls walked about the lively city, exploring the Golden Hour with big smiles, hearts pounding with anticipation with each announcement that was ever called upon the masses of televisions scattered. Seeing so many carefree, happy people in one place was something that Robin revelled in, a sight that truly could not be replicated by many means. Even so, her heart knew that there were things about the Dreamscape that daunted her, doubting the true nature of the Golden Dream that many sold their lives to experience.

As the cosmically known singer wandered through the many side-streets, she spotted a beautiful woman in red, seemingly confused as to where she was. With a relaxed smile, her legs carried her over to the mysterious figure, a carefree nature that seemed to be unending, colourful.

“Excuse me, are you lost? My name is Robin. If you need to learn your way around, I’m more than happy to help.”

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