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[witchcraftandburialdirt]

“Stop? Why? Don’t you want them to pay for what they did to you?”

VIOLENTLY PROTECTIVE SENTENCE STARTERS ═══ CANON VERSE ═══

Robin's smaller hand slid along the crux of Jhin's wrist as he sat beside him, easing into their usual comfortable position atop the cushioned chaise lounge within the garden. How long had Jhin been awake for..? Robin hadn't even felt him leave their silk-sheet covered bed. Despite this curiosity, his sparkling green eyes traveled over Jhin's sketches, noticing elaborate, delicious plans for a performance, one that almost made the healer's stomach twist. However it was...not for the reason one might initially think. His fingertips caressed their way upwards, each touch like a petal brushing against his skin, and he finally cooed up towards the artist,

"Because they don't deserve to be made into your art, your art is so beautiful...boorish individuals don't deserve to be crafted so carefully by your hand, that is a waste of your talent and time."

He whispered in the ear of the devil with that low siren voice, his tone sweet and honeyed with promises of Jhin's worth, of his art's worth and of...worse things to come. Whether or not Robin knew what he was encouraging did not matter, not when his words denoted his approval of such things; of an ugly, pointless death. Only people truly worthy of Khada's time were deserving of the spectacle caused by the assassin's elaborate, methodical planning. These people....they deserved no such kindness as a breathtaking death....they deserved something abominable, something quick and harsh to match the way they decided to live, brutal and hateful.

A simple knife to their necks would do--but those words were never spoken aloud.

His bewitching gaze lowered once more, highlighted by his lashes as pliant fingers languidly removed the pencil from Jhin's hand, his movements full of reverance as he brought the artist's silver knuckle upwards to be kissed by soft lips. They flutter against his skin twice, eager to remark their adoration while he lifts his stare once more to meet such gorgeous heterochromic eyes; his lips part, longing for something to press on, perhaps even to kiss him fully, but he held restrain. Robin smiled with ease as their fingers interlocked, cementing the intimate proximity between them both as the birds around them sung their aubade within the white light of dawn.

One might be foolish enough to presume that this was all some vile manipulation that the artist had carefully concocted within the healer's mind, that this level of cruel intention was only born out of the most monstrous of people. No... There was no rescue needed from the black pit, not when it had been dug long ago by his own hands--only now having an outlet that lacked judgment or argues of morality. No, Jhin simply listened and accepted that darkness, how could Robin not share those wicked thoughts when they were treated with such veneration? He truly does wonder how long ago he finally surrendered into this feeling, or if it had been meant to be so his entire life; warmth through acceptance. Open arms to the blackest parts of his soul...the imperfect stains along his being. A ready ear that would not mock or think less of him. But--he would not plant too many seeds, that would overcrowd Jhin's mind with ideas...best to lay the foundation. And so, he moved away.

"I'll make us a pot of tea, we can discuss some further ideas..." Oh what sweet seduction laced his words as the morning light danced along the wintry wisps of hair adorning his head; now grown out in their security. Finally, the very tips of his fingers abandoned Jhin's, leaving behind a tension within their wake, one that could only be cured when he was to return into those unholy, hellbound hands. His snowbird spared him one last lingering glance, the ends of his lips curling affectionately before he slipped inside their home, preparing the tea as he promised.

[arlocedwards]

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