#they legit give me so many heart palpatations I'm so

[witchcraftandburialdirt]

"I just think obsession amd devotion are the same thing, onees just prettier and more societally acceptable. You know evangelicals are obsessed with their religion and Good's teachings, but they're called devoted for it and yet if anyone knew I knew everything about you I'd be called obsessed, why is that?" - Danny @ Robibi

═══ 𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ═══ MODERN VERSE

There was a strange comfort within all of his words - words that people other than him, as he said, would never really understand; to know everything about a person. Sometimes Robin truly felt as though Danny knew him better than he knew himself, all of those ugly parts that he thought he'd buried...casket and all, six feet below. No no.... it was the night of the living dead, and the killer next to him knew every single corpse laid below; all of those instances of himself that he wanted hidden away. And there was his fiance, standing over his self-dug grave with a shovel, eager and prepared to dig up and love whatever bones and decayed flesh he could find - as long as it was Robin's. Maybe it was fucked up and backwards but the way his hands fit so perfectly into Danny's reminded him of how little he actually cared what was deemed normal by society; why shouldn't it be normal to know and love every waking detail of your other half? Otherwise how would you know when two people were simply meant to be together?

The early autumn sun was quietly dipping past the distant mountains while the sky above them cascaded into a blanket of inky blackness - a few distant stars speckling throughout, as if drawn forward by the last bird calls of the day. A serenade to bring in their young and loved ones, a song to perfectly describe the soft, comfortable warmth he felt while being held in Danny's arms - a quilt blanket laid over the both of them which practically screamed "Home" to Robin. The question rung in his ears and the assistant felt the blue crescents of Danny's half lidded gaze upon him, he'd never thought a stare would be enough to carve peace into his person, and yet how wrong he was. Pale fingers curled around his fiance's palm as he finally gathered the courage to match his stare and breathe in his air, their noses poking to nuzzle at the proximity. He could see every single fold on his face, and the light scars decorating his otherwise perfectly porcelain skin - and those pretty lips.

Before the laughter came, its anticipation flipped his expression from one of silent adoration into a ferver of effervescent clarity and realization. Dry, yet plush peachy hills eroded into wet-licked lips of imminent joy; it was nearly impossible to hold back this sort of genuine emotion with Danny so close. Yes... He knew every part of him, and there was no trace of doubt within Robin's mind that Danny was irrevocably in love with him like he had said: an unconditional devotion that would follow them both until their bones broke down into dust together. Shit; he'd been asked a question and here he was day dreaming and zoning out counting each one of Danny's sweeping, dark lashes, he supposed he'd better answer. Sometimes it was almost embarrassing how wildly attracted he was to Danny, how easy it was for him to snatch his breath away and wrangle him into a mess.

"I don't really care about the opinion of other people - most people are unreliable at best and just plain stupid at worst. But you..." His wintry lashes fell halfway as he shifted evermore comfortably in Danny's arms, "I want to be around you at all times. I love the conversations that we have, I love how smart and determined you are, I like looking at you because I think you're beautiful. I love the photos you take, I love the way we know eachother - and I love knowing I'll be with Danny Johnson for the rest of my life. I don't care what other people think."

Ah...he felt as though he could just sink entirely into Danny, within the warm confines of the blankets it felt as though he were spinning into dreamland. Robin's brows fell low with his lashes, his gaze turning into a green sliver while their legs and fingers interlocked,

"The fact that you know me entirely...without doubt without worry... Why would I ever be scared of that? I think that people are just... We keep secrets because we're afraid that the other people in our lives will hate us over them - and most people would. I just don't think that other people would be willing to be completely bare to someone else if there was the chance of them running." His voice fell into nearly a whisper and he finally let his eyes shut as the last rays of sunlight slipped below the horizon to paint the lower sky into a beautiful array of oranges and pinks, "We never have to worry about that... And even if you were to be deemed as obsessed with me... It isn't as though I'm any different in feeling about you - you're mine, and I'm yours. I wouldn't let anyone take that away from me, you're the only person I can trust in this world, Danny... You're the only one I want."