[drabble thing] Love Can Be So Boring
MIDTERM TOMORROW? WHAT MIDTERM TOMORROW?
Title: -----
Rating: PG
Characters: Robin, Cal, and Ishiah (for about two seconds)
Warnings: Future!fic: about 50 years, give or take, off-screen death, no spoilers, established R/I.
“You and Ish are splitting?” Cal sputtered incredulously.
“Cal-“
“Okay, what going on? Did you two have another fight? No make-up sex this time?”
Robin sighed, waiting for Cal’s breath to run out. It wasn’t everyday that someone beat him in a word count race.
“It’s more for my benefit, not his. Ishiah understands.”
“Well, I don’t,” Cal sat back on his chair, his jaw clamped shut and his grey eyes flashing angrily, waiting for Robin to cough up an explanation.
And Robin thought, of course he wouldn’t understand-not with Niko three years dead at the age of seventy-eight, and Caliban still looking as if he were no older than thirty. Why leave a loved one who was still alive? Why throw away the days you can spend together? Robin glanced at Cal, seeing these hurt questions in his expression, and the puck blew out a sigh. What could he say? That absence made the heart grow fonder? Well, that was a lie full of skata. Cal’s heart had been breaking a little bit more each day ever since Niko passed away. Soon there wasn’t going to be anything left, no matter how hard Robin- or Promise, or George, or Catcher, and countless other people that had appeared into his life-tried to fill in that bleeding gap.
“I’ll grow tired of him,” Robin finally said, picking up his glass of wine, “That’s just how I am. Since I don’t want that to happen, its better that I leave for a while. I thinking maybe for a decade or two.”
Cal shook his head in disgust, but Robin saw a shade of acceptance softening his features. The kid might not like it, but he knew it was Robin’s decision to make in the end.
“Where you headed?” Cal asked after a moment’s consideration.
“I think I’ll start somewhere in Spain, then work my way across,” Robin said with a shrug, “You’re welcomed to tag along.”
“Whoring and conning all over Europe with you? Gee, what an honor,” Cal drawled. There was a wry twist on his lips, but Robin could see he was pleased by the offer. Maybe it would do Cal some good to get out of New York and let his mind and body wander elsewhere. “I’ll think about it.”
Ishiah came by them, idly refilling Robin’s glass and leaning over the counter to nip lightly at Robin’s bottom lip. It had taken them years not to spontaneously burst into a fight each time they saw each other, and another handful to act like a rational, non-violent couple. Most of the time they got it right.
“I’d hate to imagine what kind of mass destruction you two would cause, traveling together,” Ishiah deadpanned before he left to take care of another customer.
Robin grinned and turned to Cal, “That sounded like a challenge. What say you?”
To his pleasant surprise, Cal smirked back, looking a bit like his former bratty and cynical self.
“What the hell. I say let’s go.”
Title: -----
Rating: PG
Characters: Robin, Cal, and Ishiah (for about two seconds)
Warnings: Future!fic: about 50 years, give or take, off-screen death, no spoilers, established R/I.
“You and Ish are splitting?” Cal sputtered incredulously.
“Cal-“
“Okay, what going on? Did you two have another fight? No make-up sex this time?”
Robin sighed, waiting for Cal’s breath to run out. It wasn’t everyday that someone beat him in a word count race.
“It’s more for my benefit, not his. Ishiah understands.”
“Well, I don’t,” Cal sat back on his chair, his jaw clamped shut and his grey eyes flashing angrily, waiting for Robin to cough up an explanation.
And Robin thought, of course he wouldn’t understand-not with Niko three years dead at the age of seventy-eight, and Caliban still looking as if he were no older than thirty. Why leave a loved one who was still alive? Why throw away the days you can spend together? Robin glanced at Cal, seeing these hurt questions in his expression, and the puck blew out a sigh. What could he say? That absence made the heart grow fonder? Well, that was a lie full of skata. Cal’s heart had been breaking a little bit more each day ever since Niko passed away. Soon there wasn’t going to be anything left, no matter how hard Robin- or Promise, or George, or Catcher, and countless other people that had appeared into his life-tried to fill in that bleeding gap.
“I’ll grow tired of him,” Robin finally said, picking up his glass of wine, “That’s just how I am. Since I don’t want that to happen, its better that I leave for a while. I thinking maybe for a decade or two.”
Cal shook his head in disgust, but Robin saw a shade of acceptance softening his features. The kid might not like it, but he knew it was Robin’s decision to make in the end.
“Where you headed?” Cal asked after a moment’s consideration.
“I think I’ll start somewhere in Spain, then work my way across,” Robin said with a shrug, “You’re welcomed to tag along.”
“Whoring and conning all over Europe with you? Gee, what an honor,” Cal drawled. There was a wry twist on his lips, but Robin could see he was pleased by the offer. Maybe it would do Cal some good to get out of New York and let his mind and body wander elsewhere. “I’ll think about it.”
Ishiah came by them, idly refilling Robin’s glass and leaning over the counter to nip lightly at Robin’s bottom lip. It had taken them years not to spontaneously burst into a fight each time they saw each other, and another handful to act like a rational, non-violent couple. Most of the time they got it right.
“I’d hate to imagine what kind of mass destruction you two would cause, traveling together,” Ishiah deadpanned before he left to take care of another customer.
Robin grinned and turned to Cal, “That sounded like a challenge. What say you?”
To his pleasant surprise, Cal smirked back, looking a bit like his former bratty and cynical self.
“What the hell. I say let’s go.”