not the pale moon that excites me :x

[despite_myrage]

Robin is on a two hour dinner cruise with Rachel Dawes. The ships launch directly off of the Navy Pier. He can count the number of times that he's been to the pier and seen the water filled with boats, but he's never actually considered walking on to one of the cruise ships as an actual passenger

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[wearsnomask]

Is this really only their second official date after a year? THIS IS SAD, KIDS. Though not your fault what with plagues and tornadoes and emotional upheavals and stalkers on the loose. With break-ups in between.

Never mind.

It's two hours out of the day, and Rachel's time efficiency works in her favor. She finished everything she'd planned on doing, work-wise, right on time.

Food is never anywhere near Rachel's top priorities, which makes the narration weep. The buffet will have to wait, as she's far more interested in the panoramic view, and later, all the dancing.

The sun's just setting over Chicago. The skyline's tinged with soft oranges and yellows, and Rachel has always been a fan of sunrises. A sunset is beautiful in an entirely different way. She leans against the railing of the lower deck. The same city that is ridden with monsters and rifts and heaven knows what else, is the same one that looks beautiful in the right lighting."Is that so? It's only right that I be the one to change that, then. There's a first time for

[despite_myrage]

Anything can look beautiful in the right lighting, especially if looked at with a fresh perspective. It's nothing that Robin would have imagined before. An ugly thing is always ugly like him for instance, like angels of vengeance as a whole. He is beginning to see the potential and beauty in all things

[wearsnomask]

The day of the tornado seems so far away. Rachel's hand cradles the side of his face as he leans in, lips lingering against his. Yes, they're in public, but everyone is doing their own thing, so to speak. Most of the people on board are in the upper deck.

She can get away with it.

Rachel grins, leaning back against him, shoulders shaking with their mirth.

"That is generous of you. It's something that the public in general should be made aware of. Robin Rice, the cause of concussions via swooning throughout the eastern seaboard and beyond since 19--" she stops, scrunching her face up as if she's thinking of the year.

It does take a while to think that far back to his birth date, after all.

[despite_myrage]

Yes, they're in public, but they're also alone. It never ceases to surprise him, how easily the rest of the world fades to gray when he's with her. They may as well be the only people on this ship. In his mind, they are.

It's a wonder that he's not kissing her more, but he manages to restrain himself. Somehow. Robin does understand logically that they're in a ship with hundreds of other people who could stumble upon them at any moment, but it's much more difficult to remember that when she is all he sees.

Rachel receives an actual, official Robin Rice lineface when she scrunches up her face as if it's so difficult to think of the year.

"If we're being entirely honest, there should be a PSA about it," he says as primly as one can imagine a British man saying anything. "And it hasn't been that long. I'm old, but I'm not ancient."

There's a difference, Rachel Dawes.

It's simply that Robin decides the difference here, see?