Her mask is cracking. Not slipping. For the first time in her adult life robins mask is cracking, she's had slip up here and there but this, this was not comparable.
As he flipped through the sketchbook she can't help but feel... Strongly for each new drawing. The first woman, she... She felt an odd sense of kinship with her, she's undoubtedly beautiful but robin is more focused on her halo.. the next few where similar feelings, a strange kinship. The woman in the wheelchair caught her attention, she was holding a weapon... what kind of world does this man come from where even she would have to fight... then it's the foxian girl, she reminds her of some of the little ones she met on a trip to the yaoqing... So little... So precious.
The next drawing snapped her mind free and commanded all attention. It was her
"She looks so... Happy...."
She trails off, her thoughts overwhelming her that dress... It's beautiful... She has all of her limbs untouched... I haven't been like that since I was 19...she looks.... Majestic.. powerful in her own right... Angelic... This is what I could have been?... robin doesn't realize it but she is crying. For the first time in her adult life. Robin Oak is crying.
She wasn't ready for the next picture
Sunday is ethereal as ever but... This is truly not the Sunday she knew... he looks.. stronger.. more tired... More... Orderly...he looks so different and so... Perfect... This is what I fight for. I live and die in the shadows so that Sunday can take the stage... Right?..
"He... He's beautiful... He seems genuinely happy here...I... I am happy for that"
Her aggressive demeanor from earlier has completely faded. As for what replaced it... He can't quite tell..
"are you free in your world robin?"
Her world stopped
of.. of course I'm free?? I've always been free? .... Right?... I've always... Been... Free.. even if gopher wood ... Told me... To... I am free.... I am free..... I am... Free? Am I... Free? I am free... And with that freedom I chose to sacrifice my own... To preserve it for the many... for him for everything... If I must rend my own wings from my body... I will... For them.. for THEM until I am strong enough to guide them... I am free... Right?...
Robin's eyes have glazed over slightly as more tears wash down her face. She doesn't realize she's crying yet.. she doesn't even know why she's crying either, is it for what could have been? Or what has already come to pass?
She acts before she realizes it, she pulls fedi into a tight embrace and buries her face in his neck as her wings cover her eyes, robin oak, head of the Oak family, master of Penacony's dreamscape, one with power that could rival some aeons, is sobbing into him, in-between shaky breath she lets out little sounds similar too a birds tweets of despiration... The anguished cries for a duo separated by fate and destiny... Opposite sides of the same coin, they are one in the same, yet they can never face the same way...
The seed of doubt
As he flipped through the sketchbook she can't help but feel... Strongly for each new drawing. The first woman, she... She felt an odd sense of kinship with her, she's undoubtedly beautiful but robin is more focused on her halo.. the next few where similar feelings, a strange kinship. The woman in the wheelchair caught her attention, she was holding a weapon... what kind of world does this man come from where even she would have to fight... then it's the foxian girl, she reminds her of some of the little ones she met on a trip to the yaoqing... So little... So precious.
The next drawing snapped her mind free and commanded all attention. It was her
"She looks so... Happy...."
She trails off, her thoughts overwhelming her that dress... It's beautiful... She has all of her limbs untouched... I haven't been like that since I was 19...she looks.... Majestic.. powerful in her own right... Angelic... This is what I could have been?... robin doesn't realize it but she is crying. For the first time in her adult life. Robin Oak is crying.
She wasn't ready for the next picture
Sunday is ethereal as ever but... This is truly not the Sunday she knew... he looks.. stronger.. more tired... More... Orderly...he looks so different and so... Perfect... This is what I fight for. I live and die in the shadows so that Sunday can take the stage... Right?..
"He... He's beautiful... He seems genuinely happy here...I... I am happy for that"
Her aggressive demeanor from earlier has completely faded. As for what replaced it... He can't quite tell..
"are you free in your world robin?"
Her world stopped
of.. of course I'm free?? I've always been free? .... Right?... I've always... Been... Free.. even if gopher wood ... Told me... To...
I am free....
I am free.....
I am...
Free?
Am I...
Free?
I am free... And with that freedom I chose to sacrifice my own... To preserve it for the many... for him for everything... If I must rend my own wings from my body... I will... For them.. for THEM until I am strong enough to guide them... I am free... Right?...
Robin's eyes have glazed over slightly as more tears wash down her face. She doesn't realize she's crying yet.. she doesn't even know why she's crying either, is it for what could have been? Or what has already come to pass?
She acts before she realizes it, she pulls fedi into a tight embrace and buries her face in his neck as her wings cover her eyes, robin oak, head of the Oak family, master of Penacony's dreamscape, one with power that could rival some aeons, is sobbing into him, in-between shaky breath she lets out little sounds similar too a birds tweets of despiration... The anguished cries for a duo separated by fate and destiny... Opposite sides of the same coin, they are one in the same, yet they can never face the same way...