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Here's something no one in Paradisa would ever expect to see: Euri, grinning from ear to ear, on the verge of skipping down the sidewalk in City Royale. It's a bizarre sight, made even stranger by the fact that she seems to be bleeding a bit from the side of her head, and there's a nasty red mark on her arm that's threatening to turn into a bruise.

Yup, it's as if she doesn't even notice.

She pauses at a corner and looks around - checking to see if she can spot a specific person - and when she doesn't see him she continues on, not even the least bit annoyed. Very un-Euri-like, but in her mind she has every right to be utterly ecstatic.

Because today, on this perfectly average summer day, she managed to cast her first curse.

It's a big deal to Witches, and especially so to her, as virtually all of them are able to do as around thirteen. Five years late is a long time, but she isn't thinking about that right now. All that's on her mind is that she isn't a complete failure as a Witch, and therefore, still has a chance of fitting in.

It's the best feeling in the world, and it's one she wants to share with more than just Dog. Unfortunately, there are few people in Paradisa she can even discuss this with, and even fewer who would approve of curse casting. So she's hunting down probably the only person who would be okay with it, even if he's sometimes not the easiest person to find. She's starting to debate summoning Dog, so he can do his whole bloodhound tracker thing....

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So yeah. That happened.

The late morning had him up and about, getting coffee and other things started. Now he's sitting around on the one of two provided kitchen chairs, bare feet propped up against the edge of the seat, mostly just waiting for Euri to wake up--and not for the first time, he notes.

He's taken a couple of precautions to make sure she doesn't immediately run off, in case she panics or something... though he doesn't think she would. Run off, he means--the panicking might happen regardless. For now he's just watching her sleep, quietly memorizing the way her hair clings about her face, occasionally being distracted by a bird chirping outside.

Ah, right. He opened the window, too, but that's just a personal preference.

It isn't the smell of coffee or the noises outside that wakes Euri up, it's the lack of something to hug while she dozes. Most commonly this is Dog, or one of her dog stuffed animals. Occasionally it's been Robin.

She mumbles something incoherent and gropes around, but only finds an empty bed. This pulls her further out of half-conscious territory, enough to make her notice the throbbing aches and stings all over her body. With a groan she rolls onto her stomach and buries her face in the pillow, wanting to just go back to sleep until she's feeling better.

But her being the only one in the bed is sinking in, and after only a couple seconds her eyes are flying open and she's moving to sit up. Oh, god, Robin didn't just leave did he -

But she spots him almost immediately, and so with her fear abated she begins to relax - and quickly pulls the covers up over her chest, face reddening. "............ Morning."

As soon as she's properly awake, he smiles and looks fairly pleased that she's returned to the land of the living. "Svetcha." Which means, as she should strangely understand, 'good morning' back.

He stretches his legs out for a moment, pressing his toes to the floor before he properly stands and walks into the kitchen area. He comes back with two mugs, putting one on the bedside table and putting the other in her hand whether she wants to take it or not.

"Drink this." He says, then reaching for his own mug. They appear to be filled with coffee (with some cream too, because that's how he likes it and didn't know what kind Euri would prefer).

He sits down next to her, settling comfortably, and takes a sip of his own. "How are you feeling?"

Euri only spares a moment to look confused about his response, which she's pretty sure isn't a word at all even though it clearly has a meaning in her head. While he's in the kitchen she's taking the brief window of opportunity to see why she feels so ache-y. She moves the blanket a bit, getting a look at her body.

.... Dear god.

Her gaze snaps back up to Robin when he comes back, moving the blanket firmly around her chest again, but her expression is dumbfounded. It only worsens when she takes the coffee.

Well, it's not breakfast, but she's honestly not even sure Robin can cook, and she wasn't actually expecting anything. So coffee is nice. She starts blowing on it to cool it down.

".... Tired. And hungry. And, uh..." Euri hesitates, before adding in a sheepish tone. "Sore. Really sore."

Then she takes a sip of the coffee.

".... This tastes funny."

"Ah..." He's already taken plenty of time to look at the bruises on her neck, the bite mark creeping up on her shoulder. Instead, he glances up, as close to apologetic as he seems to get. "Sorry about that. I can fix that up, if you'd like. And make you something to eat, too." Though he's not... the best cook, he's pretty sure he could manage breakfast, or at least get her some.

He doesn't reply immediately to her concern, instead leaning over and planting a light kiss under her jaw. The light bruise there begins to disappear, in much the way that her marks did the night before.

He explains when he pulls away, though. "Yeah, there's... a morning-after medicine in it, from my world." He doesn't think he has to say much more than that, and subsequently takes another sip of his own, normal coffee.

".........."

Euri just stares at him. Mortified is putting it lightly.

"..... Oh."

She downs the coffee in three gulps, cringing and trying not to choke on the last one because it's still too hot and it feels like she burned her tongue.

There. Nothing to worry about, now. Hopefully. She doesn't actually know the success rate of this stuff, it's from Robin's world... and she doesn't know if there are any side effects, either.

Whoops.

"There's - there aren't any side effects, are there??"

He looks a little startled when she suddenly gulps down her coffee--though he's now justified in having believed that she might panic a little. Once he's sure she's not going to choke to death, though, he merely gives a dry look at his own mug of coffee and continues to sip from it gingerly.

"If there are any, it's from downing a cup of coffee in three gulps. You should be just fine otherwise." He reaches down to brush some of her hair off of her shoulder, the bruises there healing up even after he's moved his fingers away. Any excuse to touch her a little more is all right with him.

At least there isn't blood all over the bed. Then she'd really freak.

"... Oh. Good," she mumbles, embarrassed as she looks down at her empty cup. At least that's been taken care of, right? Although she can't stand how irresponsible she was, leaving Robin to deal with that.

"You don't have to make breakfast," she says, shivering at his touch before she moves to set her cup aside. Her stomach is growling, but she's ignoring it. Her eyes are on the fading marks on her shoulder. There are still a lot of those he's going to have to take care of. "I can get something back at the castle, so it isn't a big deal."

"I could at least get you something. You're obviously hungry." Leave it to Robin to be blunt about the situation. He runs his fingers through her hair a little before he sets down his own mug, though he's far from finished with it.

And then he leans in towards her, chuckling a little, "You're so embarrassed, it's cute..." He knows she'll probably hate him for teasing her like that. "You don't have to be, you know."

"I - I'm not...!" she says vehemently, the blush on her cheeks darkening. But she refuses to acknowledge it, instead pulling away from Robin with a huff. "I'm perfectly fine!"

And since he's being a jerk, she begins to look around the room for her clothes. Shirt... shorts... nothing within reach. This will be interesting, keeping herself covered up while still retrieving her clothing. "I should - um... go. I have a lot to today."

"All right," he says, but he doesn't get up. In fact, he picks up his mug of coffee again, seemingly completely casual about it. Nevermind the fact that he's sitting on the blankets (good luck there) and the part where she's never going to find all her clothes unless she really looks for them.

He gives her a couple of moments to consider this, let it sink in, before he continues. "Though I'd suggest you let me heal you up before you go anywhere. Seem fair?"

Boots... bra... stockings....

"...." Euri squints a little, then glances up at Robin. While she isn't thrilled at the thought of exposing herself to him, she doesn't want to be walking around looking like he mauled her (not only would that be embarrassing, but some people might get the wrong idea if they noticed).

"..... Okay," she mumbles finally, shifting and still gripping the bed covers. "But only because it'll be a lot faster than just bandages! That's all!"

He hums a little, with a slightly discouraging tone. He really does wish she wasn't so embarrassed by all of it, but he supposes that not everyone can be as numb to that sort of thing as he is. To him it's just... normal.

But he can't stay too unhappy for long, not with her clutching the covers like that, a blush still lingering in her cheeks. He leans forward to steal a quick little kiss from her (he feels entitled to it at this point, perhaps more than he should) and then presses his palm against the base of her neck.

"Here, I'll even be nice about it. It'll feel weird, but you won't have to move the blankets. All right?"

The kiss isn't too bad. It even reassures her a little bit, causing her to exhale slowly and nod. "Okay... thanks."

Euri doesn't move the sheets, but after a moment she shifts closer to him and leans against him. There. Aside from her issues with her nudity, this isn't too bad. He's comfortable and this gives her the chance to look at his chest (which is very very nice).

Much better. He instantly finds their closeness preferable. It's also a good thing that she's looking at his chest and not his face, since he quickly (and quietly) bites down on his knuckle to make himself bleed a little. It doesn't hurt all that much anymore; he's pretty used to the feeling.

Beyond her range of vision, he uses his blood to draw four symbols in the air right above her back, then press them, paper-thin, against her skin. The blood in her body starts to move a little in a slightly unnatural way--the body may feel a little dizzy as it tries to compensate. Soon things are working the way that they should, though, and he treats her entire body like one large bruise. It's a massive clearance of dead and dying being replaced and knitted up by the new and empowered. It's cold and warm all at once, but the feeling lessons the more it works.

Weird is an understatement. With a shiver Euri pulls her legs closer to her body and closes her eyes briefly, until she feels she's comfortable enough with the dizziness. It's definitely an unnatural sensation, the way he's making her blood move through her body, but from what she observed she sorely needs it. How did she even get that bite mark on the inside of her thigh?

When Euri opens her eyes again she realizes she's practically curled up against Robin. Her blush renews, but he's so comfy and warm and with the chilling sensation of getting healed up his solid form is reassuring. She doesn't move.

"You're lucky," she mumbled, resting her head against him. "You don't have a single scratch on you. I'm bruised all over."

He laughs. The blood is peeled back away with a casual tilt of his wrist and returns to his body just the same way it got out in the first place. He waits for his finger to inevitably stitch itself up (very clean and neatly done) as her blood settles itself and moves back into a normal flow.

Her skin feels smooth when he runs his hand over it, not a scratch. He counts two vertebrae under his fingers before he removes his hand, wrapping his arm lazily around her shoulder (since she's so inclined to stick close, now).

"Not for lack of trying, though. You were pretty rough." He smiles, not finding his a bad thing in the least, "If anything, I'm just lucky I heal so fast."

Oh no, this again. She makes an embarrassed noise, pulling her knees up to her chest so she can hide her face against them. "Adel said that, too...!"

And he never even answered her question about whether he enjoyed being bitten, so she suspects he didn't. "I don't do it on purpose! I just - I don't know... I get really excited...." she says lamely, peeking up at him after a minute.

What, she's worried about that? She's so cute, he can barely stand it. He's there to meet her when she peeks up at him, landing another quick kiss on her cheek.

"No, no," he assures her, "It's fine. I liked it a lot." It's kind of a strange thing to admit for most people, but again... Robin doesn't have much hesitation when it comes to these sorts of things. And he doesn't want her to stop that sort of behavior, no, no, definitely not. Not when it's so hard to find cute girls like her that'll do that sort of thing.

"Besides I wasn't exactly the most gentle back... I really am sorry about all the bruises." He doesn't know if she likes that sort of thing back; it's probably hard for her (or anyone so new to all of that) to say, really.

"I... liked it, actually," she replies quietly. With his answer this is a lot easier to admit, kind of like a weight's been taken off her shoulders. There's no need to worry about being rough when he likes it, too. "I enjoyed it most when we... really got going."

Not that she really has much to compare. Euri enjoyed it with Adel too, of course, but they were both incredibly drunk so there are large blanks in her memories. And now that she's thinking about it, not being able to fully remember her first time seems like it should be more embarrassing than anything she did with Robin.

She relaxes a little, pressing her lips against his neck. ".... Hey, um..." This question couldn't be more invasive, but she's curious. "What was your first time like?"

He likes the assurances. He would have agreed with her if not for the next question; even her lips pressed softly against his neck can't distract him from the automatic process the fires up in his mind, the mechanical search for a 'first time'. He supposes it was with... Crow.

He makes a face. If he finds it invasive, it's for the entirely wrong reasons. The memory isn't a bad one, but it's tied to too many things: hatred, confusion, manipulation, a time when they called themselves brothers sharply contrasted against his recollection of mangled corpses.

But she's not asking about that, is she?

"It was... okay, I guess." He's looking off at the end of the bed now, honestly trying to remember, "It was kind of sudden, so I was pretty... confused? I didn't know what I was supposed to do or what I was supposed to be feeling, so... That part wasn't so great. The guy was alright, but wasn't all that great at giving me warnings or explaining things."

He pauses for a second, and his frown eases a little with an amusing thought, "Actually, that sounds really awkward. Maybe it was worse than I remember, jeez."

Euri just stare at him.

"A... guy?"

Oh, right. He's already told her he messes around with Michael -

Euri twitches and shoves that name to the back of her mind. She can deal with that whole subject later, right now she's more interested in their immediate conversation.

"Your first time was with a guy?" She's baffled, but it's for good reason. Staring up at him, she tries to form a mental image. "That's - wow...."

That's hard to picture, but she supposes, now that she thinks about it, two human males is entirely possible. Maybe. Euri's fairly sure she's never actually seen two males in a relationship, though. With humans it's always been one female and one male.

"Yeah, unlucky me." At least there's a bit of wry amusement in his tone now, "Anatomically speaking, women are so much easier." If you want to go all the way, anyway. That's why he doesn't usually get that far into it if he's with a man, even though he kind of prefers them (most of the time).

Still, her baffled expression is a little confusing. She knows he's done things with Michael, right? Is it really that hard to imagine? He raises an eyebrow.

"Do people not... do that where you're from, or something?" Surely this can't be a case of ignorance. She reads viking romance novels, for Gods' sakes.

It's good to hear he prefers women in that sense. If he had said he preferred men... well, it wouldn't help her self esteem.

His question makes her pause. Now that is something that is potentially far too private to discuss.

"Oh, uh...." Euri hesitates, biting her lip. She did tell Adel a few things about Witch populations, so... it might not be that big a deal. At least, if Robin doesn't start getting into that same creepily enthusiastic scholar mode he got into with that conversation with Adel. "You can't get all weird and start asking me research questions if I tell you, alright?"

Huh. More of that secretive witch stuff, huh? He doesn't know how this could possibly apply to something that needs to be kept top secret among only witches. He's starting to think that all of them are really just secretive about everything.

But he thinks about it. He doesn't know if he can promise that, but knowing she isn't going to start feeding him information like Adel did assures him that he'll probably be able to manage. He slouches down a little, making himself more comfortable.

"All right, no getting weird or asking research questions."

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