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Halfway up the stairs to the fourth floor, Euri realizes her spending time in Robin's room is becoming more and more commonplace. While she isn't exactly wild about that thought (his room still creeps her out), it's actually necessary today. He had told her something about needing to keep his power contained, which she didn't quite get, but if he really is that powerful then she'd prefer being cautious.

Euri stops in front of his door. She isn't all that scared of what Robin's true form is, as long as he doesn't look undead, but what if he decides to back out? What if he put more precautions in place and his room looks like some horrifying necromancer dungeon? Ugh, what if Michael is in there?

She twitches and shakes her head at that last one. Okay, now she's just being ridiculous. (Still, she can't help shooting at glare in the direction of Michael's room.) Whatever happens, she will suck it up and be brave like the awesomely tough bounty hunter that she is and deal with it. Especially if he looks undead! Robin definitely isn't the same as undead monsters, so she's got nothing to worry about. Plus, he has a heartbeat, so any changes would be purely cosmetic.

Who knows, maybe his actual form is incredibly attractive and she can't help but jump him and they have amazing sex right there on the floor....

Euri spends longer than necessary entertaining that thought before she finally comes back to reality and knocks on his door.

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She remembers their conversation on the roof very well, and how frustrated she was with his mother and his lack of friends and that priesthood taking him away for reasons he wouldn't explain.

And now he has.

Her first reaction is the desire to hunt down those priests and beat them senseless. Her second is to hug Robin, but it's a little awkward to try with him in her lap, so her hands twitch as she remains still.

"Does this mean you're one of the Kings? Is that... why you're like this?" She murmurs quietly. It's the most obvious connection she can see, and it makes her hesitant to even ask. Is it better for him to be related to that whole story, or for it to just be an unfortunate coincidence?

"It sure sounds like it, doesn't it?" He can't help his wistful smile. He's never been entirely happy with his fate, even though it gives him purpose. He knows it's a great honor, but it's taken so much...

"None of us really started changing until we were finally together, and some changed slower than others." He laughs a little, "I was one of the last ones. They all made fun of me for being so slow..." But he doesn't sound hurt about it. On the contrary, it sounds like it's a fond memory.

"But when it started, we got this sense of... purpose, and a connection to something... beyond us, I guess. So if we weren't the reincarnations they were talking about, I don't know what we were."

He glances over, reaching to move one of her hands, holding it in his own.

"I'll tell you a good thing, though."

None of that sounds good to her. She knows what it's like having to grow up different - albino - but to have to go through that, then get dragged away from home and tortured and then possibly end up as the reincarnation of someone who is feared by the entire world....

It's awful. She doesn't know how he survived it all. What good could come of any of that?

"Yeah...?" She's quiet, not sounding very convinced. She looks down at his hand, and rubs her thumb against his skin.

"He saved us. Crow, he--" Killed them. Just thinking about it stirs up an anxiousness that he has to force back down. "He got us out. He and a couple of the others killed all the priests who were keeping us locked up."

His mood seems to lighten with every word. He's never spoken about this before, but now he does so with the utmost freedom. "And we couldn't just leave, since no one knew where to go, and some of us were barely old enough to travel, so... we stayed there." He laughs a little, remembering, "We took care of each other. We taught each other how to read or cook or hunt things or sew up our old clothes... And after a while, we were building forts out in the forest together or seeing who could jump the furthest into the river, or making up stories to get the little ones to fall asleep..."

"Finch was the one who first said that we were like a family. We started calling each other brothers and sisters because it was better than being alone out there, and most of us never really had family of their own. We renamed ourselves after birds to show that we were finally free of all of that. We were new people. That was Finch's idea too."

He looks up at Euri, smiling. "They were the best family I could have asked for. I loved them more than I can say."

She's actually happy to hear the priests were killed, even going as far as to wonder whether it was fast or if they suffered. The witch part of her is hoping they suffered.

Despite Robin's improving mood, Euri is finding herself still sullen, worse even. How can he be smiling when he had to go through god knows what kind of torture just to get a family? That isn't how it's supposed to work; family isn't a privilege, it's a right. It isn't fair at all.

It's then that she realizes she's started tearing up. On top of all that it's all passive tense. Were. His family isn't even around anymore, and she just knows whatever happened to them wasn't good. With a tiny huff of annoyance she rubs at her eyes with her free hand.

"I'm really happy you had them, Robin," she says quietly, holding back what she really wants to tell him. He shouldn't be happy, he should be angry. Angry at those priests and his mother and whoever took his family away and his whole stupid world for being afraid. "I really, really am."

He looks up at her for a moment, that same strange smile of his on his face even after she's rubbing at her eyes with her hand. He's strangely... made happy to know that she's feeling anything for him at all, whether that's happiness or sadness or frustration. It's more than he deserves.

He suddenly sits up, turning around so that he can face her. This time, it's his turn to grab her head and pull her down towards his chest, wrapping one arm around her shoulders and using the other hand to pet her hair in what he hopes is a comforting motion. Again, it's what Finch always did.

"But you're hurt, too." He isn't really apologetic; she asked for this, and she got exactly what she wanted to know. But at the same time, he sounds softer and more allowing than usual, despite his sharper frame. "Don't cry because of me, all right? I'll feel bad..."

He's warm and his claws are a little sharp but she doesn't care. Euri closes her eyes and sniffles, and buries her face against him. Part of her absently notes that he still smells good.

"I'm not crying," she mumbles ineffectually, then takes a deep breath to help herself settle down. She refuses to start bawling like some weak, emotional little girl; she's tougher than that. "Don't be dumb. I'm fine."

Euri doesn't push herself away, though. To be honest, she likes the closeness, it's what's keeping her from breaking down. It isn't fair is still ringing in her mind, threatening to make her start sniffling again.

If she's upset over that, she couldn't possibly take the rest. Not now, anyway. He can't tell her about the nature of his existence as a demigod (how he literally embodies and lords over pain in everything around him) or the story of how they died. Then again, that's a relief--part of it isn't so much telling her as it is telling anyone.

They've done a lot, today.

"My story isn't a very nice one. But it has its place." He hums quietly to humor her, resting his chin on her head. "Finch always used to tell me something. They said that people shouldn't be sad for the living, because the living have a while yet to live. And they'd say it over and over... It took me a while to understand what they meant, but I get it now."

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Euri, unfortunately, doesn't. Not really. She can't very well stop feeling bad for Robin simply because he's still alive. That doesn't change what he went through.

She sighs again, moving to curl up against him. "I don't." But, at the same time, it's reminiscent of the things her mother would say (which were inevitably followed by 'you'll understand when you're older').

"It sounds like they were really smart, though..." she's adding softly. "I think I would have liked to meet them."

He leaves the saying alone for now. Not to give himself any further resemblance to her mother, but he doesn't think it's something he can just explain to her.

"Absolutely. They would have loved you." He agrees about Finch without hesitation, though. Part of it is because Finch loved everyone, and that was part of her beauty... but they even loved him, the little ghost boy that nobody liked at first.

He shifts to hold Euri a little better now that she's moved, continuing to brush through her hair as gently as he can with his claws. In-between his words there is a very quiet purr, creeping up from his throat.

"They were pretty strange, too. Ah, they were the girl with two heads," he explains, since she's probably seen his carving before, "But they agreed on almost everything, so half of the time it was like they were the same person. They said they came from a gypsy camp, which is why they were so good with stories and saying clever things."

Euri slides her eyes open slightly when she catches that purring noise. It's lovely to hear, and she presses closer so it's easier to hear, though she still listens to him describe Finch.

"Mm...." Two heads would explain referring to them as 'they'. There are a few creatures back home with more than one head, but she's never heard of it happening with a human.

That isn't the only thing hard for Euri to picture. With a blink she looks up at Robin, confusion clearly written across her features. "What's a 'gypsy'?" It's an unusual word, and definitely not something she's head of in Minoa.

"They don't have gypsies where you're from?"

He guesses that makes sense, since their worlds don't have that great a track record with overlap so far anyway. He glances back down at her with those all-red eyes of his, thinking of how to describe them.

"They're groups of people who travel from place to place with the changing seasons. They have their own culture and language, but are most famous for things like fortune telling, tarot readings, selling herbs, making strange potions... But they've kind of got a reputation for thievery, pick-pocketing, that sort of thing. People have always been kind of suspicious of them because of old stories where gypsies would run off with monsters or make deals with false gods. Very scandalous to the average human."

“Hmmm….”

Euri’s contemplating that description. Even though she isn’t familiar with the word ‘gypsy’, it sounds like he’s describing something that does exist in Minoa. “That’s like the Welwynn,” she starts, still looking up at him. His eyes really are beautiful.

“They practice that kind of magic – at least, the ones living in the countryside do. I’m not sure about the ones in the city. But people – humans – treat them with suspicion.” She pauses, then adds, “I don’t think they’re quite the same as your gypsies, though. Unless your gypsies have animal characteristics on top of looking like humans, too….”

He shakes his head right off the bat, able to tell her that for certain.

"No, no. Not at all. They'd never make it into a town like that, unfortunately." At least, probably not without a lot of convincing or lying. "Though I think back when I was young, there was this bit about how Gypsies apparently wore scarves on their heads to hide their horns, but... it isn't true in the slightest."

"So they're just normal humans, then?" That's a little unusual to her, but she supposes it's plausible. "Is their magic legitimate? Or does that mean none of it is real?"

Regardless, they sound like a very intelligent kind of people. And Finch being one of them makes them sound even more interesting.

He nods. "If they have magic, it's just like everyone else's. Rare and hardly worth noting." Compared to here, at least, the scope of human magic is pathetic. "But they've no shortage of wits about them, from those that I've met."

Not that he's talked to a whole lot of them. They prefer to keep to themselves more often than not these days.

He thinks in silence for a moment, his grip on her loosening a little. Were he given the chance, he'd probably be happy to keep her there forever. Eventually he speaks up again, "You can go if you want. I've showed you what I look like, after all."

"Hmmm...." They sound pretty interesting for humans, though she can't predict how she would act around a gypsy... but given her Witch genes and personality, she's a little glad there aren't any in Paradisa. She has a hard enough time getting along with regular humans.....

At Robin's statement glances up at him, gazing at him for a few moments to try and discern his mood. She doesn't feel very confident when she replies, "I guess.... Do you want me to go?"

His fingers drum softly against her arm, in perfect rhythm. It's that song from his dream again--he's not sure why he suddenly remembers it. That was the last time they shared his bed (though it would not be so... uneventful now, and he wouldn't dream of such things in his current form).

But he seems to make up his mind, stooping to press his pale lips against her forehead and tighten his nails into the fabric of her shirt.

"It's unsettling, still, to have people in here. I'd be more than happy to lay around with you for a while otherwise..." He trails off, hoping to convey his message. It's fine, just not here.

Euri doesn't need much time to contemplate her choice. There's one thing nagging at the back of her mind, and she isn't going to ignore it, but she still knows what she wants her decision to be. Her hand moves down to cover his, and she pushes herself up enough to kiss him on the lips lightly. "That's fine with me."

Getting out of this room is preferable to her, and she certainly enjoys lazing around with him. So at least on those terms she's more than happy to continue spending time with him.

"We'll go somewhere, then. Wherever you'd like."

Somewhere between him uttering the last words of that phrase and him making the conscious decision to change back, he realizes that he honestly looks forward to the idea of spending time with her... as long as she's like this, anyway. It's funny. At home there's barely anyone he'd do this sort of thing with, except for Vincent.

And they spent their "together" time hanging around bars or lazing about in the kitchen, often talking for hours and hours about nothing important or completely ignoring each others' presence for the sake of a little piece and quiet in their busy days. But it's the same idea, isn't it? A momentary relief from an otherwise stressful existence...

Since they'll be leaving, he starts to glitch back into his usual form. It probably feels a little strange if she's still leaning against him, as his form grows a little straighter, but softer, more obviously composed of flesh and less of sharp bone. His claws become fingers again, his eyes merely brown. His hair, however, remains stays ghost-white.

"Ah." He glances at his bangs, pulling up at the top of his hair a little. His motions are somehow less... coordinated, now, less comfortable, as if he somehow has to readjust to different dimensions. "This never quite works, for some reason..."

It's rude to stare, Euri knows this, but she can't stop herself from watching as his form shifts back into something more human. She's used to the way Dog changes, with poofs of black smoke, so Robin's method is unusual to her. It's interesting.

When she sees his hair isn't back to being black, she promptly grabs both sides of his face and pulls him into another, much harder kiss. "You are not changing it," she says firmly, almost glaring at him. "Not right now."

He looks amazing to her. Why does he even bother dyeing his hair here? White is so much better on him, it's natural, and it means she isn't alone in that way.

Pulling away, Euri stands and stretches. "Where do you want to go? My room?"

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She always manages to surprise him. The miss is met with a muffled sound and he has barely enough time to return a bit of the gesture. The glare is a little disconcerting, as he hadn't figured it'd be that big a deal. But then again... to people like them... maybe it counts for a lot more.

He always just thought that he was intrinsically flawed in some way, since he can never form an illusion with hair or any other color. But maybe there's meaning to it. Hah, he doesn't know.

"Uh... Yeah." He nods a little, the surprise wearing off as he stands and quickly puts on another shirt. "That'd be fine."

He takes a little initiative and decides to be the one to take her hand as they leave. It seems only fair.

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