By Now, Robin Really Should've Been Used To Preparing For All Kinds Of Weather Given How Long He's Been

By now, Robin really should've been used to preparing for all kinds of weather given how long he's been doing this thing. ━ Bruce had never really been a take a scarf kind of guy, though, more of a check you have the essentials type, so maybe the little things couldn't be helped as much as he 'should' or 'shouldn't' have already been ready for a surprising cold-shock this early into the season. ( he's pretty sure he's already spotted ice beginning to form on the skins of uncovered pools and rivers, even if snow hadn't come just yet )

That still didn't make the cold air biting at his nose any kinder, though. the handful of thin layers between him & the chill, gloved hands tucked into his letterman jacket and curled into fists in efforts to shake off the icy feeling, weren't exactly the most promising. the white eyes of his mask stiffen into some kind of wince at the intensity as they step out of the building they'd been in, chasing leads, finding dead-ends, as his breath turns into a fog the second they pass through the doors. it was the usual kind of work for Robin, though he was mostly accustomed to doing it alone lately.

Maybe that's part of why he's unexpecting that the comment made just after breathing a flame of swirling fog from his nostrils as though proving a point ( though mostly just for fun ) was answered with such an unhesitating response, unseen eyes snapping to look at Bart in surprise as he offers out his coat. He can't help but blink.

" Yeah, I like coffee, " Robin offers the answer as he, a little tentatively, takes the jacket " Learned how to make it pretty young, so you kind of get used to it either way after a while. "

" But what about you? " the eyes of the mask take a harsh squint, head cocking on an angle, he gestures a little with the jacket; not straightening it out just yet to put it on " You're going to freeze without it, or does it not effect you the same way? " ━ an honest question! he wouldn't be all that surprised if Bart's heartrate was innately fast enough that the cold didn't quite get it's claws in him the same, but he'd rather be certain before casting him to the chilly air, too. ( or at least, be able to plan ahead to right it later. )

@quillheel / Robin : I did not dress warm enough for this…

bart gave him a funny look, brows furrowed with a little frown . and in the blink of and eye, his own jacket is taken off his shoulders and OFFERED up .

❝ say something sooner next time, dude !! it’s freezing . ❞ bart didn’t seem bothered by the cold despite that fact . ❝ here, take it . we can get some coffee or something, too . you like coffee, right ??? ❞

CHARACTER AESTHETIC — BOLD /ITALICS WHAT APPLIES & REPOST

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SOUNDS.

tinkling of piano keys / the click of a lock / an engine starting, stalling / sinful whispers / stifled sobbing / the rattle of death / alarm blaring / a siren call / spanish guitar strumming / loud laughter at midnight / banshee screeching / drunk hiccuping / the giggle of a child / rolling thunder / disdainful chuckling / bones creaking / carefree whistling / singing off key / flesh hitting concrete / white noise / a mirror cracking / laboured breathing / a groan of pain / waves lapping at the shore / the roar of a lion / pages turning / swords clashing / deep humming / birds chirping / dial tone / tongue popping / fingers tapping a surface / crystals breaking / music turned up to the limit / raindrops on a roof / angry yelling / yawning at noon / horns going off / ravens talking / bubblegum bursting / splashing water / teakettle squeal / militia drums / wolves howling / slow, sarcastic clapping / soprano notes / whispering pleas / gregorian chants / mournful cries

VISUALS.

filled notebooks / dogeared books / clean shaves / empty stares / sleeping at a desk / the witching hour / driving all night / restless tides / broken windows / coffee any time / freshly baked goods / bonfires / lounging felines / circles under your eyes / bedhead / tangling in the sheets / leather jackets / paint stains / music sheets / too many tabs to find the music / weary brows / card games / messy ponytails / strained smiles / unsent texts / heart on your sleeve / slow dancing in the rain / star gazing / torn jeans / piles of clothes / filled bookshelves / hurricanes / chapped lips / cliff diving / the lights in venice / stolen kisses / poet shirts / half melted candles / empty coffee mugs / hot tea / unlaced boots / shameless flirting / too young to be so old / laced fingers / eyes in the trees / bloody knuckles / french letters / neon lights / ivy covered balconies

SCENTS.

burnt leaves / turkish coffee / spiced rum / moss / vanilla beans / freshly cut grass / decay / sea salt / strawberries and cream / cinnamon / honey / copper / pineapple / wet dog / pine needles / wood shavings / rainsoaked bark / something sharp, indefinable / Russian tea / dandelions / squeezed limes / Italian wine / freshly laundered clothes / coming rain / hardtack and gruel / roasting flesh / something cloying in the chest / ichor / lillies in spring / pollen / damp clothes / meatpies / greasy coins / curdled milk / leather / bone marrow / wet cement / ricecakes / open paint cans / cocoa leaves / tar / apples / sandlewood cologne / orchids / molded onions / cheap perfume / mistletoe / rubber on fire / grave dirt / old books / new books / melting plastic / roses / poison oak / seacucumbers / peppermint handcream

SOUNDS.

tinkling of piano keys / the click of a lock / an engine starting, stalling / sinful whispers / stifled sobbing / the rattle of death / alarm blaring / a siren call / spanish guitar strumming / loud laughter at midnight / banshee screeching / drunk hiccuping / the giggle of a child / rolling thunder / disdainful chuckling / bones creaking / carefree whistling / singing off key / flesh hitting concrete / white noise / a mirror cracking / laboured breathing / a groan of pain / waves lapping at the shore / the roar of a lion / pages turning / swords clashing / deep humming / birds chirping / dial tone / tongue popping / fingers tapping a surface / crystals breaking / music turned up to the limit / raindrops on a roof / angry yelling / yawning at noon / horns going off / ravens talking / bubblegum bursting / splashing water / teakettle squeal / militia drums / wolves howling / slow, sarcastic clapping / soprano notes / whispering pleas / gregorian chants / mournful cries

VISUALS.

filled notebooks / dogeared books / clean shaves / empty stares / sleeping at a desk / the witching hour / driving all night / restless tides / broken windows / coffee any time / freshly baked goods / bonfires / lounging felines / circles under your eyes / bedhead / tangling in the sheets / leather jackets / paint stains / music sheets / too many tabs to find the music / weary brows / card games / messy ponytails / strained smiles / unsent texts / heart on your sleeve / slow dancing in the rain / star gazing / torn jeans / piles of clothes / filled bookshelves / hurricanes / chapped lips / cliff diving / the lights in venice / stolen kisses / poet shirts / half melted candles / empty coffee mugs / hot tea / unlaced boots / shameless flirting / too young to be so old / laced fingers / eyes in the trees / bloody knuckles / french letters / neon lights / ivy covered balconies

SCENTS.

burnt leaves / turkish coffee / spiced rum / moss / vanilla beans / freshly cut grass / decay / sea salt / strawberries and cream / cinnamon / honey / copper / pineapple / wet dog / pine needles / wood shavings / rainsoaked bark / something sharp, indefinable / Russian tea / dandelions / squeezed limes / Italian wine / freshly laundered clothes / coming rain / hardtack and gruel / roasting flesh / something cloying in the chest / ichor / lillies in spring / pollen / damp clothes / meatpies / greasy coins / curdled milk / leather / bone marrow / wet cement / ricecakes / open paint cans / cocoa leaves / tar / apples / sandlewood cologne / orchids / molded onions / cheap perfume / mistletoe / rubber on fire / grave dirt / old books / new books / melting plastic / roses / poison oak / seacucumbers / peppermint handcream

@playedbetter // lyric starters; without mythologies by the weakerthans.

Maybe the scariest part of seeing Kim with a fever, hot-cold all the time and aching, was less about the fever itself; it was about seeing how that sickness pried back the composure on him like skinning a beetle of its shell, it was less the times he was asleep and more when he was awake; often irritated beneath a reluctance to engage at all and murmuring barely there mostly through the breath of wheezing, it was more about the times he murmured at all.

The Lieutenant's apartment is clean, and maybe it would've reminded you of the Pox if not for the fact you were allowed within it's walls where many weren't, and the various small details that filled itself in on it's own lived in qualities. Clean but imperfect, and unable to escape from the fact of the city you both lived in ━ Revachol whispering on the paint cracked window-sills as summer heat leaked in through them, on the smell of maybe something rotten. gasoline. vaguely something plantlike, like trees bending their leaves up to break up the noise.

There are exactly 11 trees along Kim's street. Maybe you would've noticed in the way here, or maybe not, since Kim invited Harry over after struggling; frustratingly inattentive; throughout the day on a case, and the first time Kim had handed over his place at the wheel of the Kineema so willingly since the beginning of it's service at the station ( it might've been the station's vehicle, one he was lucky to have been able to take with him when transferring over to station 41 after a major amount of string-pulling, ass kissing, and excuses about repairs, but in the end it was always Kim's baby ) to Harry. ━ so naturally, there were many other things to notice when one is entrusted with the golden ticket of a sick man almost begging him not to crash the damn thing than the amount of trees on Kim's street. But there are still 11 trees, and one way or another, you'd gotten home.

And in this home, Kim lays on his back on his couch, glasses removed and eyes covered with a cool wet cloth as a radio plays some random station quietly enough to be unintrusive but still filling a white noise ━ something classical, or at the very least, instrumental. the voices of the piece if you focused on it no more than a distant kind of cloud that wasps over hazily on compressed air waves ━ and occasionally he murmurs to himself, quiet and voice shot. this was the scary part, what he'd say. what it'd tell you. this was the scary part, to hear him through the softest electrical hum...

" si je pouvais, je ferais de toi une rivière déchaînée avec des rapides en colère alimentés en pluie, pour que tu puisses toujours serpenter et pouvoir toujours t'enfuir… " ━ breathe in. ( if i could, i would make you a raging river with angry rapids supplied with rain, so you could always meander, and forever be able to run away… )

sings to himself, rather, here. sings to you? the language hangs on his tongue, syllable after syllable.

" sans lutter… contre les mythes mal interprétés, contre la douleur… " ━ breathe out. ( without contending… with myths wrongly interpreted, with pain… )

he does, sing to you. the only person you can remember who would, regardless of intention. he breathes with the music, and with it comes over with the terror of an honesty so grandiose it becomes small again; marble-like; like an unfulfilled wish he offers out, downy feathered, anyways, because the sentiment matters more than whatever it is now. maybe he doesn't even realize he says it out loud to begin with, but he does, whispers in the gentle shuffle of the apartment's small spaces, composure a dream he hasn't woken into, rarely; rarely, a heart on his sleeve. ( like speaking in your sleep. like honesty when you don't realize it, laid back on the worn cushioning of a couch, allowing himself not to see, allowing himself to merely be, be there. to drive him home. trusting. trusting you. )

// at this point i really oughta note it, SO: headsup to all my roleplay partners! because of a lot of irl shit happening and stressors including financial concerns and losing two pets in the span of a few months, my brain's been really struggling with processing time and getting in the headspace to Be here beyond JUST writing (so DMs and the like), so if i don't respond, that is why, and i sincerely apologize! I'm trying to get back into the swing of Actually answering people but if I don't or it takes a while, that's why!

DARK IN HERE STARTERS

taken from the 2021 album by the mountain goats

PARISIAN ENCLAVE

’ let the devil take the rest. ’ ’ walls envelop all of us like a mother who protects her young. ’ ’ i go beneath the streets of the city with my brethren in the neverending shadow. ’

THE DESTRUCTION OF THE KOLA SUPERDEEP BOREHOLE TOWER

’ stick bright reflective tape to the collar of your shirt. ’ ’ mind your business, and you won’t get hurt. ’ ’ be true to the things you said you’d  be true to. ’ ’ always keep your objective in view. ’ ’ those who came to learn these lessons left no trace of their presence. ’ ’ show the world your true face. ’ ’ burn such fuel as you need to burn. ’ ’ keep a sense of wonder when you finally reach your goal. ’ ’ what will they say back home about you? ’

MOBILE

’ they threw him down into the water, but he did not drown. ’ ’ be free of your burden. ’ ’ i’m on a balcony waiting for the wind to throw me down. ’ ’ if you won’t keep me safe and warm, then send down the storm. ’ ’ why do you hold back your fury? ’ ’ don’t hold back your fury. ’

DARK IN HERE

’ steal away at sundown. ’ ’ check for signs of ambush. ’ ’ i’m tired of running, tired of never standing still. ’ ’ hear them riding up the hill? ’ ’ it’s high noon somewhere, but it’s dark in here. ’ ’ you, who thirst for action: i will give you some. ’ ’ when the smoke dies down, you can rest assured that we will know who kept their word. ’ ’ you stood so proud once. ’ ’ i can taste your fear. ’ ’ it’s dark as a coal mine filling up with gas. ’ ’ will you be ready when your moment comes? ’ ’ i live in the darkness. ’

LIZARD SUIT

’ take the trouble to pronounce the street names right; people like it when you show respect. ’ ’ it’s so hard to get noticed in this town. ’ ’ you’re almost invisible aboard the train. ’ ’ there’s so many people who i just can’t read. ’ ’ i have to trust that my compass stays true. ’ ’ i let my phobias control my habits, and i let my habits form the shapes of days. ’

WHEN A POWERFUL ANIMAL COMES

’ we move by night. ’ ’ we’ll follow the shoreline until we’ve run clean out of land. ’ ’ we’ve made mistakes. ’ ’ everyone spots their own mess when the dawn breaks. ’ ’ life is short, and life is hard, and life is sweet. ’ ’ they will never know what hit them. ’ ’ it gets pretty hard to concentrate. ’

TO THE HEADLESS HORSEMAN

’ i rode past you on the road again today. ’ ’ who awakes prepared to face such sights as these? ’ ’ god keep the hunter who shows mercy to his prey. ’ ’ as you approached, i could sense the threat. ’ ’ a stranger’s just a friend who hasn’t shared their secrets yet. ’ ’ songs bloom in the dark. ’ ’ i seek the gate of wisdom. ’ ’ get ready for the waterworks. ’ ’ one of us will tire, and one will rise and ride away. ’

THE NEW HYDRA COLLECTION

’ i’m hell bent on doing the work that you cowards won’t do. ’ ’ we’re weaving the future from bright new threads. ’ ’ i dream of the day when the calm waters break. ’ ’ the safe way isn’t the only way to go. ’ ’ it’s only a test run. ’ ’ the tension’s too delicious to bear. ’ ’ according to my projections, everybody’s going to run for their lives. ’ ’ wait until our time has come. ’

THE SLOW PARTS ON DEATH METAL ALBUMS

’ i’m jumping out of my skin. ’ ’ this tiny sector can’t contain me. ’ ’ i go where i’m not wanted. ’ ’ i’m trying to find the mask that fits me. ’ ’ let me dance until i die. ’ ’ let it begin with me. ’ ’ we’re never quite free. ’

BEFORE I GOT THERE

’ the relics are all in ruin. ’ ’ it’s illegible forever. ’ ’ it’s an oracle with no tongue. ’ ’ the bodies of the fallen are in a pit behind the altar. ’ ’ their faces were turned toward the sky that they would never see again. ’ ’ i have failed you. ’

ARGUING WITH THE GHOST OF PETER LAUGHNER ABOUT HIS CONEY ISLAND BABY REVIEW

’ will there be another way? ’ ’ you took the ancient spell with you wen you fell. ’ ’ i hurt too hard, too long, and i’ll die too young. ’ ’ may your passage be assured. ’ ’ you will always have been here once. ’

LET ME BATHE IN DEMONIC LIGHT

’ someday, the old flesh will give way to the new. ’ ’ find a functioning mirror inside, and slip right through. ’ ’ who’s coming with me? ’ ’ show me my one true face. ’ ’ i’m hopeless, but free. ’ ’ you’re lit up like a marquee shining over the freeway. ’ ’ where will my long trail end? ’ ’ there’s undying hunger deep in the bloodline. ’

See I like Sans but not in the funny meme sexyman way I like him in the way that he promised Toriel to protect a child that was going to be served as a sacrifice from the start because he couldn't find himself to say no to her genuine laughter and sense of humor at every dumb joke they told each other, how he cracked jokes and pranks to make this child feel comfortable while warning them to be careful and reminding them that people loved them and having a gentle heart doesn't make you weak like to this day I still think about "Take care of yourself, kid. Cause someone out there really loves you." and "You didn't gain LOVE, but you gained love." Sans is our friend actually