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robert plant - orange evenings.

'robert, do you think i'm rude?'  i asked, an empty pain filling my heart.

'no!  of course not, love.  what makes you say that?'  robert responded, worry laced in his sweet accent.

'nothing, oh nothing.  just some mindless thought, i suppose.'  i sighed, looking into his bluish hues.

robert opened his arms to me, ready to coddle me with sweet words and reassuring touches.

he was all i ever really needed.

i fell into him.  his chest was warm and comforting while his arms around me made me feel like the safest thing ever.  as if he was protecting the most valuable thing in the world. 

that's what i am to robert.  the most valuable thing ever, he doesn't really let me forget it.

i snuggled into his embrace, balling myself into him as if i were a tired animal.

'now, surely this isn't just a mindless thought?'  he questioned once more, drawing silly patterns on my shoulder.

'you caught me.'  i huffed, resting my head on his chest, his golden curls tickling my face.

he grabbed both sides of my face, a pout was on his features, 'who told you that you were rude?  the truth, perhaps?' 

i looked down, 'my mother.  all i did was tell her the difference between something.  she kept on insisting she was right...proceeded to call me the rudest person ever, the rudest daughter, y'know." 

he clicked his tongue, 'your mum must have the strangest perception ever.' 

robert gently pulled my head close to him once more, his head soon resting on top of mine. 

i played with his hair softly, it was just a comforting habit.  his hair...almost liquid gold, shining, soft, and surreal.

'y/n, i want you to know i think you're one of the most sweetest people out there.  sure, you don't show it to everyone quickly, but it's there.  you're so delightful, lovely, reliable...you're just eveything a person could ask for.  everyone has their moments, but you're mum was wrong in that case.  she was being narrow-minded, you weren't being rude one bit.'  robert finished, pecking the top of my head.

my face burned at his kind words, words i needed to hear at that moment.

'thank you, robert.  i'm so glad i have you.'  i wrapped my arms around him at that.

it was such a warm moment.  the orange glow of the lamp, the dim setting, the nature vanilla smell he had to to him, and just the overall love surrounding in the room.

robert chuckled, 'i love you so much, y/n.  i couldn't trade you for anything else.' 

i smiled, 'oh, robert, i love you too.  i can't even comprehend how grateful i am for you.'

'the same goes to you, my love.'

i hummed in acknowledgment, contempt with how we were in that moment.

he was truly my world, part of my soul.  robert plant was my eternal lover and i wouldn't ever be without him.

an:  i remember writing this when my mom kept calling me rude for no reason.  it's kinda silly lmao