BRANCE + RINNEY

rinney - splinters and rain-soaked wood

idea brought to you by EliLover1  :)
—
It had rained awhile ago, the sweet scent of it still lingering through the strands of long grass poking out of the ground. Finn couldn't see through the dimly lit backyard though, judging off the smile beaming towards him, he could only imagine that Robin could.

"How big is your backyard?" The ground seemed to sink in under Finn's feet, making him shiver as a blanket of cold seeped into his shoes. Robin laughed from in front of him, the flashlight in his hand swaying side to side as he continued to walk forward. "Not that big, it's just dark that's why." Finn kept his attention on the small circle of light flashing in front of him, something to keep his eyes on instead of freaking out over minuscule shadows. "You know, I bet ten bucks your mom is awake and raiding your room." Finn sniffled and ran a hand over his face, covering up the slightest hint of a smile peeking through. "You really think so? Must be real scary out here, with me." Robin turned his head towards Finn, though his body continued to walk towards wherever it was he leading Finn to. "Can we just hurry up." Finn shoved his hands into his pockets, squinting as he began to walk faster to match steps with Robin. "Whatever you say."

"Robin, what the fuck. A treehouse?" It was a tall thing, branches sticking out of it as if they were arms on a living creature. "Beautiful ain't it?" Robin smiled and, to Finn's absolute horror, threw his flashlight through the small opening of it. "Robin, I can't fucking see." Finn waved his hands in front of him, demonstrating just how much the darkness was affecting his vision. He could hear Robin laugh again, making him stop his movements and resist the urge to just jump the boy. "God, stop being such a baby Finn. Come 'ere."

Robin's touch was always comforting to Finn. Ever since they were little and touches meant nothing (and everything in between). If it hadn't been so dark, and Robin hadn't been a foot above him, Finn would've thought twice about smiling as big as he did.

"Missed the smell of the place." Robin stood in the small space, hands on his hips as he admired his decorating skills plastered across walls and small wooden furniture, handmade of course. "Don't tell me you've been lighting candles." Finn sat against the wall, back slouched into a cushion as he sighed. "You think too low of me cariño." Robin sat next to him, resting his hand on Finn's knee as the boy shut his eyes and inhaled the scent of rain-coated oak wood leaves. "I like when you speak your native language, it's nice." Finn could hear Robin put his head against the wall, something he was sure would end in his hair smelling of outside as his mother would put it. "You're such a pervert." Robin laughed, telling Finn that his words were nothing less than a joke.

"It does look nice in here. You decorated it, right?" Finn pushed himself into Robin's side, snuggling close as if the boy were his own personal heater. "Yeah, thank you. Took me a few weeks." Robin ran a hand through Finn's hair, lips brushing against the other's forehead in a quick kiss. "Mhm."

Finn was almost sleep, almost, when his arm was yanked and his legs were forced into a standing position.

"Robin, why." Finn rubbed at his eyes, frowning when Robin began to silently lead him somewhere. "I swear to you, if I fall out of this thing I'm taking all of your money." Robin laughed from, somewhere, in front of Finn. "I guess it's good that I don't have a single penny to my name then."

Finn was about to protest, maybe let out a few swear words, when Robin's hand suddenly let go of his.

"Finn, look."

Finn rubbed at his eyes once more, attempting to have them adjust to the sudden mixture of light and dark. Robin ran a hand over his back, making him smile as warmth engulfed him and sent a swarm of butterflies into his stomach.

The scene in front of him was nothing like he'd ever seen. Sure, he had looked up and saw the stars. Sure, he had looked through books and watched movies to see different constellations. But this, this-

"Thank you. Thank you Robin, seriously."

It was as if he was looking through a microscope, one that had a tray of constellations and lone stars painted just for him. Robin had painted them there just for him. Of course, he had done this just for him.

Finn's eyes were a reflection of space, dots of white and silver illuminated in them like nightlights. Robin smiled at him, soft and full of adoration.

"You're welcome."