With Robin.

20

"this is it" I state as we stand outside the tree I described to Robin in as good detail as I can,

"you sure?" he asks sceptically,

"why do you not trust me? oh yeah, you don't do you?" I snap as I enter the mouth of the tree, thinking of how much it reminds me of Loveday,

"I-" Robin starts, but sighs and decides not to say whatever he was planning to so just follows behind me,

We walk down a sloped dig out to a rickety looking door, just like Loveday's. Maybe she had something to do with this place? I swear to god if she's known where the pearls are all this time, I'm going to lose my shit. I push on the door, only to find it's locked or stuck or something that prevents me from being able to open it.

"here" Robin mumbles, moving me to the side and standing in my place. I glare at the side of his perfect face, hating the fact I still need him. If I were to tell myself from three weeks ago that now I need some random boy with a bird fetish to help me, in fact if I said I needed anyone, I would kill myself for being an imposter.

The door opens after Robin applies little force to the rotting door, making me feel like a weakling. I hold my head up and walk passed him into the darkness,

"you can leave now" I state plainly to birdy boy,

"Blake-" Robin groan's as he also enters the pitch black room, "I'm not going to leave you" he sighs,

"again" I add for him, only making him scowl at me in the dark, Robin turns to the barely visible room and fumbles around for something. I furrow my eyebrows and try and pick out what he's mumbling about,

"a-ha!" he says as he holds a completely black object I cant make the shape of, I hear the distinct sound of a lighter being clicked on and off. My eyebrows furrow as I contemplate the possible instances Robin would need his lighter, if he's really using my time to have a smoke I'll cut his balls off and choke him with them. The room is plunged into light, as Robin finally succeeds to light a candle he managed to find resting on a shrine looking thing. It reminds me much of the one the De'noirs have for Sir William in the De'noir castle, except this one is much more fancy and made out of a white porcelain or something similar.

"Thanks." I thank as Robin, who looks way  to happy with himself,

"welcome" he grins as he scans the room himself, deciding he has a good idea I do the same. The room is no bigger the Loveday's, walls made from a mixture of dried mud and rotting wood making me question the stability of the room and safety of the people who dare to be there. Oh yeah, me. The shrine is in the middle of the square room, framed by cob webs and dust hiding it's real beauty. Up against the wall is a one white mantle piece, cluttered with bits and pieces and about three inches of thick dust.

"I mean it, leave" I tell Robin, he crosses his arms at me and raises an eyebrow,

"why?" he asks,

"wouldn't want you to think I'm using you" I cross my arms, still feeling the sting of his words,

"I'm sorry, okay?" he asks, I'm taken back by his apology, he doesn't exactly seem like the type to apologues a lot,                

"why?" I ask, feeling the cracks he made in my heart widen ready for an explanation to his rudeness,

"you killed my father, how was I meant to react?" he asks, not angrily, sarcastically,

"he would have killed you, I saved you yesterday!" I snap, feeling frustrated tears threaten to spill out my eyes,

"I-It's just, I didn't know how to react, how would you feel if someone killed your father?" he asks,

"someone did!-" I snap, "and I never went after the people who did it because he deserved it!" I add, feeling a few tears spill, which I roughly wipe away,

"........I said I was sorry, what else can I do?" Robin asks quietly,

"just tell me what I did to you to make you hate me?" I ask, voice cracking slightly,

"nothing! Okay?-" Robin snaps, "I just didn't know how you made me feel and that scared me! I should have hated you, you're a Merryweather but for some reason the more I tried to hate you the harder it was to convince myself I did. I should hate you but I cant" he admits getting quieter as he calms,

"you don't hate me?" I ask with a grin, I don't know why that makes me so happy it just did,

"no" he sighs,

"what do you feel about me then?" I ask with a smirk, making Robins cheeks tint pink slightly, "are you blushing?" I ask with a grin, I Blake Merryweather managed to make non other the Robin De'noir blush,

"....no" he grumbles as his cheeks grow darker,

"okay, enough of our Romeo and Joliet love, lets find these damn pearls" I giggle