He's a bad guy. it's just who he his. But just because he is a bad guy, doesn't mean he has no compassion, care, or love in his heart. No matter how much he tries to keep acting touch, like nothing could ever bother the oh so great Robbie Rotten, he can't stand around like this, while the love of his life was trapped away in a tower, under a curse of sleep, only to be lifted by the kiss of one's true love.
He debated it. Fought the urge. He knew if he placed a kiss upon Sportacus' soft cherry lips, nothing would happen. But that doesn't mean, that he shouldn't at least... Try.
He kept thinking, the thoughts spurring back and forth in his head as his feet leaded him where he truly wanted to be.
He looked up at the tower and he faltered for a moment, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Opening one eye, he placed a hand on a rock that jutted out from the side of the princes prison, remembering what it was he came here to do. 'To get him back... To free my prince. To try.'
He slowly climbed up the tower. Making sure to have a firm grasp before he pulled himself up further.
He cried out when he grabbed on to a sharp rock, cutting the palm of his hand open, and nearly falling to the ground below. 'I can keep going. I can do this. For him.' He pushed the pain away and kept climbing, though the closer he got to the top, the more he doubted his plans.
'Even if my kiss doesn't wake you, my Prince, I will stay by your side, until my bones grow stiff, and my body withers away.'
He pushed away his doubt as he grabbed onto the window ledge, hoisting himself up and placing his feet on the cold flooring of the room.
He let out a shaky breath and stepped forwards, unsure of how to deal with the sight before him. On a small bed, lay Sportacus. His skin a deathly pale, his arms delicately placed upon his stomach.
He walked forwards until he was standing next to bed. He grasped one of the Prince's hands, wincing at the icy cold aura that his body was giving off.
'My Prince, what have they done to you?' he thought, not daring to speak and break the dark silence.
He got onto one knee. Admiring his Prince's beautiful face. Even in this deathly state, his beauty never failed to amaze him, and send his rotten heart rushing.
He couldn't bring himself to kiss him. Though he knew he wouldn't wake, and would not remember, his nerves still made him want to hide like a child.
'This, is for Sportacus. Not you Robbie. Put your childish antics aside and just kiss him already!' his mind screamed, he knew he couldn't avoid this forever, no matter how hard he tried he could never outrun this problem, he would never would, just like he would never outrun his feelings. No matter how wrong he felt for having them.
He shakily brought his face closer to Sportacus' using his finger to slightly tilt the Prince's chin upwards, and placed a small kiss on his lips. It lasted only a short moment, but he relished in every bit of it. He slowly moved away, looking down to see the same thing he saw before. The deathly face of the Prince he loved so dearly.
He turned to walk away, but stopped when he felt a hand wrap around his wrist.
"Robbie?" the voice was shaky, but undoubtedly recognizable.
He turned around to see Sportacus leaning upwards, looking at Robbie with glowing eyes.
"You saved me..." he said and smiled, biting slightly at the bottom of his lip.
"I'll always save you, my Prince." he said, getting on his knee again.
Sportacus swiftly pulled Robbie forwards, pressing their lips together once more, and wrapping his arms around the taller man's neck.
He pulled away and smiled sweetly. "I love you Robbie."
"I love you too my Prince, forever and always."
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Church bells chimed as the two stared deeply into eachothers eyes.
"Ever since that day, three years ago, I vowed I would never let anyone hurt you again, I will keep my vow, and incorporate it with these, Sportacus, I will love you in life, death, health, and misery. I will never let you go for as long as I live. And with this ring. I take you as my Husband." Robbie smiled as he slipped the golden band onto the Prince's hand.
"I don't know how I would go on if i didn't wake up every morning with you by my side. You are my Savior, my lover, my happiness, my everything. And I will hold onto you forever, and not even death itself will be able to pry you from my hands." Sportacus' eyes gleamed, the same way they had that day in the tower, as he slid the golden band onto Robbie's finger.
Sportacus didn't even wait for the pope to say a word, he quickly pulled Robbie down by his collar, trapping his lips in a kiss.
