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whispersofloveAnael honestly wasn't sure how long it had been since his last visit, but he still owed Robin. And, much more importantly, he wanted to see him. He liked spending time with the puck, and last time had felt so very, very lovely.
What he owed Robin wouldn't be anything like that, of course, but Anael was convinced that it would not be without a shade of affection, all the same. No matter how much Robin might protest it, if Anael were to bring it up.
He had tried Robin's home once already, finding it empty when he set foot on the terrace and peered inside the French doors, and so he had gone for a flight, high up where the air was so crisp, and when he flew back down to London, and to Robin's flat, he smiled when he spotted the puck in the same place, and state, he had last time: sunbathing, naked, on his terrace.
Anael became visible a few yards before his feet touched the floor, so as not to startle Robin, in a soft blue t-shirt and a comfortable pair of jeans, but barefooted. He shed his wings as he smiled at the puck. "Déjà vu."
What he owed Robin wouldn't be anything like that, of course, but Anael was convinced that it would not be without a shade of affection, all the same. No matter how much Robin might protest it, if Anael were to bring it up.
He had tried Robin's home once already, finding it empty when he set foot on the terrace and peered inside the French doors, and so he had gone for a flight, high up where the air was so crisp, and when he flew back down to London, and to Robin's flat, he smiled when he spotted the puck in the same place, and state, he had last time: sunbathing, naked, on his terrace.
Anael became visible a few yards before his feet touched the floor, so as not to startle Robin, in a soft blue t-shirt and a comfortable pair of jeans, but barefooted. He shed his wings as he smiled at the puck. "Déjà vu."
