Disclaimer: Characters belong to Rob Thurman
A/N: A bunch of drabbles and ficlets centering around Robin, Ishiah, and their crazy violent love for each other with varying POVs, tones, and tenses. Some of the drabbles will not be in chronological order, but I will warn for spoilers and any sexual content before each chapter.
Post-Madhouse
There were bound to be a few problems with being in love with an immortal, self-proclaimed sex god.
But what he hated the most was the ego.
Ishiah gave an exasperated sigh, and then turned to the grinning puck, who should have been sleeping under all those painkillers, but wasn't— as Ishiah had belatedly found out.
"You kissed me," Robin prompted, eyebrows up and waggling. He was already fumbling to take off his silk shirt, the idiot.
"Only because I know you're immobilized and delirious enough to not to immediately attack me into sex," Ishiah replied blandly, effectively cutting whatever insinuations that might have occurred. Robin paused, looking a little downcast at the accusation and that was enough to give Ishiah some kind of hope. Nevertheless, the smirk flashed back on and, climbing stiffly out of bed, Robin leaned forward to where Ishiah was sitting.
"Uh-huh, I can play your little game too," he said quietly, "Just because I am a sex god, doesn't mean I've forgotten what a simple kiss can mean."
With that, the puck brushed his lips against Ishiah's forehead, as quick and gentle as a warm breeze.
Watching Robin stumble back into bed, Ishiah rolled his eyes to the ceiling.
Without a doubt…
…I definitely hate the ego.