Hey everyone, Paradigm of Writing here with drabble #11: Birthday Wishes in the drabble set, Engraved in Stone! Male Robin and Palutena. It's a shipping I NEVER thought I'd do, lest write anything featuring Palutena since I'm just not huge on her as a character for some reason (part intake of those fart fics that absolutely disgust me to no end). But, nonetheless here is an attempt at me trying to work my way around it and getting this idea to work. Enjoy!
Robin mournfully stared at his birthday cake, licking the wicker candle pallid frosting off his fork. The color was gorgeous- snowstorm white and glowing silver clashing as the savory treat vanished down his throat. Palutena Highsmith balanced the camera on her knee, trying to persuade the zoom feature to actually do it's job and close in on her husband's face.
"Dammit, this camera is so old," she muttered, as the lens retracted back into the camera; doing the opposite of what she wanted. "Perhaps I should've bought you a camera for your birthday instead of those shoes. Maybe we could get some decent photographs around this place."
"But I don't like photography," Robin chuckled, yet whining at the same time. His ghostly white hair glanced the top of his cake, frosting smearing into his perfect do. "Well- isn't this moment just photo worthy!"
Palutena frowned. "Darling, what's the matter? You don't seem to be... well you! Everything okay?"
"Of course everything's okay," Robin shouted. "I have frosting in my hair, a camera that won't work, a nagging wife who cares more about the stupid device than me, and the fact that you haven't even wished my happy birthday on the day of! All I wanted, the only birthday wish I had was for you to say you love me, and to actually give me a decent gift. Not one that I'd never use just so you could you use it for whatever little hobbies you have. And on that note, darling, you're a terrible photographer."
Robin stood from his seat and marched off. His fork clattered to the floor, pallid streams of frosting dotting the wooden floor like pimples on a clean shaven face. Palutena banefully watched as her husband stormed out the door and slammed it shut. She heard the roar of a car starting, and then the screeching of tires a few moments later. The tears spilled down her cheeks. With one terrifying roar, she smashed the camera with full force at the wall, hearing a satisfying crunch.
"I was trying to give you a good birthday... you just never told me! You know what my birthday wish was? The notion of getting a divorce. And look at that! My birthday wish came true!"
Well... tada! How wonderful was that? Not so wonderful, I know. Lord I need to be able to write a good romance one-shot. Next drabble is #12: Old Heart which is a mentioned Lucina x Marth (looking at Scarlet over there, fellow Marth x Lucina shipper in the house). I hope to see you all reading that when it comes out. Bye everyone!
~ Paradigm