~Shadow play~

The forms were undefined. Vague in the corners of the room, behind every door he opened. His rational mind knew what they were, subconscious fears he refused to fall prey to whenever she left his sight; hunters there to take her away. Destroy the hope of the witches. Such thoughts made unease break out over in a sheen of sweat on his skin.

Where was she? In the twilight darkness of the hallway, he searched blindly, calling her name at first quietly then more urgently, receiving not a reply save for the echo of his own voice. Robin! The reverberation bounced along the line of shut doors, taunting his own glaring inability to protect her.

But he could! He promised...the clenched hands fell to his sides. Her. And...

Up ahead he glimpsed loose wheat-colored tresses streaming down a narrow black expanse of slender shoulder blades. Robin! She didn't stop. Did she want him to follow? His body felt unusually stiff as if he hadn't sprinted in ages. He wondered at this development, but soon thought of nothing else except for catching his charge as she slipped further and further away.

Rob--The shadowy hallway vanished. Consciousness brought him back to the darkened room, no longer empty, no longer devoid of her presence. Amon stretched out a hand in the dimness to the slim form of a body lying beside him. "Robin..." his smile was rare, relief in the deepest part of his core was felt.

Because she was the most important thing in the world to him.

~Finis~

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