Dedicated to Rapunzel, who didn't want to make me into her writing slave (even when I was totally willing) and that when she finally cracked gave me Robin's necklace as a promt. Also written for the promt Illusions at the WHR drabble community in LJ. Feedback will be loved, as I rather like this one.
Just Breathe
By: Nekare
Robin casts a glamour spell on her necklace three weeks into hiding, and when Amon asks the reason she remains stubbornly quiet. He can still sense it though, sharp against his black layer-covered body when they hide in an enclosed space; the tingling sound of curiosity as the chain makes a metallic rhythmic sound as they run for their lives, the way she will mouth an invisible necklace in a nervous habit that she can't control and that makes Amon unable to control himself too.
Three years later and his mind is still plagued with the uncountable meanings of the unseen accessory that has driven him mad. He asks again after a near miss, adrenaline reigning in his body with the fear and the flush on her face, and boldly takes it into his hand, fingering the strange texture and only seeing his own hand, fingertips white with the smooth texture and mind running wildly with the way the chain wraps itself, cool and smooth, on his skin.
She smiles then, stands on tiptoe, and breathes the secret into his ear.