give me traces of your lifeblood flowing in a loving cup

[priorcommitment]

When left at an impasse, Ishiah retreats into his own mind for answers. Uncertainty remains one of the less pleasant aspects of being separated from the guidance he once enjoyed as an angel. As Ishiah leans against the window frame, he flexes his hand steadily, closing repeatedly around thin air; it's hard to clear old habits.

Manhattan as a backdrop has never been a view Ishiah felt married to. Instead, it's the hard-earned peace that he let himself sink into more than anything, and Darrow isn't so far off in that respect. There are no sides constantly waging wars, and privacy is easily earned. For more reasons than one, he's felt comfortable enough in Darrow to settle, and to think of a distant future spent there with Robin.

Right now, the question is how far he plans to meddle to maintain that peace.

Hearing the front door of the apartment open and Robin's keys jingling as he returns from his shift, Ishiah pushes himself away from the window. With his shoulders held back, he easily strides across the space of the room, waiting only for Robin to shrug off his jacket before enveloping him in a close, warm embrace from behind.

"Are you feeling better after having spent some time at the restaurant?" Ishiah asks, letting himself bury his face against the side of Robin's neck, lips delivering a soft kiss against warm skin.

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[goodfella]

The grim expression on Robin's face, pink from the March wind outside, disappears at the soft touch of Ishiah's slightly chapped lips against the back of his neck. He replaces it with a smile just as warm, and a nod of his head, although he scrubs at the corner of one eye with his ring finger tiredly as he toes his shoes off and leaves them beside the door for easy access.

Work is seldom work for Robin. More often than not, it's a retreat. When his mind is too busy considering what lies outside of it, he doesn't have the opportunity to think too much on himself, or his own considerations. It's a bad habit, to procrastinate in taking care of yourself, but it's one Robin has no desire to give up.

He would just rather be pointed forward than looking back, day to day.

"Work was busy," he confirms. "It helps that the weather is getting less shitty. The city is starting to come out of hibernation. Do you want to have a drink with me?" He leans back against the solid chest behind him.