Robby "major sensei issues" Keene (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
strongroots) wrote2023-07-11 09:59 pm
strongroots) wrote2023-07-11 09:59 pm
[meme, psls, etc]
out of game psls, threads, etc.
out of game psls, threads, etc.
out of game psls, threads, etc.
out of game psls, threads, etc.
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There's a life where this isn't happening right now, and Robby doesn't want to imagine it. A man who wants to be his father--his eyes on him, the warmth of his smile. Robby listens as the hand slips around his wrist, and a warmth blossoms there, too; after the chill first makes itself known, but then it leaves, as if a father's touch can take away a temperature too much for his son.
The weight of his dad's words makes Robby dip his head, needing a moment for the emotion that rises in his throat. But he looks back at him with a smile expressive, just soaking in the sight of him before--right. Turning to the bowl, and the mixture that he still needs to mark his own palm in.
He dips it in, rubbing the mixture on with his fingers, and then takes a hold of Mister LaRusso's own wrist, threading their limbs.
"I'll be there for you, too, dad. I promise."
It's a promise he intends to do his utmost to keep.
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Daniel recognizes that they must be Robby's feelings. And that Robby, in turn, must be feeling what he's feeling right now, even if the emotions aren't very different. Both warm, grateful, and just.. loving.
Especially since the bond probably kicks in right in time for Robby to experience the little jump Daniel's own heart makes when Robby calls him dad. He doesn't think he'll ever get used to it, let alone take it for granted.
He slowly releases his hold on Robby's wrist, feeling some of the paste still sticky on his hand, but also now able to see the mark below on his son's skin.
".. I guess it worked," he says, like it's even necessary. Like they can't both feel as much in this moment, sitting there and smiling.
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It's not the physical, after all, but the emotional. And feeling that inside him; it makes Robby's smile tight, giddy and shy all at once, as well as his heart. The joyous, excited feeling coming through from Mister LaRusso, and that he doesn't feel like anything other than how he presents himself.
This is Mister LaRusso. This is him.
Robby's looking at his wrist, the marking left by his dad, the way the paste there all fades to leave only the bond. But then he looks up at the older man, still with that happy little smile on his face, a million other emotions stirring in his heart (this is a new chapter for them, isn't it? a new beginning, a new everything), and it breaks with his smile turning into a grin showing teeth, all before Robby lifts on his news and hugs his father around the shoulders, going for something better than all the one-shouldered, one-armed hugs.
"Thank you," he says warmly, with nothing better to say, either. But this appreciation, this feeling--it's all and everything he has right now.
And it's better than he dared to imagine it being, thinking about it in his room. Thinking about it at all.
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Maybe he underestimated all of this a little bit. The bond meant a lot to him just in theory, which is why he even brought up the idea a little bit before, back when Robby hadn't been ready for it for reasons Daniel himself never could've imagined until Robby himself confessed to it. But even Daniel himself never knew it'd be this much. This many emotions pouring straight into his heart, even as he moves to wrap his arms around the boy in turn - one hand balled up so he isn't getting blood paste all over Robby's shirt -, holding him close, even if that's entirely unnecessary with the way his son already seems to have plastered himself to Daniel's body.
He needs a moment to take it all in - the hug, the feelings - but then he smiles and manages to speak up again.
"Yeah?" It's a soft sound, but audible with how close they are in this moment. "You like it?"
Daniel knows Robby does.
He can feel it, after all.
But maybe it's good for Robby to acknowledge this out loud, he thinks. Not even for Daniel's sake - though it's flattering, it's fulfilling, the idea that he can make a kid so important to him that it's his kid now so happy - but for Robby's own too. So Robby can now truly see that everything is only going to get better from here.
The only way after corruption is up, especially with family right by your side.
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It's no rushed response. A response -- verbally -- would take away from Robby's attention on the hug and his focus on the emotions present. It's giddying, in a way that makes his heart beat faster with some alarm as to how to react, but it's a positive too: because what Robby feels is positive as well, a warmth that makes his body melt so easily against Mister LaRusso's.
Mister LaRusso's. His father's.
It wouldn't be difficult to tell, a father can surely know that a kid is just appreciating their dad's company when they don't immediately speak up, but Mister LaRusso gets to enjoy the benefits of the bond seeping in through just how his arms around Robby make him feel. The comfort present, both received and experienced.
"I'll never hurt you again, dad."
A promise he's said surely plenty of times before, but maybe he wants to say it again. Maybe in this moment, all his wants to do is enjoy the possibility of this good feeling persisting, that things can get better.
And that he'll be a stronger person for it--one who can come to his senses before everything gets so dire.