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Christmas was all right, but I don't get along with the cousins from this side of the family nearly as well as the others, oh well, my too tall cousin (who makes me feel as a midget, he's alredy 1.80 and he's only 16 *weeps*) like anime too, so that's something in common.

And because I was bored and Christmacy-feeling, I wrote a drabble! Will be writing more tonight just to face boredom before I'm off to watch episode 8 of QaF. (btw, I'll be buying the 2nd season with my brand new Christmas money XD) Beta-ed by why_me_why_not. (so sorry dear, btw, there are no typhens in spanish, that's why I don't know how to use them XP)

Title: Witching Hour
Raiting: PG
Pairing: Amon/Robin
Word Count: 229
Author Notes: Written (or most likely heavily inspired, since I just snorted at the word limit. Sorry, btw) for whr_drabbles's challenges #25, The Day After and 26: Holidays. Dedicated to zurizip, who wrote a wonderful drabble for me XD


They first have sex on Christmas Eve. Hesitant touches at first, overheated skin at last, and those haunting green eyes shining in the darkness of his candle (Robin) lighted bedroom. Whispered words of wonder at finding her sitting on his bed, panted incoherent words from her lips about mistletoe and loneliness and want, safe in his mind forever where he can replay her teeth on his lips and his hands on her hips.

(Where he can hide forever in case it never happens again).

Headquarter is coming to life once again, Robin’s army of Witches and hopes readying for a new day of survival, waiting for their child-woman leader, the green-eyed Hope that lays beside him in a tangle of white sheets, white skin and not-so-white dreams. Amon watches the light dancing on her skin, and breathes the air coming from her slightly-opened mouth, reverently, a part of himself that is still all hunting reflexes, hating himself for having lost control of himself, of her, of life.

Robin kisses him when she wakes, sleepy and more grown up at nineteen than he ever thought she’d be, dressing in silence and muttering a quiet Merry Christmas as she closes the door on her way out, going to her followers and fighting for a future.

Amon is under her spell, but lately, he can't bring himself to care.