evilpandaislana said: every night robin goes to regina's house (climbs throw the window) and laying with regina and protect her from nightmare
I couldn’t quite get my mind around him needing to climb in through the window, but I hope you like this anyway!
He hasn’t spent much time with her, hadn’t even seen her before Marian’s curse until the day Regina saved her life in the woods. He hadn’t seen her for long though, hadn’t managed to see her eyes, how she truly was. But now, in the space between them in her family crypt, he can see. She hides her exhaustion under makeup, and though the dark circles are masked, the slightly sunken look isn’t. He can see the way her shoulders sag as she looks at Marian’s frozen body, lying now in this secret room adorned with a decor that is impeccably Regina’s from an era he doesn’t know well. He does recognize clothes adorning mannequins from a time long ago, familiar from the year they’d spent together. He looks at the room, looks at his wife, then looks at Regina.
She isn’t all right, and he knows it. She also isn’t his anymore to fuss over. He can be concerned, but he’s lost the right to push her hair out of her eyes and trace the apple of her cheek with his thumb, to tell her he’s worried about her and to ask if she’s sleeping well. His concern should be his wife who is a statue of ice, but his eyes keep pulling toward the woman whose heart he once held in his hand.
He’s made a mistake, but he isn’t sure how to fix it, and Robin can’t now, not with his wife hovering between life and death. Even if he changes the definition of his own honor to correct what he’s broken, he can’t do it when Marian has no way of speaking for herself, though he can imagine what she’d say.
But he has to ask. Has to know why Regina needs to lean against a wall to keep herself upright, why she closes her eyes as if she wants to sleep right then.
"You seem exceptionally tired," he says quietly, warm hand on Marian’s icy arm and it does nothing to melt her.
Regina looks up at him, blinking slowly and rubbing her hands over her face. “It’s been a long day, it’s eleven at night, and it’s not over yet. I need to cast a protection spell around the box with her heart in it and one around the crypt itself. Just in case.”
"It can wait. I’ll have my men set up camp here, they’ll keep watch tonight."
"Your men might not be a match for whoever did this. It took my magic to defeat that snow monster, remember? No amount of arrows you shoot will keep you safe.” Her tone is a little harsh and she softens with a sigh. “I’m sorry. I’ll feel better if I know she’s well protected.”
It baffles him, that Regina is willing to protect Marian this way, the woman between them, the woman Robin chose. It only makes his love for Regina grow in a way he hadn’t thought possible. If she still thought herself evil, he could quell her thoughts by simply pointing out to her the good she was doing here, even if it took time. He can’t argue with her logic though, and he simply nods, watches her work, and an hour later she’s dragging even more, but she looks at him with a nod.
"No one can get to her now."
idk why introverts have a reputation of being quiet and shy people who’d rather be alone. have you ever been friends with an introvert who’s decided you’re worth their time? we turn into the clingiest, most needy pieces of shit on the planet because there’s so few people we actually can stand
That’s exactly what all the people should know.