6 Works by Robinoe
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Arthur wakes up. So many of his memories lately start with this. He wakes up, and everything hurts, and John is saying something—but John’s not saying anything this time, and there’s someone in this room with Arthur that sounds a lot like his friend.
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John’s voice always rose and fell, low into a deep growling bass and high into a rough yell. But one constant, one word that never sounded different no matter the tone was how he said Arthur’s name. Emphasis on the ‘ar’ and ‘ur’, the ‘th’ in the middle always smooth like wind. Other people tended to hiss that sound, the ‘th’. With John, it seemed he knew exactly how to say it to make it glide.Based on all that, he deduced it was in fact John saying, “Arthur!”
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“Aw Gri, did you miss me?”
He’s giving Grian an out, a chance to agree, saying what Grian can’t. He’s saying it lightly, so no one’s hurt if he’s wrong. He’s saying it lightly so Grian doesn’t feel so vulnerable if he’s right. God Grian loves him so much.
Grian sighs, grateful and begrudgingly awed, “Yeah, s’pose I did.”
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Stanley worked evenings at the museum, largely because he hardly had anything to do at 7pm on a Thursday and it was quieter than the afternoons. The other reason was the lecturer who stayed just as late as he did.
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Found your John. Red mark on the wrist, your name accurately. He’s been invalided from Afghanistan, should be back in London within the month. MH
Sherlock stops in the street. People complain about him taking up space, but he can’t muster enough air to tell them to piss off. He’s struggling to recognize his own reaction. Quickly he rules out fear, or panic, and eventually elation. It’s shock. He’s in shock. He can see his own hands vibrating as they clutch the phone.
Remember it’s a good thing. MH
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Jon had found himself leaning in so easily, blaming it on any number of things before he had shut himself up and realized he had simply...felt relaxed. Safe...safer. There was no way to really feel safe in his position. But that was the novelty, wasn’t it? That he had felt even a modicum of safety as he was unceremoniously pulled up and dragged into walking, with the wet crush of dead worms under his feet at every step. How had Martin done that? Had Martin even done anything at all?
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"“But,” Ryan proposed, smiling, “what if it’s a cool demon?”
Ryan had started laughing, his brother joining him.
“I mean,” he had said, “if you wanna talk to it, you do whatever Ryan.”
Ryan had unconsciously puffed his (drunk) chest, “I’ma do it.”
And then, he had actually done it, although with much different circumstances than he could ever have expected."Ryan has a dog, a demon, and a close friend, and just maybe a few of those things are related.