All That Wanders Is Not Lost // Rob & Damien (Piper)

thepiedcounselor:

He hadn’t meant to end up here. Returning to the place he had all those weeks ago that ended in another stilted conversation. Both men knowing what was wrong but unable to fix the rift between hem that only seemed yo grow by the hour, the only difference this time, was that he remembered. He remembered everything.

The elation that came with finding a group of people who revered his talent rather than feared it, who accepted him, not as a friend, but at least a comrade. And a man who had become the only family Piper could ever remember having. He remembered all of this, but what always stood out the most was the cold clammy touch of death that lingered on his fingers every time he thought of Robin and if how still he’d lain still in the quiet of the hut in his forest. Not the Sheriff’s /his/, as it always would be.

That was the last time he’d seem him, he brother in more ways than one. He’d known of his return to life, had guaranteed it himself with his own damnation but it was nothing like seeing it for himself, with his own two eyes that drank in every move the man made. The memories of his life here, of the companionship and brotherhood the two had shared together almost seemed like a half remembered dream, but he would always remember that smile that always seemed to ring one out of him, even at the darkest times.

He was sitting in the small patch of grass that passed as a park across the street, starting as a break from school and becoming nearly an all day affair. He could make himself move, almost afraid if he looked away Robin would vanish as quickly as wisp of smoke. He would AIT here till the dark of night and even then find it hard for himself to move as decades of guilt and pain weighed heavily upon his chest and made him want to do nothing but embrace the man and prove to himself once and for all that he was truly….alive.

But he couldn’t cross the distance, the memories of this life stilling him and filling him with a cowardice he couldn’t ever remember having in the land of his birth. So he sat, and he waited, and his fingers itched to play a tune that stayed silent in his chest, never to be played again. He didn’t deserve to play. He’d lost that privilege long ago, with the light that flashed out of his brother’s eyes.

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The shop was quiet. More than it had been for as long as Rob could remember it every being; not since the day he took off the for sale sign and took it over with John at the helm making sure there wouldn’t be another one in the window again. Not as long as he was still breathing, he had made the silent promise to the dark and beaten down old garage. All those years of hard work had produced something even Rob, who had barely anything of worth, to be proud of in such a way that even managing not to screw up what he had with Maria could touch. It was a testament to him, to his unwavering stand in selling out when some of the suits came through trying to buy up some of the few properties that weren’t owned by Gold or by association Mayor Mills. He refused, time and time again, until even their stoic statures they were trained to never break free from began to crack.

And that’s when everything changed. Maybe he hadn’t noticed it then, or even now, but something inside him had changed for the better as Mar liked to whisper in his ear after passing out in the back seat of whatever car he had been pouring everything he had left into, to make it run.

If only he could put that much effort into fixing the one thing in his life he wanted nothing more than to be righted once again. The same one tht had been staring at the garage for the better part of a day. If it had been anyone else at any other time, Rob would have laughed it off and made a big joke of it all; something about needing to warn Mar there was someone else in his life, stalking him. But this wasn’t just anybody; it was the last person in the world that would purposely be near him - let alone sit across the street and just stare. Unable to piece together another part right, looking over the jacked up pieces that Mia would have a right fit about, Rob threw caution to the wind as well as the last wrench in the palm of his gritty hand. He had to go say something. He had to at least try.

With a heavy breath, chucking on his jacket as the brisk fall weather started into it’s icy descent into pure bitterness he headed out to meet the one man he never thought to be without and had learned to do just that. There wasn’t a day he didn’t regret his stupid actions, even more so the way he handled it afterwards without so much as a sorry that wouldn’t stand up against the years of silence that lay between them. But Rob had never given up hope. Hope that he’d find someway to be worth forgiveness, worth speaking with again, and most of all to be worth calling him his brother.

Not a another thought crossed his mind as he kept his hands jammed into the pockets of his jacket, shoulders hunched until the distance evaporated and with it, the quiet confidence that he knew what he was doing. But nearing the man who had been closer than anyone who claimed to be family had been; a true brother.

"Hey." He paused. "You wanna grab a beer?"








Brother you don’t need to turn me away, I was waiting down at the ancient gate, You go wherever you go today, You go today

Brother you don’t need to turn me awayI was waiting down at the ancient gate, You go wherever you go today, You go today







Now or Never || Rob & Damien

thepiedcounselor:

Damien was tired. 

No, he was more than tired, he was lonely. And had been for some time. It seemed like he’d smiled more in the last few weeks than he had in the last ten years, but there was something missing. There was always something missing, but it was never more apparent than when Damien would have a thought pop up. An odd quirk, or inside joke that he knew with one glance he would’ve been able to communicate with Rob, but now it was like they were on opposite planets. 

He’d been complacent, stuck in a rut of silence and isolation, and Isabelle, of course, had to be the one to break through it all and show him everything he was missing. Everything that he had lost. He wanted the man he’d once considered a brother back, he just…didn’t know how.

Scrubbing a hand through wayward curls he grabbed his bag, looping it over his shoulder, and moving towards the door. He was tired of this place, tired of the quiet, so he was going to Granny’s. At least there he could have the illusion of not being alone. Grabbing the rest of his things he opened up the door to his flat, and came face to face with the last person he expected to see on his doorstep.

“…Rob.”

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He hadn’t known what to expect, walking over there, not even bringing Rebel along for a small piece of comfort that would have just ended up with him to continue to drive by. Exactly the reason he walked over, because he only trusted himself far enough that to get him there and hope that his legs would keep moving till he hit the front door.

Maybe he had been looking for a few more minutes, try to think up something clever to say or even a grunt that matched his usual demeanor when he was working in the garage, anything than the silence he met when Damien opened the door. Ten years was a long time to know someone and not really know them anymore, while everything he had wanted to say all but flew out his head.

Even though he had seen the other man, around town or even in the house he’d bought for him and Maria, they hadn’t been face to face for some time now, not really. Sizing him up, he stood there for a moment longer wishing he had brought Maria along or even Iz, someone to break the tension that was filling up that front door faster than he could even capture a thought in his head. They would have known what to say, what to do, instead of standing there, hands in pockets and grunt noncommittally before finally saying the only thing on his mind.

"Damien."




Now or Never || Rob & Damien

To say something had been weighing on his mind for some time now would have been an understatement. It was an everyday occurrence,  hitting about the same time everyday when he’d just look up from whatever he was working on and know exactly what time it was. 1:23 in the afternoon, same time every time. A silent reminder of everything he had lost that day, all those years ago, at the exact time he had dialed for the ambulance and subsequently ended a lifelong friendship with one of the few people that mattered to him, a man who was more like a brother than blood could ever hope to create. 

So when he looked up and found the time judging him again, like it did every day, he decided enough was enough. He and Mar were moving on, Iz had her life on track and judging by the way she lit up lately, he didn’t have to guess that there was a new someone in her life. She’d tell him when she was ready or he’d just find out on his own, maybe when his mind was less burdened. And that was the reason for him standing there, outside Damien’s house, unable to even sleep through the night without the nightmares plaguing him and waking both him and Maria. He had had enough. There was something that needed to be done, even if it couldn’t be fixed, even if he slammed the door in his face, he’d deserve it all but he had to try. It was now or never and Rob couldn’t have been scared more.

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Oh shit.

thepiedcounselor:

You tell them, and I’m going to tell them who really ate all of the pudding last Sunday. {Leaning down against the branch, he rested his hands behind his head, and crossed his legs at the ankle, staring up at the sky. He knew that people would have no doubt that it was the pair of them who had set off the fireworks, but without any concrete evidence, they’d get nowhere. And since any evidence was soon to be ash by the time the Sheriff got there, he’d be even more at a loss with what to do.}

You wouldn’t because then you’d have to confess who helped me eat the pudding by letting me in. We both know I’m temporarily banned from there. [It wasn’t supposed to go off here, actually it was meant for the middle of town but things got out of hand quickly and well, there they sat, waiting for the smoke to clear.]




Oh shit.

thepiedcounselor:

{Stumbling a bit as he was pulled down, he fell against Rob’s shoulder, grin widening as the teen counted down and when the last digit fell a wash of color appeared in the sky above them. Ducking as the occasional firework blasted over their heads, he could only laugh and stare up at the sky, watching it become painted with light.} I solemnly swear I had nothing to do with that.

Ooo, the nuns are gonna getcha for that whopper of a lie. [Laughing, he relaxed against the branch, waiting out the fireworks even as a few blasted against the other side of where they sat.]





“I love Chris and he loves me” 
-Tom Hiddleston

“I love Chris and he loves me”

-Tom Hiddleston




Oh shit.

thepiedcounselor:

{Rolling his eyes at the wink, he couldn’t keep his grin fully away as he followed after him. The moment Rob disappeared behind the fallen trunk he was dashing behind him, leaping further than he probably should and rolled through the grass a few times before sliding to a halt on his back, breathing heavily.} Well….he has come after you a number of times, if you’ve forgotten the Wellings incident, oh and the Robinsons. They weren’t very happy about their flamingos, if I remember correctly. {He tilted his head towards Rob with a grin before rolling to a crouch and moving closer to him, bunking down behind the tree trunk with him.}

[Pulling Damien down beside him, he held up his left hand and counted down silently with a big grin until the last finger fell away just as he heard the first of many fireworks go off in the distance, tearing up the sky and the forest with it’s screams and lights. Looking up, he watched as some of them broke free of their tethers and came flying at them, just shy of the trunk they hid behind, grateful it had been there for them.] The Wellings.. oh with their daughter, not my fault, she was the one who gave me the car keys and the Robinsons should have thanked me for what I did with those damn things if they knew I had done that. Still neither could be pinned to me despite how many evil eyes I got from them and the Sheriff cause someone is looking out for me. [Grinning, he looked over at his friend before turning his eyes back up and watching firework after firework light up the sky and trees around them.]




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