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Eustass Kid x Nico Robin Challenge: Kikitober 2024 "Metal Trinkets" Rating: General Audiences Warnings: None Tags: Soft Kid, Love Summary: Sometimes you don't need words to say 'I Love You'. Word Count: 363

"And on my easel I drew, while I was thinking of you."

      If only it was as easy to express feelings as it was to be an engineer. Cool metal provided relief to his hands against his skin from the humid summer air. She relishes the papers grain with each turn of the page. The trill of cicadas fills the air, harmonizing with the soft rustling of paper and the calm lap of ocean waves against the beach’s sand.       His

            favorite music.

      Her

      Kid’s heartbeat acts like a metronome, to his calculated movements keeping beat to its’ beat. Hands keeping a rhythm as he toys with his current project. Steady hands bend thin sheets of metal into perfect curves. A focused grip carefully sets pins in place, anchoring the pieces together. Meticulous and delicate work made easy with his large hands by the aid of the magnetic forces that aid him.

      Robin’s hand runs down the soft paper as she turns another page. Her eyes follow it’s path, landing on one of the trinket’s that now adorn her desk. A growing collection—each more intricate than the last. She reaches out a hand, fingers gently caressing the artifact closest to her. It’s a small elephant made of metal, a forest perched on upon it’s back. You would think each figure lain before her random, if you had not read the words pressed upon inks in her favorite pages. A single working stood taller than the rest, positioned thoughtfully at the corner of her desk. She adored the way it’s thin metal leaves glittered when moonlight streamed through the windows, it’s thick trunk decorated with small windows carefully carved into it’s uneven surface. A reflection of her once-home.

      Her eyes rose to the man opposite her, watching his hands busy themselves. The soft sound of his metal hand brushing against the copper he minded himself with ceased. The sound of moving pages stilled. Even the cicadas’ endless song seemed to silence as their eyes met. A small smile graced her lips as he reached out to her desk, adding another piece to her collection.

      Sometimes, you don't need words to say 'I Love You'.