latino_menace: (Half face)

Ramon had written the note before he'd headed to the club for the day. Now he's back and is rather surprised to not see Random on the beach or in the garden, because that's where he usually tends to be.

'Random?'
latino_menace: (Chill)

It's been a normal day, nothing out of the ordinary. He'd done a few hours at the club this morning, then left through the bar so that time didn't run on and Trumped back to Portugal. Lunch with Random and then Random'd gone to the bar, which he doesn't do that often, these days. So Ramon hadn't objected being left to babysit. Just spent the afternoon with paperwork, ate leftovers for dinner and put Martin to bed about seven.

Now? There's a football match on TV and he's vegging in front of the game with a beer. Quite bored really and wanting Random back, but putting up with it. He's almost on the verge of dozing off actually.
latino_menace: (Shades)

It's hot in Portugal. Really hot. Ramon's quite glad that Martin's on Haven with Arithon and Bianca because he'd only cry with this heat. He's enjoying it though, chilling in the garden with a drink and a book, wearing only shorts and shades. It's not a very interesting book though, and he's more concerned with where Random is actually.

'Random? What are you doing?'
latino_menace: (Hide/Sleep)

Ramon has no idea where Random is this evening, but figures he must have gone to the bar. He's been ages though and he couldn't wait up any longer. Martin was fed - rather grumpily from both parties involved, it has to be said - and put to bed and eventually Ramon followed his example.

Sleep is a good thing, he thinks. He's not really counting on getting woken up.
latino_menace: (R&R - Coloured)

It's been so much better having Random staying nights at the bar. But it's not home anymore either and it's nice just to come back through the door to a place that's just theirs.

Ramon puts down the bag full of baby stuff he's carried through and holds the door open for Random.

'I think I want to get drunk tonight.'
latino_menace: (...oh shit)

Ramon enters from the bar, conspicuously not holding Hel's sword in his right hand. His left arm is kept close to his body to avoid opening up the slice across his shoulder. The cold has made it stiffen but he's not too bothered about it - the conversation with Gorlim is on his mind more.

And then the one with Asandir too. All in all, it hasn't been a day for good news or easy talks with old friends.
latino_menace: (...oh shit)

The drive down yesterday had been quiet, but not awkward. They're rarely awkward with each other. The house, which Ramon hasn't seen in about forty years, is actually much as he remembers it - old, rambling, a little frayed around the edges. The front is reached by a long driveway edged by thick trees, the back opens up on to a beach. It's not a private one per say, but there are only five other houses in view along this back stretch and not many people in sight on the sand, despite the heat.

Things were unpacked and the evening had passed easily. Today, Ramon had gone for a long walk on his own, telling Random he needed some time. And now...now he's back and things are a little different. He doesn't want them to be but they are and he's terribly afraid that everything's about to be turned upside down.

But for the time being he just wants to relax, let this day wind down quietly. The midday heat is out in full force and he sighs with relief when he walks back over the cool flagstones of the kitchen, wondering idly where his lover is as he fills a glass of water.
latino_menace: (Haven)

It's been a long few months. It's involved cells and fights and sons and torture and sex and crying and laughing and breaking and paperclips and love.

And despite all odds, they've made it through. Happy, intact and together. More together than ever really.

Ramon's eyes flicker open around seven, as they usually do. And he's got plans for this morning but for the moment, they can wait. He just wants to hold his lover and revel in them being wrapped round each other once more.
latino_menace: (R&R - Simply True)

If Random were to see the book he'd bought for them around Christmas, he might notice a piece of paper sticking out of it. It certainly wasn't there before Ramon left.

Maybe there was a reason he'd ran upstairs to collect something forgotten right before leaving?

One more letter )
latino_menace: (R&R - Simply True)

He'd asked for one day, where it was just them. No bar, no other people to bother them. Just one day where they could be together. There's still a possibility it'll be the last time.

Random had said to him that he should just tell him in the morning, whichever day he wanted. And now it's just after dawn and he's woken up and...he can't keep doing this. Putting it off

(I can go tomorrow, just one more day with him)

and putting it off - it'll still be there. There's no avoiding it...

...and it's time to go home.

But he'd asked for this day together, and Random had said yes - so this is it. Ramon lies on his back, his fingers playing through the blond hair of the head that has lain on his chest all night. And watches him in the pale early morning light because he loves doing that. And if he doesn't wake him up, then the day won't have started yet, not properly.

(Just one more day with him...)

OOM: Later

Jan. 11th, 2006 09:20 pm
latino_menace: (Reclining)

There's been some rest, which is a good thing. it was needed. And some pottering about, not doing much of anything.

But things are still not right. Neither is sure that they were clear earlier and that doesn't make for a relaxed atmosphere. So they're both...around the house, doing...things. And not really talking about it, both lost in trying to work things out.

Sadly, up until this point, not with each other.
latino_menace: (Haven)

It's been a very boring two nights. And annoying too, in that while he tried to while away the time by reading or finalising things for the business in his head, his brain insisted on making him remember the last time he sat in this cell.

It's not that pleasant. Not claustrophbic, like Random gets. Just uncomfortable with the reminders.

But it's over now and he's in a jaunty mood as he walks free because there's home to go to and all other unpleasant things are locked out of his head until tomorrow. For now, and the rest of the day and night, he's just going to enjoy being with Random.
latino_menace: (Chill)
Ramon's back at the house, putting together a sandwich in the kitchen and waiting for the coffee to be ready. The fire's lit and he's been lounging around with a book - he's happy enough, thinking that maybe things for Random are on the up again after the conversation at the bar this afternoon.
latino_menace: (Bzuh?)
Ramon, as promised, has waited up for Random. He's in bed and reading but still very much awake.

Which is good, because when Random staggers in it looks like he needs someone to talk to. Desperately.

'Baby?'
latino_menace: (R&R - Simply True)
Ramon eyes the bike with a gleam in his eye, just because he wants to drive it. He does idly wonder why it's here though.

'Random, I thought you liked the plane. Trying to run away from it so soon?'

He's only teasing though, and lets himself get pulled to it easily enough. 'Where are we going? And more importantly, can I drive?'
latino_menace: (Smile - 3)
Ramon grins as they walk back into the flat because...damn, Random hadn't been kidding about being tired. He's leaning on him as they walk through the front door and as soon as they get to the living room, he just flops onto the sofa with an exhausted sigh. He chuckles and leans over to kiss him lightly, then heads to the kitchen.

'You want a drink?'
latino_menace: (Default)
AN OCEAN WALK -
A Story by Steph.

(Random shows Ramon a little about operating out of Milliways.)


The ocean breeze was a pleasant thing to feel in ones hair, especially on a day like today. The weather was brisk, then sun bright behind a layer of fog that hadn't quite dissipated along the shore line. It'd be cool, Random decided, were it not for the overlarge fleece (a burnt orange, of course) and would be lonely, if it weren't for the company. So he grinned, sliding an arm around his companion's waist, and sighed.


He more felt than heard the noise, as Random was pressed against him. He'd slid an arm around his shoulders without pausing to think (which now amused more than scared him) and the sound had been lost under the roaring of the waves. Weather at home was a lot hotter, but Random was warm so it didn't seem to matter so much. Of course, that didn't stop him from muttering profanities in a rather mangled stream of Portuguese, English and Spanish when they were forced to swerve to avoid a particularly large wave. It had made it a little farther than the others on its quest to flood the beach, before seeping, defeated, back to the water.

The Amberite just smirked, and noted - in a rather long-suffering tone, that he might have to cancel plans to go swimming later if Ramon was afraid of getting his feet wet. Upon which Ramon threatened to toss him into the ocean, fleece and all, and see how he liked walking around in wet shoes all day. Random didn't reply, just narrowed his eyes and peered down the beach.

Ramon wasn't expecting shouts that suddenly broke the silence. He'd been about to ask Random why the sudden tensing of his shoulders, when the first of the calls reached his ears. Two travelers, another pair of men, walking, no, striding, towards them. They looked like they were lost- big men, typical of Texorami, the shorter maybe 6'2, the second...perhaps...half a hand taller? Appearances typical of the region, and clearly so, so drunk. A mild annoyance crept through him, because Dammit, this was their bit of beach (not really) and should bloody stay that way.

And then, when he finally heard what they were shouting, a wave of absolute fury crawled through him.

"City meat! Look at 'em…"

"Fuck off! This's our town."


Random was watching them, an absolutely neutral expression on his face. The one Ramon had come to associate with deep shit. His first thought was that Random was actually letting this get to him. Which, in hindsight, was pretty accurate. Merely mistaking 'startled' for 'livid.' Also, his reaction of sliding an arm back around his waist and holding him a little tighter may not have been the best response, given circumstances.

"It's alright, Random. Lets just…"

He was interrupted, of course, by another shout. But this one had something to it that he didn't like. Something that set him on edge and made him whip his head around in time to see the shorter man stoop for a rock, snatch one approximately the size of his fist, straighten, and throw.

In no sane world would the rock miss them. The man was, at this point, less than twenty feet away and clearly knew what he was doing. In the space of the three seconds it took, Ramon watched the motion, wondered why the fuck it had to be late enough in the day that the man wasn't sunblind, and tried to think of what to do fuck it's going to hit him...


And two gunshots rang out.

Ramon let go a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, and Random slid the weapon back into his belt. He didn't so much as blink at the muffled thud of a body hitting the sand, not at the patter of a dozen shards of stone raining down on the beach between them.

The taller man stared in shock as the blood began to flow from the single wound to his friends forehead, then stared up at the pair of them, an expression of horror crossing his face as it slowly began to register.

"Get the fuck out of here or join him."

And though Random's tone had been perfectly pleasant, the man was gone in less than thirty seconds, racing away, across the grass covered dunes and out of sight. Satisfied, Random walked forwards a few steps, took a longer stride over the fallen body, and a few more normal paces, before turning to look back over his shoulder at Ramon.

He was bent, examining the rock fragments littering the sand. He glanced up, their eyes met briefly, and he nodded a reassurance to the silent question written on Random's face. After a long moment he selected a large shard, picking it up and sliding it into his pocket as he stood, striding quickly after Random, who'd already started off down the beach.

They walked in silence until the sun was directly above them and a small town came into sight. Then it was time to clamber up the rocks that separated the sand from the earth, and onto solid ground. And finally, Random spoke:

"You know, I didn't actually have another bullet left."

But his companion merely slid an arm around his waist, and grinned.

"Would it have made a difference?"

You know me too well--

--I know you better than that.


"Come on, Random, let's grab something to eat. We'll go out- somewhere we haven't tried before. I'm feeling lucky."

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