OOM: Unbreakable
Aug. 6th, 2006 11:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
latino_menaceThe studio had been nice and it's easy to sleep anywhere when you're with someone you care about. Still, it's nice to be home and be able to clean up properly. Ramon's heading to the bathroom to shower and shave, his thoughts turning towards coffee and lazing about - maybe doing a bit of paperwork later, maybe not. He's tired, but happily so. He wouldn't have thought it possible, so soon after their seperation, for he and Random to settle back into such a rhythm. He's not complaining, obviously. It's nice to be able to believe that the time spent apart hasn't damaged them as badly as he feared it might.
Which isn't to say things are perfect. For example, while it's nice to spend all their time in bed (if exhausting), Ramon can't pretend to himself that it's simply a matter of lust. But it doesn't matter. They're not going to be apart again. He knows it, and that's good enough for him.
Something feels a little off today though, but he can't put his finger on what. Maybe it's just that the hot weather on Haven has broken a little and the green sky outside is a touch overcast. Still, it niggles at him and continues to do so as he takes a hot shower, then a cold one to wake himself up. Ten minutes later, he's wearing only jeans and standing in front of the bathroom mirror, shaving carefully. And that's when he notices what's different.
It's a ring.
He's wearing a ring.
He'd always worn one, actually, until he was put in prison. But this is not a gold one with a black stone, worn on the little finger of his right hand. No, this is quite different.
This is a
(wedding ring)
thin gold band, and it's on the fourth finger of his left hand.
He's frozen in place for minutes. Literally minutes. And then he...well, he swallows, and notices that even under the shaving foam and his tan, his face is a little white. But he finishes what he's doing because he can't cope with this situation with half a stubbly face. He needs time to think.
I'm wearing a wedding ring.
...why the hell didn't he tell me?
Because there's only one person it could have come from, of course. This is not the same ring he wore briefly when he was officially married. That had been large, thick. Practically a signet ring. But this one is thin, gold, understated.
He finishes what he's doing, managing to cut himself rather spectacularly in the process because he can't take his eyes off the thing.
'Fuck!'
But it's OK, really. Because, for whatever reason, Random's given him a ring that'll tell the world he's off the market. And he doesn't mind at all.
He's smiling as he leaves the bathroom, holding a wad of tissue to his chin. With his right hand, because he's still looking at his left. It almost feels heavier, now he's noticed it - but a good way. He toys at it with his thumb, twisting it, getting used to it. Because he's not taking it off.
Not ever.
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Date: 2006-08-09 12:56 pm (UTC)"I have you. I know. I told you, I'd never had an immortal before? Sure, some races last longer than others, but you're as much a first for me as I am for you."
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Date: 2006-08-09 11:03 pm (UTC)He kisses the top of his head, still holding him. Loving him being this close.
'I wouldn't have bothered with extending my life if it weren't for you. I'm glad I have though. The more years we have together, the better.'
He can't imagine how painful it would be if he hadn't had the opportunity. To live, knowing that he'd soon be leaving Random behind. It would be - and had been - unbearable.
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Date: 2006-08-09 11:07 pm (UTC)He closes his eyes, and just keeps breathing him in. That'll never get old. Never, ever.
"I can't wait. To live with you."
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Date: 2006-08-09 11:14 pm (UTC)Another kiss to his head, because that'll never get old either.
'We made it already. We're here.'
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Date: 2006-08-09 11:17 pm (UTC)He smiles, against Ramon's skin.
"I mean to keep doing it. You know? I'm looking forwards to doing this, with you. To every second spent like this. To every bath I spend sitting between your legs, leaning back against your chest. To each breakfast one of us sets on fire."
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Date: 2006-08-09 11:42 pm (UTC)'I see what you mean.'
The pad of his thumb strokes gently at a spot just below ad behind Random's ear. Every part of him deserves love.
'That's a nice thought. I could live with that. Us like that, always.'
The idea would have bored him before. Strange how things change.
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Date: 2006-08-09 11:44 pm (UTC)He yawns, because this is a rather relaxing place to lie.
"Us changing together. Finding new places for ourselves. Exploring things. Together. Growing older. Together."
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Date: 2006-08-09 11:59 pm (UTC)This whole situation is relaxing. It's almost like a weight being lifted off, one that he didn't realise he'd been carrying. He feels lighter. This one little thing that he's wearing, and their forever is confirmed.
'It sounds good. I don't know. You have more experience with this sort of thing than I do. But I'm looking forward to it.'
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Date: 2006-08-10 12:07 am (UTC)He yawns again, and lets his eyes close.
"Perfect. Utterly. Very. Thank you."
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Date: 2006-08-10 12:39 am (UTC)He kisses his head again, smiling quietly to himself. A sleepy Random is a pretty sight.
'Have a sleep. I'll wake you up for lunch.'
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Date: 2006-08-10 12:49 am (UTC)He curls close, and closes his eyes tight, and relaxes, with a little yawn.
"G'night."
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Date: 2006-08-10 12:51 am (UTC)Has to say it, again. He's wearing the wedding ring the man gave to him. Has to say it always.
He watches him sleep, looks at his new decoration. And wants nothing else, ever.