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[nostraightlines]

Hey, you've reached Ramse.
If you meant to do that, leave a message.

I'll get back to you.

Comments

Text;

[partnerinheels]

I can only clean the guns and watch one guy shoot for so long before going mad.

[nostraightlines]

Slow day at the range, huh?

I'm out looking for work. There are more signs in windows than I thought there'd be.

[partnerinheels]

Yes.

I'm not surprised. Any top choices?

action; honey, i'm home

[splintercells]

Ramse?

[The door of their place opens, then slams shut after a thump, like Cole's kicked it shut. Sure enough, his arms both hold large paper bags, and delicious smells are coming from them.]

Got you something. Us something. A celebration for the job. Where are you?

[nostraightlines]

I'm right here.

[ Impatient impatient, Cole. Ramse comes out of his room and walks over, reaching out to take one of the bags from him. It sure smells amazing. ] What's all this? How much did you get..?

[splintercells]

Chinese food, best in town. And enough to feed either an army or us. You gotta -

[He's about to walk past into the kitchen when he sees it, and his lips immediately start to twitch. He opens his mouth, which stretches into a huge smile as soon as he does it, then closes it again when he realizes he can't play it cool; his words come from just barely pursed lips.]

Uh. Ramse. [He clears his throat pointedly.] You got a little. On your face.

text;

[nulliverse]

i dont work tuesdays
and ive gotten wednesday off
if that works for you

Re: text;

[nostraightlines]

That works great.

Come by my place Tuesday morning? I'm sending you the address.

[nulliverse]

ill be there

can i ask you something first?
two things actually
or rather ask you something and tell you something

voice;

[dekillified]

Do I talk differently? I need a judge.

Re: voice;

[nostraightlines]

Assuming you mean from Cole, you realize you're asking the most biased person in the city.

voice;

[dekillified]

No, I had no idea you knew Cole best and would know his voice inflections enough to properly judge how differently I speak. How could I have realized that?

voice;

[splintercells]

Ramse, can you have a talk with your new girlfriend?

[To his credit, he only sounds mildly annoyed.]

Re: voice;

[nostraightlines]

[ Ramse wonders what Cole's calling in the middle of the day for, and rolls his eyes when he hears that. He answers dryly. ]

Ha ha. What's the matter, man?

[ There'll be a 'don't call her that' eventually, but Cole does sound like he's got a problem and at the end of the day, Cole comes first. ]

voice;

[splintercells]

She says she's holding my shirts hostage. And with no demands, which sounds like she's just taking them.

text;

[partnerinheels]

Save me from the farmer's market.

Re: text;

[nostraightlines]

If I show up there we'll both be trapped.

text;

[splintercells]

Ramse, I just got some news I think you're gonna like.

Re: text;

[nostraightlines]

Yeah? What's that?

voice;

[nulliverse]

Ramse? Are you busy this evening?

Re: voice;

[nostraightlines]

[ ...Celeste is actually calling instead of texting? That must be something important. It takes him a little longer to get back to, but when his group for the day stops for lunch he steps aside to return the call. ]

Hey, I'm free. What did you have in mind?

for sheva;

[nostraightlines]

[ The walk back to her apartment is made in relative quiet. He's still tense, but it's not tension between them. It's a watching-the-darkness-hoping-for-a-fight sort of tense, one that he tries to cram back inside the bottle it's snaked out of. He knows she feels it in him, in the way she reaches up and touches his arm above their joined hands, and that helps. That always helps. Sheva helps.

He holds the doors for her because that's what he does, and his arm feels cold when she pulls away to get into the apartment so once they're inside he wraps that arm back around her and draws her close to his chest, just holding her there with his face pressed into her hair. He needs that moment.

Why he decided not to spar with her is... something he needs to think about, another time. Is it really just that he's afraid he'd lose control and hurt her? He knows he's capable of hurting someone he loves under extraordinary circumstances but this is just restlessness. Maybe he doesn't feel like holding back and getting his ass kicked. Maybe he feels like winning, and that's a dark thought.

One for another time.

Ramse loosens his hold enough to smile at Sheva, enough that she could slip away now easily. To take jackets off, or they haven't turned the lights on yet, maybe she'd like to do that, although there's plenty of ambient light coming from the street lamps below. He can see her just fine, in any case, and that's all that matters to him. It strikes him how beautiful she is every time they're this close -- every time he sees her, really, but especially when they're this close -- and there's something about how the shadows play across her face that makes him want to trace every curve. So he does, lifting his other hand and stroking her cheek with calloused fingers. That same hand was in an upset fist before but now it's gentle, the caress warm as it trails down to her jaw and tips her head up. The lingering tension is hiding in his arm now, making his hand tremble just slightly as he dips his head.

This might not be why she brought him home but Ramse can't stop himself from kissing her. They can relax and cuddle and watch a movie or whatever she had in mind after this, but he needs just this one kiss. And the next. And maybe the one after that, if she's receptive to it. ]

[partnerinheels]

[Even though he's tense and she can practically feel the coiling of his more primal desires, Sheva doesn't press during the walk. While she knows the walk helps a little, the BSAA agent's more than aware it's not nearly enough because she's been there in various shapes and forms over the years. She keeps up with the physical contact, not overwhelming him, but showing him that she's very much there and he's certainly not alone.

It's unexpected when he wraps her so fully in an embrace, and she exhales in a soft sigh, pressing herself into his warmth as her own arms wrap around his waist. In this position, her breath tickles his neck and just under his jaw, and she nudges her nose against him and what scruff occupied the skin.]

I'm here--not going anywhere--and you can be you. I trust you Ramse.

[She whispers low against his skin, holding him tightly for as long as he'll allow, one hand moving slowly along his back in attempts to comfort him, to bring him back to her bit by bit. Quietly, she eases her hold as well, not extracting herself from the physical connection they still share, not yet. Her eyes had long since adjusted to the low light of the night, and she's able to see his smile mixing with his wariness just fine. Humming, she intends to reach up and tussle his longer hair, but he beats her to the small affections.

Her breath catches slightly, visibly entranced by the moment, leaning into his touch with her own little smile as she searches his eyes for anything and everything. A feeling of calm warmth floods her as he guides her into a kiss, and she finally brings her hand up to also delicately trail along his jaw as she softly returns the kiss, hoping he feels her earlier words echoed there as well.]

AU; also for sheva

[nostraightlines]

[ This isn't a situation that Ramse ever thought would come about.

He shouldn't be so surprised. The representatives approached people who wanted things changed, after all, and it took at least three from their world that he knows. There could have been others that he never met and didn't run into in Eudio. So it's not that strange that they'd bring his son, and he knows exactly what Sam asked for. He just doesn't know how to deal with it. He's brought Sam back to his apartment and pulled out the spare blanket, focusing on setting him up on the couch... treating him like anyone else from home is easier than treating him like a son, because Ramse doesn't know how to be a father. He'll have to figure it out on the go.

It's his day off and Sheva was supposed to be meeting him at a restaurant that evening after work. Briefly, Ramse considers canceling on her... then he realizes that this is something he should have told her long ago. He texts her, knowing that she'll get it on her next break. ]

Hey, can you come by my place tonight instead? We can order in.

[ Then he gets back to setting Sam up on the couch. They still have to go out for a few things, but they can make it to the shops and back before Sheva's off work. ]

[partnerinheels]

[There's absolutely nothing in that text that should give someone the inclination that something's wrong, or at least off from normal. Except Sheva knows something's not quite right, that something's changed. They've been looking forward to this dinner all week. It hadn't been a special occasion, but it had been a nice place and they'd planned for some dancing afterwards.]

Of course. Then you can tell me what's wrong/what happened when I show up

[When she does arrive, she's about fifteen minutes early thanks to the perks of being the manager and the range being slow. Truth be told, she's been thinking about him the bulk of the afternoon, but had given him space, knowing that if it had been urgent, he would have stated such. He's stronger than he gives himself credit for.

She's changed out of her clothes smelling of gunpowder and into something a little cleaner, but still simple and comfortable enough. She knocks, shifting back on her heels as she waits for him, worrying more than she'll let on outwardly.

He'll receive a smile when he opens the door, but more importantly, she's looking him over to make certain he's okay.]