Ramiel

Cyn was disheartened. Settling down had been difficult since the two returned from Spain. She’d thought that it was a good idea… to take him to a place that was so familiar to her, to show him a bit of what she’d gone through in her time away. The pack was busy chasing her somewhere else, the last that she’d heard… but they’d found her. They’d found Ramiel. Her love. Someone who meant the world to her. They’d already taken everything else from her. Cyn and Ramiel fought for their lives, and they fought for each other. Finally… They made their way back to Wayward Rose, somewhat worse for wear… They were healed, but only physically. 

As a means to ensure his safety, and ease her own mind, she put Ramiel on a curfew. 3 AM was more than enough time. 2:30 am rolled around and she could feel her anxiety rising. Texts went unanswered. Calls went unanswered… until an hour later, and he stumbled in. 

“Late?” She was up from the couch in the living room, at the door to confront him. “Where the fuck were you?” His scent let her know and she shook her head. “Don’t answer that. Drinking, Ramiel? It smells like you ran through every bar in the city.”

While neither of them could be said to be poor communicators to begin with, they were probably better at expressing themselves with others than to each other. There was some pride to it, but mostly the desire to spare the other from living your inner turmoils with you. Even before they went to Spain Ramiel had been feeling a bit adrift. Like he didn’t quite knew who he was outside of their relationship. Or who he wanted to be now that Cyn had claimed him a second time. In the cells he had been the joker, as well as a fierce fighter. And he’d had something to still fight for then. Now? Not so much. 

It scared him, not having a cause to fight for. Made him feel directionless and without a purpose. Somehow he’d kind of had this hope that they’d eventually leave this city behind, start anew somewhere else. But given that they’d both left her pack with a vengeance, the chance of that seemed very slim. 

Her rushing him made Ramiel hold his hands up a little defensively, while he was feeling what had to be a headache coming on. “Easy. Every bar? Now thats a bit dramatic. It was just the one.” he said, not entirely sure why him drinking ought to tick her off like this. “I’m hungry..” he muttered, skirting around her in the hopes that she would let him get to the kitchen. 

“oh yes, i do know the fluffy sugary stuff,” she teased in return with a chuckle. as he explained why he was here she nodded her head, “you’re claimed?” she questioned, head tilting. it was almost necessary that she try and find out as much as she can about anyone she met. it was mainly because she liked being able to know if she could use things against people if needed, but it usually wasn’t needed. “yes, it is quite nice of them. though, for werewolves..?” she didn’t see much reason to but she assumed she never would. she shoved another piece of the cotton candy in her mouth. “what’s your name?”

“Not bad.” He playfully rebutted with a small laugh of his own, glad she could take and follow up on a joke. It always unsettled him when he ended up speaking to someone who didn’t find humor natural or engaging. “Yes, I have been for a while now. But we’re both allowed our fun.” he said calmly, not minding her questions. A lot of them were standard ones he was used to answer. “Well it is nice for the wolves to be able to run without harming anyone. And it ensures the rest of us are safe.” he stated. He knew Cyn was relieved to be able to run free without the looming dread at least. He took another bite of the candy, liking the taste but sort of wishing he’d have bought something to drink. “Ramiel. And yours?” 

It was an odd coping mechanism, one he had only learned from spending a lot of time with Brandon. Drinking because you wanted to escape your thoughts and feelings. Deep down, Ramiel knew it was only a temporary solution. He also knew that given the wonky climate the whole town was in, this was a rare opportunity for him to actually reach a buzz or more without drinking thrice as much as everyone else. One might suggest that as a reason for spending five hours at a bar without answering your phone or looking at it really. He just wanted.. peace. To sit alone and observe the world around him, while trying not to think. Regret was creeping in as he pushed down the door handle at home, trying to be quiet as he stepped into the hallway and took of his shoes, uncertain whether or not Cyn was still awake. The sudden break in the quiet though told him she were up. “Yeah yeah, I’m a bit late..” he said, thinking they could shrug it off. 

a soft laugh left her lips as he offered her the cotton candy, brow raising a bit. “cotton candy?” she questioned, eyeing the ball of pink fuzz in his hand. “you have no one else to give this to?” she asked out of curiosity before accepting the cotton candy and tearing a piece off to pop it into her mouth. another angel. there seemed to be a lot of them here. of course she really only preffered one angel, she found most of them to be fun. “you’re here for festival, yes?" 

Her laugh made him grin a little goofily, liking the fact that she saw the humor in the situation. “Yes, you know the fluffy sugary stuff.” he replied teasingly, hoping she wouldn’t mind taking it off his hands. It would be so damn embarrassing to have to eat both in a public setting.. he who wasn’t even really a big fan of sweets. But he had figured that he was supposed to try and enjoy himself tonight. “No. My mistress slipped off to somewhere. I’m sure she had something important to do and will find me later. I thought it better to share it than toss it away.” he said, half explaining himself as best as he could. “Thanks for relieving me of the burden.” he half joked when she accepted it, nodding a bit in gratitude as he too tasted a piece of the fluffy substance. “I am. Its nice of the council to throw it.” Of course it would be nicer of them to stop the damned slave rentals altogether but he knew that would never happen. Instead he tried to just accept the fact that he couldn’t change things even though he wanted to. His kindness would only backfire.