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Black ice was the least of your problems as you sped home. Ramattra held onto the handle above the door, his titanium grip threatening to tear it off the ceiling. You could barely see beyond your tears, let alone the snow-smudged windscreen. You turned a sharp corner, the car screeching on the thin ice before sliding off the road. Luckily, it was just fields and paddocks as far as the eye could see. Ramattra tore your hands off the wheel, but you resisted.
“Let me drive,” he commanded. “You’re not fit.”
“I need to get there as soon as…. As I can!” you cried, trying to reverse the car but stalling it instead. You punched the wheel with a defeated grunt.
Ramattra’s hand ghosted over your own, lowering it onto yours in a quick motion. He stared at you, saying nothing until you yielded the driver’s seat. You got out of the car, slamming the door behind you before walking to Ramattra’s side. He opened the door, looking down at you before patting you on the shoulder. You sniffed, falling into the passenger seat in defeat.
Ramattra hunched over the steering wheel, quickly adapting to the position. He wasn’t going to tell you that he hadn’t driven before - he didn’t want you to be even further upset. He calculated that it was probably safer for him to drive, despite his lackluster knowledge. He glanced over at you for a moment, your head pressed against the passenger window, your eyes and nose puffy and red. He rumbled to himself before driving the car back onto the road.
Ramattra still sped over the limits, but maintained better control than you did in your shaken state. He had never considered how severely emotions could carry over into the physical state. Then, as he thought about it more, he realised that there was a somewhat similar connection in his own body. Nemesis form. He only used it in states of rage, to protect himself - a state of body that he developed out of his own instinct to grow stronger; to survive.
He recalled the night you returned from your date. Your hand was bloody, yet you had no wounds. Had your rage compelled you to violence, such as his own had for him? He wondered what you had looked like in that moment, to raise your own hand against another human. For someone who had been described as ‘too nice’ to be pushed to the edge. You had denied that very nature that seemed to define you in that moment.
Ramattra’s priorities shifted at that moment. He couldn’t afford to criticise the change; he couldn’t afford to succumb to anger as well.
“Eloise is nice,” he said. You simply hummed weakly in agreement. He continued, “I didn’t get the chance to thank you.”
Silence. Ramattra looked over at you, surprised to see your eyes falling shut. The surge of adrenaline must have exhausted you - a quick scan confirmed that. He sighed, taking it easier on the road now that you had fallen asleep.
The car jolting to a stop nudged you awake, your confusion quickly dissolving into urgency. You ripped the seatbelt off and darted out of the car, running to your shop on the other side of the street. You hadn’t even bothered to look for traffic, as the state of your shop was your main priority.
Rose turned his head at your footsteps.
“Oh, you’re here!” Rose embraced you, rubbing his hands up and down your back. “I called the police.”
“What good are they gonna do…” you hugged Rose weakly.
Upon letting go of him, you stepped over to the scene.
While not all windows had been broken, all of them were damaged at the very least. You knelt down at a stray page that scattered from within the shop. It was scorched. You felt your chest threaten to collapse in on itself as you slowly stood up, running inside.
Rose and Ramattra followed in after you.
Charcoal. From the centre of the shop, scorched blackness bled out, devouring everything within the centre. Shelves collapsed, books simply ceased to exist as nothing more than ash.
You fell to the ground, your hands limp by your sides.
“Oh… honey,” Rose knelt by your side, pulling you into another hug. “I’m so sorry…”
“This is it,” you shook. “I need to leave this place.”
Rose rested his chin atop of your head. He looked over at Ramattra, who turned his attention elsewhere. He observed the scene, his thoughts untelling behind his faceplate.
“Darling, this isn’t the end…” Rose cooed.
“But it is,” you whispered, too weak to even cry. “I can’t afford to fix this…”
“Not alone, no…” Rose gently pulled you to your feet, walking you upstairs to your home.
Hours passed, and you hadn’t left your room. Rose and Ramattra sat in the lounge room, respecting your privacy against their own wishes to comfort you.
“At least the house is alright…” Rose sighed. “Who could have done this?”
Ramattra leaned back in his chair, his arms crossed over his chest. “Their date.”
“You really think so?” Rose tilted his head.
“Obviously.” Ramattra huffed.
“What makes you think that?”
“Humans have a tendency not to take ‘no’ for an answer. Revenge.” Ramattra leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he stared at Rose. “The majority of the male sex seems to act on primal instinct rather than empathy or common sense. Just my observation, though.”
Rose turned his head as he reflected on Ramattra’s words.
“There are some people in this world… who are not worthy of redemption, Rose.”
Rose whipped his head back to Ramattra, whose red lights seemed brighter than he’d ever seen.
“What are you implying?” Rose asked, trying to conceal the shake in his voice.
Before Ramattra could answer, the omnics’ attention turned to the sound of your door opening.
Your eyes were puffy and purple, and your hair was slicked on your cheek from tears. You looked away from the two of them, wishing not to be perceived at all. You stepped into the bathroom, closing the door behind you, sparing no words.
Rose looked back at Ramattra, who was staring at the ground.
“You need to stay here, Ramattra.” He placed his hand over Ramattra’s own. “They can’t be alone right now.”
Ramattra turned his head away. A few moments passed as he gathered his thoughts.
“I suppose you’re right.” He huffed.
Rose chuckled, “Some people may not be worthy of redemption...”
Ramattra’s hydraulics tightened at the echo of his own words.
“…but I believe you are.”
The ravager looked over at Rose, his systems stalling for a moment. Rose simply tilted his head and hummed.
Their attention shifted again as you left the bathroom. You realised that you couldn’t avoid them forever - especially Ramattra. You sat down on the couch next to Rose, resting your head on his shoulder.
“How are you feeling, dear?”
“Awful…” even the small act of talking threatened to turn you into a weeping mess.
“Let me make you a hot chocolate.” Rose rubbed your shoulder before standing up, striding into the kitchen.
You sighed, looking emptily at the coffee table before you. Ramattra bounced his leg for a few seconds before he stood up, planting himself in the spot next to you on the couch.
A heavy sigh left his ventilation as he stiffened beside you. You would’ve chuckled, had you the energy.
“I’m sorry,” he said quietly. His voice seemed to resonate through your bones - this was the closest he’d been near you on his own terms. “I wish I could have… done something.”
You looked over at him, a weak smile pulling on the corners of your lips. “Just you bein’ here is enough…”
Rose hummed softly to himself as he observed the two of you. He never would have imagined that a human would become the anchor in Ramattra’s life… nor would Ramattra become the anchor in a human’s life.
“Here you go,” Rose placed the mug on the coffee table before you. “I made sure to put sugar in it.”
“Thank you.” You chuckled weakly as you held the cup up to your lips.
Rose sat on a single recliner, leaving you and Ramattra on the couch. He grabbed the TV remote and turned it on. One of your favourite shows was playing.
“Oh, this episode’s good!”
After a few episodes of mindlessly watching, Ramattra was pulled out of his braindead state when a weight had fallen onto his lap. He looked down; you were out, cold. He looked over at Rose, his hands raised as if to say “What do I do?”
Rose simply shrugged as another smug hum escaped him. Ramattra growled, but as you nuzzled into him, he stopped. He slowly lowered his hands, one falling over your shoulder, the other on the arm rest. He slowly rubbed his thumb back and forth over your skin, absentmindedly counting the moles on your arm alone.
There was fear running through his processor as his thumb ran over your skin. Was he being too rough? Was he hurting you? The ideas disturbed him, but it wasn’t in his nature to be gentle. Yet, as you let out a snort in your slumber, he realised that you must be somewhat alright. That he was being delicate with you.
The fact that you were a priority in his systems didn’t disturb him as much as it used to, especially when you were in such a weak state. Rose was right - you couldn’t be alone at that moment. You needed to be around others.
“I don’t think it’s wise… for them to stay here,” Ramattra said, his voice quiet. “I fear that… this place isn’t safe for them… anymore.”
“What would you suggest?” Rose crossed his legs as he rested his chin in his hands.
“I would suggest moving away, but…” Ramattra looked down at you, a stray hair falling over your cheek. He brushed it away as he continued, “…I know that they don’t have much money.”
“Hmm…” Rose hummed. “Things will work out.”
“Hm.” Ramattra huffed, “That’s optimistic.”
Rose stood up and grabbed a blanket, gently dragging it over your body. As he made for the door, Ramattra stiffened.
“Where are you going?” he hissed.
“I have things to do at my own home,” Rose chuckled. “I will come back tomorrow.”
Before Ramattra could protest, Rose walked out the door. Ramattra looked down at you, using his lap as a pillow.
“Surely that can’t be comfortable…” he mumbled, slowly leaning back as he stared at the ceiling.
He thought that by looking away from you, he could pretend you weren’t even there. Your natural warmth seemed to radiate through his cold, metallic body - as did the rhythm of your breathing. The sensation of it all burned into his processor against his will.
Ramattra looked down at you slowly. He realised then that he hadn’t seen the act of sleeping - it was foreign to him. He wondered how long you’d sleep for, given how much energy you had burned. Part of him hoped it wasn’t long, as he was unsure how long he’d tolerate being used as a pillow. The other part, however, wanted to see you regain your strength. Something twisted within his systems when he saw you crying like you were, and he didn’t want to see it again.
He ran another diagnostic scan on himself. He needed to find out why his systems had set you as a priority. It wasn’t so much of erasing the priority anymore, despite his initial disgust for it. While he grew to somewhat accept it, he just couldn’t understand why.
I went to the beach the other day and found the sweetest man ! He stood by the water and he sure looked like the prettiest thing ever !
Although , when I turned away for a couple of moments , he swam far out into the lake , and did some kind of Mitosis . . . Kind of freaky , but I have three little sweethearts instead of one now !
This was really just another excuse to post my photography and speak about Ramattra again . It's been a while , and I miss feeding into my heavy overwatch interest once a day , so I'm hoping to start posting again regularly !
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