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TITLE: Forever Can Be
RATING: PG-13
SUMMARY: His words were met with cheers and offers of congratulations but all Sergio could do was grip at the edge of the table and try not to hyperventilate.
FANDOM: Spanish Football (Ramos/Torres)
STATUS: Complete - One Shot
PROMPT: #003 (Ends)
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything. This story is a work of fiction and came from the deepest darkest corner of my imagination.
*~*
It was like someone had shoved their fist into his stomach. The blow came so quickly and abruptly that it left him gasping for air. It also left those around him looking at him strangely because there had been no blow - not a physical one anyways. It didn’t matter; Fernando had never needed to touch him to hurt him. When it came to Fernando, words were a powerful weapon and they were in fine form tonight.
“We’re engaged.”
His words were met with cheers and offers of congratulations but all Sergio could do was grip at the edge of the table and try not to hyperventilate. How could he do this? How could he tell him this way? How could be expect him to act like an overjoyed friend when his entire world was crashing down around him?
In that precise second, Sergio wasn’t sure what was worse; those who looked at him like a crazy person, Iker who was looking at him with far too much knowledge and concern, or the pure and utter happiness that radiated from Fernando. They were all shit, but it was the latter that was ripping his chest to pieces.
Unable to handle it Sergio hastily pushed his chair back from the table and sped from the room.
*
It took him less than twenty seconds to make his escape. Fernando watched him leave in-between the slaps that rained down on his back and the excited offers of congratulations. The fuss was nice, but it did nothing to calm the ever increasing sense of dread and horror in the pits of his stomach. It wasn’t the engagement that he regretted, because he always knew he would end up here and it felt right. His journey to this point in time could have been perfect if Sergio hadn’t always been yanking him off the path.
Fernando believed in paths. He believed that everyone had one and it was your destiny to walk it. You were born and then you died, but in-between you walked your path. He used to think that sticking to your path was a sign of success - but Sergio had showed him that it was only once you strayed off the path into the bushes that life truly began.
Sergio was always so much braver than him in that respect. He thrived in the shrubbery, and lived to run through fields of flowers in search of one adventure after another. Sergio had a path, and it was marked more clearly than others, but he deliberately avoided it, choosing instead to walk alongside it, but never following it precisely. He lived for the chaos and drama in life. Fernando appreciated that and for a time he had happily slipped off his own path to join Sergio in the fields. But everyone had to head back to their path eventually, right?
Excusing himself, Fernando removed himself from the table and set off in the direction Sergio had disappeared in. There were only two doors in the hallway; Fernando flicked his eyes over both before pushing the door open to the boy’s bathroom.
The bathroom was elegant, Fernando took a moment to sweep his eyes over the marble bench tops and golden fixtures before focusing on the pissed off right back in the leather jacket.
Pissed off is an operative word of course because it was impossible to even begin to describe the sheer amount of emotions running through Sergio’s eyes. He was angry and annoyed, but most of all he just looked trapped, like a cornered animal staring into the eyes of a lion.
“So are you going to congratulate me?”
*
The words were like icy pin pricks and for a brief second Sergio felt like he was going to lose his head completely and start raging and throwing things around the room. He was pretty sure that it would feel fantastic to take that ugly golden mermaid ornament and lob it at Fernando’s head. But instead he just took a deep calming breath and looked at Fernando. Really looked at him. As much as it killed him to admit it, Fernando looked happy, really happy. Gods they weren’t little kids anymore sneaking around and doing whatever the fuck they wanted. In that second Fernando looked so incredibly mature and grown up that Sergio knew without a doubt that he had been left behind somewhere along the way.
So instead of yelling and screaming like he really wanted to, he found a little shred of his own maturity and stepped forward wrapping his arms around Fernando’s shoulders and clapping him on the back. “Of course I am. Congratulations Nando, I’m happy for you.”
*
He was an awful actor, but he appreciated the attempt. He needed to know that he wasn’t making a horrible mistake here. He loved Sergio, but their paths were never actually destined to meet... right? The answer to that question seemed a lot less absolute now that he had him in his arms, so strong, solid and familiar. Fernando’s arms came around him slowly, but once they were he held on tight, clinging to his strength, loyalty and a bond that went so much deeper than anything he had ever experienced with anyone else.
“Thanks, I appreciate it.”
“Yeah well...” Sergio stepped out of his hold like he couldn’t wait to get away from it, “it was only a matter of time right? Everyone was expecting it.”
“Except you,” Fernando observed. “You looked pretty surprised by the news.”
Sergio dropped his eyes and shrugged, “yeah well... I’m not everyone.”
RATING: PG-13
SUMMARY: His words were met with cheers and offers of congratulations but all Sergio could do was grip at the edge of the table and try not to hyperventilate.
FANDOM: Spanish Football (Ramos/Torres)
STATUS: Complete - One Shot
PROMPT: #003 (Ends)
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything. This story is a work of fiction and came from the deepest darkest corner of my imagination.
*~*
It was like someone had shoved their fist into his stomach. The blow came so quickly and abruptly that it left him gasping for air. It also left those around him looking at him strangely because there had been no blow - not a physical one anyways. It didn’t matter; Fernando had never needed to touch him to hurt him. When it came to Fernando, words were a powerful weapon and they were in fine form tonight.
“We’re engaged.”
His words were met with cheers and offers of congratulations but all Sergio could do was grip at the edge of the table and try not to hyperventilate. How could he do this? How could he tell him this way? How could be expect him to act like an overjoyed friend when his entire world was crashing down around him?
In that precise second, Sergio wasn’t sure what was worse; those who looked at him like a crazy person, Iker who was looking at him with far too much knowledge and concern, or the pure and utter happiness that radiated from Fernando. They were all shit, but it was the latter that was ripping his chest to pieces.
Unable to handle it Sergio hastily pushed his chair back from the table and sped from the room.
*
It took him less than twenty seconds to make his escape. Fernando watched him leave in-between the slaps that rained down on his back and the excited offers of congratulations. The fuss was nice, but it did nothing to calm the ever increasing sense of dread and horror in the pits of his stomach. It wasn’t the engagement that he regretted, because he always knew he would end up here and it felt right. His journey to this point in time could have been perfect if Sergio hadn’t always been yanking him off the path.
Fernando believed in paths. He believed that everyone had one and it was your destiny to walk it. You were born and then you died, but in-between you walked your path. He used to think that sticking to your path was a sign of success - but Sergio had showed him that it was only once you strayed off the path into the bushes that life truly began.
Sergio was always so much braver than him in that respect. He thrived in the shrubbery, and lived to run through fields of flowers in search of one adventure after another. Sergio had a path, and it was marked more clearly than others, but he deliberately avoided it, choosing instead to walk alongside it, but never following it precisely. He lived for the chaos and drama in life. Fernando appreciated that and for a time he had happily slipped off his own path to join Sergio in the fields. But everyone had to head back to their path eventually, right?
Excusing himself, Fernando removed himself from the table and set off in the direction Sergio had disappeared in. There were only two doors in the hallway; Fernando flicked his eyes over both before pushing the door open to the boy’s bathroom.
The bathroom was elegant, Fernando took a moment to sweep his eyes over the marble bench tops and golden fixtures before focusing on the pissed off right back in the leather jacket.
Pissed off is an operative word of course because it was impossible to even begin to describe the sheer amount of emotions running through Sergio’s eyes. He was angry and annoyed, but most of all he just looked trapped, like a cornered animal staring into the eyes of a lion.
“So are you going to congratulate me?”
*
The words were like icy pin pricks and for a brief second Sergio felt like he was going to lose his head completely and start raging and throwing things around the room. He was pretty sure that it would feel fantastic to take that ugly golden mermaid ornament and lob it at Fernando’s head. But instead he just took a deep calming breath and looked at Fernando. Really looked at him. As much as it killed him to admit it, Fernando looked happy, really happy. Gods they weren’t little kids anymore sneaking around and doing whatever the fuck they wanted. In that second Fernando looked so incredibly mature and grown up that Sergio knew without a doubt that he had been left behind somewhere along the way.
So instead of yelling and screaming like he really wanted to, he found a little shred of his own maturity and stepped forward wrapping his arms around Fernando’s shoulders and clapping him on the back. “Of course I am. Congratulations Nando, I’m happy for you.”
*
He was an awful actor, but he appreciated the attempt. He needed to know that he wasn’t making a horrible mistake here. He loved Sergio, but their paths were never actually destined to meet... right? The answer to that question seemed a lot less absolute now that he had him in his arms, so strong, solid and familiar. Fernando’s arms came around him slowly, but once they were he held on tight, clinging to his strength, loyalty and a bond that went so much deeper than anything he had ever experienced with anyone else.
“Thanks, I appreciate it.”
“Yeah well...” Sergio stepped out of his hold like he couldn’t wait to get away from it, “it was only a matter of time right? Everyone was expecting it.”
“Except you,” Fernando observed. “You looked pretty surprised by the news.”
Sergio dropped his eyes and shrugged, “yeah well... I’m not everyone.”