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"Give me your hands."
His sudden words shook up you from the depths of your thoughts. "What?"
"Give me your hands. You’ve been trying to warm them up for the last five minutes," Ramattra repeated.
You both sat in one of the upper rooms of the monastery, from where a wide opening gave a stunning view of the nearby valley and mountains. The sun had already set below the horizon, and the sky was starting to turn from orange to purple and gradually to a deep black.
The sparkling light of the stars wrapped around the almost full moon.
This was a room designed for meditation for the omnic monks here; however, the rising wind sometimes passed through the place and made you shiver.
"The last five minutes?" You hummed - truthfully you actually tried to get your fingers warmer deep inside your pockets.
"Yes." There was a question in the omnic's voice.
"You counted the five minutes?" With a playful glint in your eyes, you glanced over him, rubbing your fingers together again and again, hoping they would finally stop tingling.
Ramattra scoffed. "Unlike humans, I can sense the passage of time. Now give me your hands, or we will go back down," he added, "like I told you we should half an hour ago."
A tiny smile played on your lips. "All right, all right. I'll do anything, just let’s stay up here a little longer."
He just muttered something that you couldn't catch at first. Your gaze was already back at the gorgeous landscape.
The nights in Gibraltar were beautiful, but perhaps you loved the dawns best - when silence fell over most of the base, when everyone was either not awake yet or the night owls had already gone to sleep. The horizon was then a yellow, flowing across the sky in all its shades, as if someone had painted a path in front of the Sun with a brush.
You thought those dawns would stand like that forever, but of course, they couldn't. You had to run, and you ran at the end of the world - or at least you felt it. And you ended up in a monastery filled with omnic monks.
"Anything you say?"
There was something in his voice that caught your attention.
"Yes?"
"In that case." His body changed in an instant, the form of his nemesis appearing, but before you could react a mechanical arm gently scooped you up and put you into his lap.
"What are you--?"
"Shush." Those massive arms rested on the two sides of his body, the other two of his hands slipped inside your pockets, and firm but warm fingers wrapped around yours.
You swore that the omnic who pulled you in let out a little huff.
He was as human as any people you have ever met, or even more; however, there was no way you would ever mention it to him. Ramattra was close to you, but Zenyatta cautioned you at part of the omnic's past. He was still a Ravager, like many of them were created to fight a war. In a way, he reminded you of Jack.
Neither of you spoke about the past - there were too many wounds, and they reached far too deep. Instead, both of you chose to focus on the present, at least for now.
"Thank you." Your words were barely whispers, carried by the night breeze. You leaned your back against his chest and enjoyed it as his body radiated warmth. Slowly, with each tiny stroke on your skin, you felt the tingling sensation emanating from your fingers.
"You're welcome." His voice was steady, and you wanted to think that gentle, too.
A part of you wanted to confess your past, so you know that you two could have a future. Each and every day you felt your feelings growing towards the Ravager who was holding you in his arms. Yet fear and so many doubts stood in your way again, holding you back, freezing the words on your throat when you two were alone.
"Hey, Ramatra." Every day you wanted to throw away your stupid heart for falling for the one omnic who probably would never be with you if he'd known your past.
"Yes?"
You let out a shaky sigh. "Just, thank you." Well, you just couldn't say those words, not here, not right now. Once again, you chose to ignore the past and only focus on the present - his metal chest against your back, his arms around yours, and his fingers gently keeping yours warm.
"You're welcome."