Running Wild

[last_to_kneel]

Who: Varon and Resa/Esmerelda Vanuatu
What: Varon has gone rogue and Dartz has hired a hunter to find him.
Where: Barcelona, Spain
When: Present Day AU

With so many variables to sort out in his life, Varon had decided to break from Doma. He never liked to conform to the rules of megalomania yet he was trapped. The Stone of the Orichalcos acted like a beacon and he knew it. He never ran from anything in his life, though this is the first time that he felt he had to. Killing was wearing him down. He saw too many faces in his dreams to keep going with his present occupation, and he wanted out.

Confronting Dartz at his current state was out of the question. The cobblestone streets of the old Barcelona bull run streets offered some comfort. A cantina tucked in the shadowed alley offered a place to rest for a while. Dismounting the yellow Suzuki Intruder Super Sport, he looked down the street. It wouldn't be long before he would be tracked down, so he figured that a small breather would be better than none at all.

Entering the cantina, he eyed around the small bar, and he took a seat in the corner. His eyes watched the door. He knew someone was coming. He just didn't know when...

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[neverwavering]

"Rent a car? Varon, my dear, why do that when we can ride in style?"

When they were at the filling station, Resa quickly went to work on her cell phone. One of the props of being at Doma was to have people cater to your every whim, however inane it was.

"Yeah, hi - can you bring over my car? Yes, the Koenigsegg, though I suppose the Thunderbird would be a good one... Anyway, make sure it's here A-S-A-P~! ♥ Thank you for being such a doll. I'll be sure to talk to him about a raise for your good work!" After the call was done, Resa put her phone back into her pocket, a skip in her step.

"It'll be here within the hour or so."

[last_to_kneel]

He tried not to pay attention to the call while he was attending his bike. The moment she mentioned the Koenigsegg and the Thunderbird, he shook his head with a grin. Okay, she showed him up on that one. The Thunderbird would be nice but the Koenigsegg would be better.

"So who's drivin'?" He asked as he replaced his gas cap.

[neverwavering]

"Me, obviously. I don't think you can handle a girl like her," Resa teased while poking Varon playfully in the nose.

"I mean, Glory's nice and all, but she doesn't compare to the beaut that is Koenigsegg."

[last_to_kneel]

His eyes crossed slightly from the playful tap. He blinked the action away and smirked with a soft huff. "Figures. I'm not into manhandlin' girls no matter the make. Glory's my girl anyway. She's way sleeker an' better tuned for speed, plus she responds t' me pretty well. I need nothin' more."

Of course he liked being in complete control which was why he liked his bike. He has a Jeep back at the compound that he uses once in a blue moon. Still, his bike was his vehicle of choice.

[neverwavering]

Okay, that? That was definitely laugh worthy. "No wonder you're so enamored with her! Why, I think if you had the chance to, you'd marry your bike right on the spot and not care what others thought."

Sure, she had a whole stock of cars back home that she liked to drive around for fun, but all they did was just sit around.

[last_to_kneel]

"Geez." He shook his head and mounted his bike again. The things people say often made him wonder where their minds go half the time. He liked his bike. He liked having complete control of her and he threw a fit when Mai took his without permission because hers was left behind when she went over the deep end. Ever since, he hadn't trusted Mai for her selfish actions.

"You got anything better than that?" He chuckled. "I'm not into inanimate objects that way. I just like Glory."

[neverwavering]

"Sure, sure, keep telling yourself that. Denial's not just a river in Egypt," she said, getting back on the bike and wrapped her arms around his waist once more.

"I think I can torture you just enough with buying a suit. Maybe we could do something with your hair on top of that."

[last_to_kneel]

"Eh? What's wrong with my hair?" He almost gave a pout as he tried to flatten it with his hand only to have it pop back up in place. He slipped the goggles back on his face with a lopsided grin.

"You're not gettin' it cut." He already thought of pulling it back into a ponytail than to mess around with his locks in any other style.

[neverwavering]

"It's too spiky, but hey - maybe we could do pigtails instead. You've got enough hair." She grinned back as she teased him more while they drove off.

"Or maybe a nice bowl cut would work better..."

[last_to_kneel]

"Are ya nuts?! I'm ain't sportin' no pigtails!" Luckily they stopped at the stop light when his response came through a little too loud, causing drivers in other vehicles to either turn their heads away or roll up their windows to laugh.

[neverwavering]

Resa let out a snort and started to laugh loudly, holding her sides for a bit. "C'mon, you could be Varon Longstocking!"

[last_to_kneel]

"Oh, hell no!" It was bad enough that he was picked on about the things he couldn't change like his height, stature and facial features. It was another to be picked on about the things that gave him his trademark appearance. Pigtails...are definitely out.

"You know how wrong that sounds?" The light turned green and he smirked. "Green light."

[neverwavering]

"Let's make up a theme song to go along with it. And maybe we could even add in some bows to go along with your pigtails."

"Va~ron Longstocking! He wakes up in the morning and braids his hair! He's Va~ron Longstocking! Great and fit as he is just and wit! He's Va~ron Longstocking!"

Yeah. There was no winning with her.

[last_to_kneel]

If it wasn't for the fact that he was driving, he would have put his hands over his ears. "La-la, I'm not listenin'~! LA-LA-LA-LA-LA! And I don't wear stockings!"

He was feeding fuel to the fire without realizing it. He's not exactly the greatest multi-tasker and it was beginning to show. Talking and riding wasn't his strongest suit.

[neverwavering]

Oh, indeed he was feeding fuel to already burning fire. Now Resa realized that she had ammo against him - very precious ammo, in fact.

"Maybe you do in your spare time!"

[last_to_kneel]

Another stop light. It was about a thirty minute trip and each minute was becoming excruciating with each jab to his delicate male ego. "I do NOT!"

People in cars had another good laugh from an outsider's point of view, they appeared like a bickering married couple than a team. "Not now, or ever will ya get me in anything that looks girly, hair or otherwise. That's Amelda's thing with those freakishly long-ass opera gloves. I swear him an' Mai trade clothes."

[neverwavering]

A bickering married couple or a team - it didn't matter which. All that mattered was that Resa was having fun with this mission and it was a stark change from what was the disaster in Spain.

"Oh yeah?" While they were waiting for the light to turn green, she moved up to start braiding Varon's hair on the spot. "...Though, don't put that mental image in my head again. I do not want to picture Amelda wearing one of Mai's corsets."

[last_to_kneel]

Varon shuddered at the thought and the mental image practically burned in his mind. "Great, thanks. I needed that in my head." He smirked. Of course, now he was playing along, not knowing that she was braiding his hair in the wait. "That tickles."

[neverwavering]

"Think he'd be able to wear one of Mai's skirts? I mean, those aren't your average mini-skirts, oh no. Those are mini-mini skirts. ...But, I guess he shaves his legs, too..." Yup, give her an opening and she will run with it.

"Ah, so you do have a ticklish spot. I'll be sure to tell Amelda and Raphael later, just to let them know." Though, she still went at it, humming a little bit.

[last_to_kneel]

"No, no! That's gonna be so freakin' weird! I'm not gettin' groped by dudes! Ugh, now I need brain-bleach for that image." The thought of Amelda wearing a micro-mini wasn't what he wanted to think about. If Amelda was a woman, then he wouldn't complain.

Two years of growth since he arrived in Doma, his hair was a little longer than it once was. Still, the braiding went unnoticed. "Havin' fun?"

[neverwavering]

That definitely helped her to laugh even more as she managed to quiet her snickers down to a low roar. "So sorry, we're all out of that."

At his question, she nodded and continued her braiding before she moved to another lock of hair.

[last_to_kneel]

"Can we talk about somethin' else then?" Varon was still oblivious that she started braiding another lock of hair. This light was a lot longer than he liked and sighed.

"Come on, I didn't exactly bring my lunch, ya know." They were on a time limit and needed to get there before the students left the dig site.

[neverwavering]

"Fine. What do you want to talk about?" she asked, still working on her braiding as she managed to finish another lock of hair. "Oh, hey - the light's green."

Though, at the mention of food, she did get hungry and it showed with her stomach growling a bit. For someone who was malnourished back in the days, eating anything was essential to get her strength and maintain her health.

"After we get back, let's get something to eat. I'm starving."

[last_to_kneel]

"Sounds good." It was time to shift gears and get moving again.

The humming of the engine masked both of their stomach pains. He hadn't eaten anything other than something quick along his way which wasn't much. He avoided a lot of things while he was on the run and now it was catching up to him. Being young did keep him from getting sick.

He had to stay alert. "Right, now we got ten minutes on this run. I'm gonna see if we can beat the lights." He increased his speed just a bit more and started to weave through the flow of traffic.

[neverwavering]

Along the way, Resa quickly shifted into a businesslike personality as she nodded. Ten minutes shouldn't be that bad. She knew that some missions tended to be even shorter, which she was fine with.

"Ten minutes is all I need," she said, holding on to Varon a bit tighter.