Prompt: None. (Written for wheresmyshirtdojo on tumblr.)
Chase is not one for extravagant displays of affection in public — or in general, really. Fortunately for him, neither is Raimundo; the feel of warm sand beneath bare feet and the orange light of the setting sun reflecting off the open ocean as they sit beside each other in comfortable silence is more than enough for both of them, and so they sit, relaxed and content, until darkness falls and their respective duties demand that they return to their own homes — though the Heylin warlord does manage to pleasantly surprise the younger man before his departure when he runs a hand through Raimundo's wind-tousled hair in an unconscious attempt to give it some semblance of order.
"Until we meet again," Chase says, then, before disappearing in a cloud of black-green smoke, and Raimundo can only watch silently, a lazy, lopsided sort of grin growing slowly on his face as he takes the Golden Tiger Claws from his pocket and feels its familiar weight in his hand once again.
"Just remember to bring chocolate and roses next time," he replies to the salty night air, and in the blink of an eye he, too, is gone, and the beach is empty once more.