Zane Rosen § Vanyel Ashkevron (ashke) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2014-05-10 18:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | leopold bannon, zane rosen |
Who: Zane and Ban
What: Van and Tylendel have a lot of catching up to do.
Where: Zane's apartment.
When: Sunday afternoon
Warnings: Language, mentions of suicide/attempted suicide, teenage angst, substantial schmoop, and PG-13 sexual situations.
It wasn't that the nightmares were getting worse. It'd be really hard for them to get worse; Van might have had time to process all the shit that happened to him, but Zane had gotten hit with it all at once, and he wasn't at that coping with it stage yet. So, no, it wasn't worse, it was just a little disturbing to see Ban's face where he'd dreamed of Tylendel's all those years. Made it more real, in a way, because Tylendel was already gone, and fictional. Ban was a real person that Zane kind of liked in spite of the overwhelming urge to run the other way.
Since he'd already cleaned up a little for Henry's lesson the day before, there wasn't much that Zane had to do to get ready for Ban to come over. Wasn't like Ban hadn't seen it at its worst, either, since Tylendel had decided to drop by unannounced, but that just made Zane want to show that he and his apartment could clean up nicely. Mostly, for him, that meant combing his hair and wearing jeans without holes. For his apartment, it meant making sure that all the crap on the floor was shoved under a piece of furniture, the dishes in his sink weren't actually overflowing, and nothing smelled weird. Okay, so his standards were low. He'd at least made sure that his guitar and lute were in their cases and shoved into a corner instead of taking up half the couch, so he gave himself bonus points.
By the time two o'clock rolled around, he'd worked himself up to being nervous enough to completely overcome how fucking exhausted he was. Van wasn't helping with the nerves, either. Actually, he was more nervous than Zane, for once, which made a nice change. He'd just forced himself to sit down on the couch when he heard a knock on the door that had him jumping up like there were springs under his ass. He took a deep breath and made himself not run to the door, but walk over like a normal person and open it. "Hey, come on in."