Daniel Christopher Morgan ☀ Morgaine Le Fay (tothenunnery) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2015-02-24 17:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | daniel morgan, zane rosen |
Who: Daniel Morgan and Zane Rosen
What: Two idiots finally realize how they feel about each other
Where: Daniel’s office in Camelot Castle
When: Tuesday, February 24th, 2014. Early evening.
Warnings: PG-13 for adorableness and some first base action
Notes: ... The doc got too long. We're insane.
Since the gossip rag had come out the day before, Daniel had been doing his best to isolate himself. He knew it was stupid, but he also knew that this was the second time he and someone in his life had been publicly linked like this, and this time it wasn’t even true. Or was it? Ever since then Daniel had been doing a lot of questioning about the nature of his relationship to Zane, some soul searching that had led him to the conclusion that some part of him had known how he’d felt for awhile. But that didn’t mean anything, in the end, and it certainly didn’t make it true. Not if Zane didn’t feel the same way. Daniel was almost certain that he didn’t, and that was fine. He valued the man’s friendship more than anything, and he was concerned that this was going to strain it. He didn’t want that. But he didn’t know how to broach the subject either, so instead he did something he hated doing. He avoided him.
It wasn’t too hard, considering they didn’t always work very closely together. They had been lately, and for the life of him Daniel couldn’t remember a solid reason why. Daniel often dabbled in the Magics department during the precious few moments of free time he had, but lately, he’d been making every excuse to visit the lower levels. And of course, there had still been their normal after-hours festivities. Daniel had never thought of himself as terribly oblivious, at least not when it came to the things that really mattered, so he had to come to the conclusion that maybe he hadn’t realized how he felt until now because most of the time he spent with Zane outside of work was largely under a haze of some kind of whiskey. He’d never minded that until now, but Daniel was starting to worry more and more that he’d pushed this friendship too far, especially if just going out in public with Zane was enough to get people talking. The night in question had been the benefit he’d invited Zane too where they’d spent most of the night ignoring everyone else in favor of the bar and each other, but at the time, Daniel hadn’t thought much of it. Now he felt more than a little foolish.
He wondered how Zane felt about it, but he was more afraid of the answer than he liked to admit. He wasn’t sure Zane even cared, after all, people who took a gossip blog seriously really shouldn’t. Daniel didn’t usually, but considering it affected Zane, he couldn’t not care. That was the real problem. He cared a little bit too much. Daniel had spent most of the day in his office, only leaving it for one outside meeting and spending the rest of the time making conference calls or just sitting at his desk and staring at the opposite wall until he went a little crazy. This was no good. He should really just find Zane and set the record straight. Lie, if he had to, just to keep his friend. Daniel realized he was selfish enough to do that, because Zane’s friendship had come to mean a lot to him, and he wasn’t quite prepared to lose that just yet. As long as Zane wasn’t bothered by the gossip, he could push the rest of it down. He could ignore how he felt. He’d had plenty of practice doing it in the past, anyway. Luckily (or not so luckily), Daniel had also had some legitimate distractions to deal with today. Mostly in handling the fallout from other parts of the gossip rag more centered around the Evans side of the family. Lydia had burst into his office in mild hysterics earlier, so Daniel had spent a good portion of the afternoon calming her down and mercifully not having to think about his own problems as much, which were miniscule in comparison to what the blogger had said about Lydia and Zach. He felt a little guilty for welcoming it, considering the nature of the distraction, but he’d done his best to comfort her and smooth things over.
It was the end of the day and Daniel was resigned to the idea of leaving his office and going straight for his rooms, hoping he didn’t bump into anyone who wanted to talk to him along the way. He was stalling at just the thought, still hunched over his desk and doodling around a few security briefings he’d already looked over twice when he heard the knock on his door, inwardly groaning though another part of him that he couldn’t readily ignore was already hoping it was someone in particular. “Yes, come in.”