Zane Rosen § Vanyel Ashkevron (ashke) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2015-08-24 12:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | daniel morgan, zane rosen |
Who: Zane Rosen & Daniel Morgan
What: Zane’s fairly sure it’s just not normal to date six months without fighting.
Where: Daniel’s office at Camelot
When: Monday, August 24, afternoon.
Warnings: Language because Zane, will probably end in sex, anything else TBD.
As much as Zane did his best not to compare his relationship with Daniel to the only other serious relationship he’d been in, sometimes he couldn’t help it. Case in point, come evening Zane and Daniel would have been dating for six months exactly, and last time Zane had been in a relationship for six months, he’d been planning on getting married to the guy. Looking back, it was pretty damn obvious that the only reason he’d proposed was that he’d thought it would mean an end to the fights about Camelot, and Zane’s friends, and everything that Ban had thought Zane was putting ahead of their relationship. Wasn’t so much that Zane had wanted to get married that fast as it was he wanted to give Ban some kind of solid promise that he was fucking serious about making them work. More serious than he should’ve been, considering how often they fought. After they’d gotten engaged, Zane had kept pushing the actual getting married part off further and further, while Ban pushed right back to do it fast. Turned out that it was a real good thing that Zane had dug his heels in, because it hadn’t been but two weeks after what he’d considered their sixth month that he’d ended up walking out the door during Ban’s family’s Thanksgiving, finally clued in to the fact that there were some problems that making promises would never fucking fix. Breaking up had been hard enough, getting a divorce would have been a nightmare.
Zane hadn’t so much as thought about bringing up getting hitched to Daniel (or, hell, even told Daniel that he loved him, even though he was pretty damn sure he did). Wasn’t because he hated the idea of it, either; he could sure as hell see himself in it for the long haul with Dan, if they were fortunate enough to live that long, gray haired old men quoting along with The Princess Bride by heart while they sat all tangled up on the couch. It was just that he didn’t feel the need to hold on so tight, with Daniel, because it didn’t feel like everything was constantly on the edge of falling apart. They spent plenty of time together, especially in the last almost month that he’d been crashing at Camelot while he closed on the house he was buying, but when Zane wanted to hang out with his friends, it wasn’t some kind of ordeal to check in with Daniel and let him know where he was going, no more than he made it for Daniel to let him know that he had some work to get done, or that it was a family night. Being with Daniel was easy, easy like nothing else in Zane’s life had ever felt easy. He couldn’t even remember the two of them fighting about anything… and, well, that was kind of the problem, wasn’t it?
It wasn’t like Zane was a dumbass. He knew that the amount he’d fought with Ban wasn’t normal. That was one of the reasons they’d broken up, that Zane was too fucking tired to keep fighting with him. Thing was, though, only time he and Ban hadn’t been fighting was when Zane had gotten too tired to keep fighting, and just started agreeing with what he wanted so that he didn’t have to argue. Yeah, he knew it hadn’t been healthy. Thing was, though, people who cared about each other fought. Zane’s parents had fought, behind their closed bedroom door, though it had always ended up with his mom giving in and agreeing to whatever his dad had said. Zane and Daniel, though, they just didn’t fight. Ever. He might have been worried if they’d fought in the first couple of months of their relationship, but surely by six months in, there should have been something that they’d gotten into it about, even something small. Zane had learned his lesson; if there’d been something that he’d been unhappy about, he sure as fuck was going to speak up about it, because keeping his mouth shut and letting it get worse hadn’t helped. He wasn’t unhappy, though, there wasn’t a damn thing about them, as a couple, that had ever made him less than happy. It was impossible for them to both be that happy with everything, though. Didn’t make a bit of sense. Zane didn’t want to be Ban, or especially his dad, in this. He didn’t want to somehow back Daniel into doing what he wanted, to keep him happy, just so they wouldn’t have to fight about it.
He’d been paying attention, though. Hadn’t gone quite so far as to use his empathy to check in, intentionally, but no matter how much he was shielding against it, he’d been starting to pick up on Daniel sometimes. It was damn embarrassing, and he’d been trying to fix it, but fact was he knew that Daniel wasn’t upset about anything when it came to the two of them, either. All the facts put together had confused the fuck out of Zane, until a really fucking stupid little thought had crept into his mind… what if Daniel didn’t fight him on shit because he just didn’t care enough to fight about it? Yeah, Zane knew how little sense that made, which was why he hadn’t brought it up, but shit like that lingered, there every time you turned around, until you couldn’t stop thinking about it. He reminded himself that Daniel was pretty damn fond of him, that if he didn’t care he wouldn’t spend quite so much time with Zane, that Daniel had more important things to worry about than whether they ate what Zane liked, or did what Zane wanted to, more than his fair share of things. It wasn’t that Daniel didn’t care, it was that in the grand scheme of things, that little shit didn’t fucking matter, and aside from Daniel helping him pick out his house, there hadn’t been any kind of big situations they might have needed to fight about.
Zane hadn’t been planning on bringing it up… ever, honestly, but especially not on their fucking anniversary. Sure, it’d been on his mind most of the day, but he knew that once he and Daniel were hanging out, he was going to get the fuck over it, because nothing made him feel better like hanging out with Daniel. After going back and forth over it for a few weeks, trying to decide if getting something for the half a year mark made any sense or if he ought to wait for their one year, Zane had ordered the dorkiest box of chocolates he’d ever seen and topped it off with the usual gag gift... and, yeah, he'd maybe splurged a little on some lube that was a little pricier than what he usually grabbed, and a pack of ultra-thin condoms. Might have made more sense to wait until they were in Daniel’s room for the night, but Zane had been really fucking good that morning, not going to pester Daniel while they were supposed to be working, and he couldn’t fucking wait any longer to see his boyfriend. He planned to go in, plop the bag he’d shoved the gifts into on Daniel’s desk, and tell him happy anniversary.
Of course, what Zane meant to say and what Zane actually said? That didn’t always match up, as Daniel knew pretty fucking well. One of the first things he’d found out about him. That meant that what actually came out of his mouth, when he slipped into Daniel’s office and closed the door behind him, plain blue bag in hand, was, “Why the fuck don’t you fight with me?” Might have been able to get away with it, laugh it off, if he hadn’t sounded mad. Well, fuck, looked like they were talking about it.