Thread: Flames and Lies (Kaname Takashi & BloodandChocolate)

Zane had known this was going to end in ruffled feathers, important conversations with them usually did. More often than not, they were on the same wavelength, gave and took accordingly, but every once and awhile something came up that completely threw a fork in their tide. He didnt want to talk about this right now, and he wanted to say that. Genesis had created such a nice evening for them, and he wanted to go back to that . To soft jazz and good food and enough wine to get tingly and touchy and fall into bed and have slow, sensual sex for hours. That was gone now, though. Serious Waters were ahead and trying to abandon ship would only stress them further. Sometimes, Genesis age fucked with Zanes sense of time. There were so many years in his history, and it wasnt like the changeling had spent them sitting on his hands, never leaving his home. Hed seen things, done things, and sometimes Zane forgot that he was the one Genesis had chosen to settle down with. That this stuff wasnt all new just for him, but Genesis too. That there hadnt been someone like him before. Because I wanted a family with someoneand Ive never wanted to start of family with someone before you. Is both amazingly sweet and terrifying. Its a lot of pressure, a lot of expectation, and yet part of him swells with pride that hes so important. That after centuries But Genesis stands and Zanes not sure where he fucked up but he knows he did because the man is downing his wine and tossing his silverware and especially the stuff I never thought I could have. . Zane winces. That hurts. Hes waiting for the night to fall apart, but Genesis sits back down and hes not sure if he feels relief or more fear that this whole conversation is going to completely derail them. Youd make a wonderful father. Zane tries his hardest not to flinch. His chest feels tight and for the first time since moving out of his childhood home he wants to run . His nerves are pushing at him, telling him exactly where his passport is. A two week vacation, thats all he needs and hell be fine. He switches off his breathing, its an easy thing to do for a pureblood. Most of them chose to just because its comfortable, but he doesn't really need to, and if he keeps it on hell probably start to hyperventilate. Its an overreaction, based on Genesis tone, the small smile on his face. Hes somewhere good, seeing something good. But Zanes drowning. He doesnt want to be touched but he doesnt dare snatch his hand away when Genesis reaches for it again. It should be stabilizing, reassuring. His heart knows that, but his brain is failing to understand. Or your mother. Pain flashes across his face, he cant hide that emotion. And he cant look at Genesis anymore. So he puts his free arm on the table, elbow against the wood and forehead in his hand, trying to get a grip. He wants to say no, wants to put his walls up and retreat, wants to list all the reasons why he doesnt want to do this. But he cant bring himself to lay that Genesis. To stab holes so carelessly through something he really wants. Something that Zanes presence in his life had deemed possible. How can you be so sure? he asks softly, and he tries to keep his voice steady but he doesnt know if its working. I have his temper, and I have her whimsy. And I have his hands, and I have her eyes. Theyre in me, Genesis. Hardwired through my blood. And I can fight and scream and kick and refuse to admit that all I want, but it doesnt make it any less true. He feels tears but he refuses to cry because he honestly doesnt feel like cleaning it up afterwards. They werent always crazy. Alarick, maybe, at least always to Zane. But there were people who had adored him, who had spoken of his charisma, who had defended him until his first and last sunrise. And Valissa No. He couldnt even think about her.