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asphaltcowgrrlTitle: In the Blood
Fandom: Romani Detective Original Fiction
Pairing: Andrej Zeklos/James Rosewood/Zayne Reyes
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 730
Summary: Andrej thinks about human nature and how some things are instinctual.
Author’s Note: Written for the A to Z Challenge at 1_million_words. I went with blood for the letter b, but behavior might also work.
Our natures are curious things, Andrej thought as he watched Zayne smile at the young girl working the coffee cart. Although Zayne was in a happy, committed relationship, his natural urge to flirt couldn’t be stifled. Most of the time, he could ignore it, mainly because his partner’s jovial personality is what had drawn Andrej to him in the first place. And then there were days like today when he wanted to slap Zayne upside the head for making him jealous as hell.
He looked over his shoulder at Zayne and rolled his eyes. The girl couldn’t be more than twenty, close to half Zayne’s age, and yet, Zayne remained undeterred. Andrej knew his boyfriend was only being friendly and yet it still annoyed him. He sometimes wondered how he put up with it all. Why he put up with it all.
Sometimes, love wasn’t a good enough reason. But then, Zayne had gone from a real threat to anything female, to being mostly harmless.
James, on the other hand, didn’t have a wandering eye. No, he was quite the opposite, Andrej realized. The redhead zeroed in on what he wanted and refused to give up until he had it. Andrej knew that one firsthand as James had not only pursued him rather relentlessly, but he’d also tried to ward off Zayne. That last bit hadn’t worked too well, as evidenced by the fact they were in a rather messy polyamorous relationship currently.
That didn’t mean Andrej wasn’t happy, because he was. Honestly, he was happier than he’d ever been in recent memory and it was all due to his boys. No, the trouble was with his own blood, his own nature.
That damn Romani urge to wander.
Andrej had been settled for most of his life. His family had stopped traveling shortly after his brother Tobar was born. Apparently traveling in a small vardo with two rambunctious young boys and an infant was more than his parents cared to deal with. However, the desire – need – to roam was still flowing through his veins. The fact he’d landed in the US by way of Paris was confirmation of that.
He sipped his iced coffee and glanced over at Zayne who was finally making his way over to where Andrej stood, waiting. Times like this, when he was stuck waiting – on Zayne, on James, on warrants, whatever – his need to go really reared its ugly head. Fidgeting, he chided himself for even thinking along these lines. He had a nice home, good friends, a stable job, and two amazing boyfriends. Why would he want to leave any or all of that behind?
“Not leave it behind,” he muttered. “Not for good anyway.”
“What was that,” Zayne asked. “Can’t tell if you were muttering in Romanian or just mumbling incoherently.”
“Did you not tell me the other day that they were the same thing?”
“Only because Romanian is not one of the languages I speak currently,” Zayne clarified. “So, truthfully, it’s all incoherent to me.”
Andrej laughed and allowed Zayne to lead him back into the station. “We will have to work on that, nu?”
“Da,” Zayne replied, grinning that he wasn’t completely ignorant. “Seriously though, yeah.”
“Good,” Andrej said, bumping his shoulder into Zayne’s, “because I would love to take you home with me some day.”
“Some day,” Zayne teased. “I saw those travel books you thought you were hiding in your desk. Tell me you’re not planning a trip sooner than ‘some day’.”
“I cannot help but want and dream,” Andrej said. “It does not mean I am making any plans.”
“Yet,” Zayne said, grabbing the door into the homicide bullpen and holding it open.
“Maybe,” Andrej said, going into the bullpen ahead of his partner. “But nothing is for certain. Maybe we will take a trip somewhere closer, first.”
After all, his wanderlust wasn’t directed towards home, only to the goal of not becoming stagnant in one place forever.
“Yeah, that would work, too,” Zayne said.
“That is good to know,” Andrej said, shaking his head. “You and Jay and I can talk about it later, over dinner.”
“Now that’s a plan,” Zayne said, sitting down at his desk. “Much better than this crap anyway. But, it’s a living, right?”
Andrej thought about his home for a moment and sighed. “Yes, it is a living, a good one, too.”
Fandom: Romani Detective Original Fiction
Pairing: Andrej Zeklos/James Rosewood/Zayne Reyes
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 730
Summary: Andrej thinks about human nature and how some things are instinctual.
Author’s Note: Written for the A to Z Challenge at 1_million_words. I went with blood for the letter b, but behavior might also work.
Our natures are curious things, Andrej thought as he watched Zayne smile at the young girl working the coffee cart. Although Zayne was in a happy, committed relationship, his natural urge to flirt couldn’t be stifled. Most of the time, he could ignore it, mainly because his partner’s jovial personality is what had drawn Andrej to him in the first place. And then there were days like today when he wanted to slap Zayne upside the head for making him jealous as hell.
He looked over his shoulder at Zayne and rolled his eyes. The girl couldn’t be more than twenty, close to half Zayne’s age, and yet, Zayne remained undeterred. Andrej knew his boyfriend was only being friendly and yet it still annoyed him. He sometimes wondered how he put up with it all. Why he put up with it all.
Sometimes, love wasn’t a good enough reason. But then, Zayne had gone from a real threat to anything female, to being mostly harmless.
James, on the other hand, didn’t have a wandering eye. No, he was quite the opposite, Andrej realized. The redhead zeroed in on what he wanted and refused to give up until he had it. Andrej knew that one firsthand as James had not only pursued him rather relentlessly, but he’d also tried to ward off Zayne. That last bit hadn’t worked too well, as evidenced by the fact they were in a rather messy polyamorous relationship currently.
That didn’t mean Andrej wasn’t happy, because he was. Honestly, he was happier than he’d ever been in recent memory and it was all due to his boys. No, the trouble was with his own blood, his own nature.
That damn Romani urge to wander.
Andrej had been settled for most of his life. His family had stopped traveling shortly after his brother Tobar was born. Apparently traveling in a small vardo with two rambunctious young boys and an infant was more than his parents cared to deal with. However, the desire – need – to roam was still flowing through his veins. The fact he’d landed in the US by way of Paris was confirmation of that.
He sipped his iced coffee and glanced over at Zayne who was finally making his way over to where Andrej stood, waiting. Times like this, when he was stuck waiting – on Zayne, on James, on warrants, whatever – his need to go really reared its ugly head. Fidgeting, he chided himself for even thinking along these lines. He had a nice home, good friends, a stable job, and two amazing boyfriends. Why would he want to leave any or all of that behind?
“Not leave it behind,” he muttered. “Not for good anyway.”
“What was that,” Zayne asked. “Can’t tell if you were muttering in Romanian or just mumbling incoherently.”
“Did you not tell me the other day that they were the same thing?”
“Only because Romanian is not one of the languages I speak currently,” Zayne clarified. “So, truthfully, it’s all incoherent to me.”
Andrej laughed and allowed Zayne to lead him back into the station. “We will have to work on that, nu?”
“Da,” Zayne replied, grinning that he wasn’t completely ignorant. “Seriously though, yeah.”
“Good,” Andrej said, bumping his shoulder into Zayne’s, “because I would love to take you home with me some day.”
“Some day,” Zayne teased. “I saw those travel books you thought you were hiding in your desk. Tell me you’re not planning a trip sooner than ‘some day’.”
“I cannot help but want and dream,” Andrej said. “It does not mean I am making any plans.”
“Yet,” Zayne said, grabbing the door into the homicide bullpen and holding it open.
“Maybe,” Andrej said, going into the bullpen ahead of his partner. “But nothing is for certain. Maybe we will take a trip somewhere closer, first.”
After all, his wanderlust wasn’t directed towards home, only to the goal of not becoming stagnant in one place forever.
“Yeah, that would work, too,” Zayne said.
“That is good to know,” Andrej said, shaking his head. “You and Jay and I can talk about it later, over dinner.”
“Now that’s a plan,” Zayne said, sitting down at his desk. “Much better than this crap anyway. But, it’s a living, right?”
Andrej thought about his home for a moment and sighed. “Yes, it is a living, a good one, too.”
