tensions rising {Calypso/Zane}

[Calypso Donovan]

Calypso sighed as she sat down on the couch located in the center of the large sitting room of Donovan Manor. She was glad that for now at least, Zane seemed to be nowhere in sight. She was sure he was in the house, due to the fact that his dog Max was nowhere in sight as well, and normally he followed Jaycee around like a lovesick puppy when Zane was away. But thankfully, although he was home, he seemed to have found something other than aggravating her to do with his time, and for that Calypso truly was glad. Curling up comfortably on the couch, the warmth from the fireplace hitting her, she opened the book she had begun reading earlier that day in hopes of finishing a little more of it. All of a sudden, her beautiful German Shepherd Lulu came bolting into the room and stopped near her feet in front of the couch. She looked at the empty space on the couch, and barked cheerfully, as if to ask if it was all right to join her, and laughing, Calypso nodded, and patted the spot letting the dog know it was fine to jump up. Lulu jumped excitedly onto the couch, and curled up near Calypso's feet with an almost smile on her face. Jaycee, Calypso's siberian husky, was asleep not far from the couch, right in front of the fireplace and funnily enough sounded a bit like she was snoring.

Smiling, she patted Lulu on the head. "hey there girl, it's good to see you," she cooed. And with that, she went back to reading her book. She hoped beyond hope that she wouldn't be interupted, but knew that eventually, Zane would surely come bother her... as much as she dreaded it. It was so hard being in the same room with him. So hard to pretend like she wanted him to go away, when truly all she wanted was to be in his arms. But she was determined not to let herself get hurt again, and that meant she had to keep herself from giving into him. So, she continue to make him think she wanted nothing to do with him, let him think she hated him, even though, deep down, she never could. Merlin her life had become difficult, living a lie, being married to someone she had hoped never to see again when she graduated, but at the same time, someone she secretly hated not seeing whenever he was gone. She sighed again, as she continued to read in silence.

[Zanathos Donovan]

[/i] a thing. In fact, they slept in separate bedrooms, and when both of them were home at the same time, pretended that the other simply didn't exist. Or at least, that's what Calypso did. Zane tried his best to light a spark between them, and re-kindle the flame that burned between them when they were both fifteen years old.

But she was making it extremely difficult.

Zane had no desire to leave his home that day. Instead, he'd stayed home and laid about. Normally, he dressed sharply in formal clothing but today, he was comfortable in just a plain white t-shirt and jean shorts. He was bored out of his mind, wanting some sort of social interaction. He'd heard CJ moving about earlier... he wondered what she was up to. Deciding to risk her wrath yet again, he left his room with Max loping at his heels, heading down stairs into the main sitting room.

And there she was... his goddess. Flanked by her two dogs, CJ sat with a book in her lap, reading quietly. Zane stared at her for a long while, wondering just how he managed to get so lucky. To be married to a girl as beautiful and kind as her. Too bad she hated his guts, though.

With a sigh, Zane steeled himself against whatever harshness might come his way as he bounded down the last few steps, making as much noise as possible.

"Hello, beautiful," he said, sauntering over and leaning against the door frame. He folded his muscled arms over his chest, smirking over at her. "Reading, again? Come now, love... I can think of a few more exciting things we could do."

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[Calypso Donovan]

Calypso heard Max, long before she heard Zane, the exuberant dog wasn't much for being quiet or sneaking around. So even before he made himself known, Calypso knew he was coming. She forced herself to continue reading, and tried to ignore it when both Lulu and Jaycee rushed to play with Max, leaving her alone, she refused to look up to see if he was there. But soon, whether she looked up or not, there was no denying his presence. "Hello, Beautiful," his voice cut into her nerves as it always did, tempting her to both hex the crap out of him... and jump into his arms, the 2nd choice she would not allow herself to do though, "Reading, again? Come now, love... I can think of a few more exciting things we could do." Sighing loud enough that she knew he could hear, Calypso slammed her book shut. Looking up at him, she gave her coldest, most pointed, glare. "As hard as it is for you to fathom Zane, i actually enjoy reading. I know this is a very difficult concept for you, but some people actually like to expand their minds."

Staring past him at the 3 dogs, who were play fighting as if they were just pups of a few months old, and not 3 month old dogs, she allowed a small smile to grace her face, before forcing it away and looking back at him. Frowning, she tried to figure out just how determined he was this time to be in her company... Just how hard she would have to try to have even the slightest chance of him leaving her alone. "Why did you feel the need to come down here anyway?" she asked with a tone of slight exasperation, "Is it really so much to ask to have some time to myself? Or am i to be allowed no solitude in my own house?" Unfortunately, Calypso was almost positive, that no matter what she said, no matter what words she used, he wasn't going to leave. And she'd never let it show, never let him know it, but a part of her didn't want him to. At least when they were arguing, she got to be near him, if only for a little while.

[Zanathos Donovan]

[/i] strangers. After all, it had been nearly six months before they learned the truth of their betrothal, and a few months afterwards of them being married. Everything was new and fresh to Zane, and he wished he could enjoy it more than he was.

It was too bad CJ wasn't like all the other women Zane had been with. A few glasses of champagne and the undergarments slid right off. But that was what Zane loved most about CJ; that she wasn't just like every other girl in the world. CJ was unique, truly one of a kind. And she was his wife, whether she liked it or not.

Zane didn't feel a need to remind her of this little fact, however. She knew just as well as he did the success of this marriage was vital, if both families were to merge successfully, and thus create a financial empire the likes of which the wizarding world had yet to witness. Zane wanted all of that. But most of all? He wanted a real wife. One who loved him, and wanted him around.

Instead of rising to the bait, which would inevitably lead to more arguing, Zane settled for a different approach.

"I decided to see how you were doing. If you needed anything, if you were okay... you know, typical loving and concerned husband stuff," he said nonchalantly, with a shrug of his muscled shoulders.

He stepped around the wrestling canines and headed for the couch were CJ sat, flopping down next to her. He was careful not to touch her however—even Zane was aware of those lines that shouldn't be crossed. At least, not yet anyway.

Zane stretched his arms along the back of the couch, offering her a kind smile. "Did you miss me baby? Because I sure as bloody hell missed you. When you're gone? Oh, it's as if the world itself will end!"

He was clearly exaggerating, but for Zane it was fun. CJ did not enjoy being around him, and it was sometimes fun to watch her squirm. Other times, times when Zane truly wished to have his wife by his side, things were hard. "But you're here, and I'm here. So... why not make the best of it?"

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[Calypso Donovan]

As Zane calmly told her he just wanted if she was okay or if she needed anything, typical loving and concerned husband stuff, while shrugging his shoulders at her, CJ felt her heart twist up. She wished it was possible for her to believe a word coming from his mouth was sincere, but after everything he'd done to her, everything he'd put her through in all their years at Hogwarts, she just couldn't. She was sure he didn't mean any of what he said, not one word since the day they were married. And it hurt, it hurt that despite the fact that she was married to the man she loved more than anything on this earth, she didn't truly have him. How could she when he'd made it clear just how little she meant to him those last 2 years at Hogwarts. It was true he'd been trying to convince her differently since they'd been married, but Calypso wasn't stupid, and she wasn't willing to take that chance, and put her heart on the line again, only to be completely destroyed all over again. She just couldn't do that.

And so as he finished speaking, she kept her face void of emotions, and rolled her eyes. "Yes, I'm sure that's exactly what it is, you're simply concerned about my happiness and wellbeing," she said sarcastically, "well I'm sure you can see that I'm just fine, so you can take Max and be on your way now." Every time she told him to leave, it was harder than the last time, it was hard to act like she didn't want to be anywhere near him, when deep down she just wanted him to wrap his arms around her and hold her...like he used to, back when she had been so sure his words and his feelings were real, back when she hadn't felt safer or more comfortable anywhere than how she felt when she was in his arms. But she couldn't and wouldn't let herself fall for his empty words again, her heart couldn't take going through that again. She couldn't take the unbearable pain that just 4 words had caused so easily, "I don't want you". CJ could still remember how those words had felt like a knife in her heart, how every part of her had ached, how the tears kept falling day after day until there were simply no tears left in her. And all it had taken, all he had to do, was say 4 words. Just 4 small words to completely destroy her and tear every bit of her apart. And he hadn't cared that he was doing it. It had been pure torture, and completely unbearable. And now, 4 years later, she was determined to protect herself from ever feeling like that again.

He ignored her words asking him to leave, of course he did, had she really expected him to be cooperative? This was Zane, he never listened. Stepping around the three rambunctious dogs, he sat on the couch next to her. He stretched his arms out over the top of the couch, one of them centimeters behind her head, and gave her a smile. It was the same smile, the one that 4 years ago would have made her melt on the spot, and even now, when she was fighting it as hard as she could, she felt her stomach doing flips that she couldn't control. "Did you miss me baby? Because I sure as bloody hell missed you. When you're gone? Oh, it's as if the world itself will end." He said it in a noticably exagerated tone. And though every part of her mind was telling her "don't listen to him, don't believe a word he says...", her heart was a very different story. Having him this close, and smiling like that, and talking like that brought back memories, and emotions, that she had worked hard to supress. Times spent either in each others' common rooms, or most of the time, in the room of requirement, times when just sitting there in his arms was enough to make her feel like her entire world was complete. Every bit of her heart was telling her "stop fighting it, you love him, let your guard down, take a chance..." but she refused to listen. Shaking the feelings off, she kept her face blank, and trying as hard as she could not to let him see how he was effecting her, she answered him. "No Zane, I did not miss you, and somehow I sincerely doubt you missed me, ever." she said, and despite her best efforts there was a sound of breaking in her voice that was definitely evidable, "but if you're determined to stay, I won't try and stop you, it is your house after all." Looking away from him, fighting hard to keep her emotions in check, she re-opened her book. Staring down at it, she pretended to read, but really she couldn't concentrate on processing the words even if she'd really wanted to.

[Zanathos Donovan]

[/i]? Why on earth would you want to read about something like this, when we've got our own tragic love story brewing before our very eyes?" He stood, unwilling to return her book, and moved around the couch and toward the wet bar in the corner. Once there, he sat the book down and produced a pair of shot glasses and a bottle of bourbon. Removing the cap, he poured them both a shot and, setting the bottle down, re-capped it.

"Tell you what, my dear beloved wife. Have a few drinks with me, get to know me, and then... you may have your book back." He smirked, giving her a look that melted the clothes off of many women. "That is, if you aren't ravaging me by then."

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[Calypso Donovan]

As Zane reached over and grabbed her book from her hands, CJ was forced to look up at him. She frowned as he looked at the book and said, "Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet? Why on earth would you want to read about something like this, when we've got our own tragic love story brewing right before our eyes" At his words CJ couldn't help but get slightly annoyed, and shot back in a slightly snappy tone. "Maybe I like reading about people who have someone who actually loves them back," she said, "At least Romeo didn't intentionally leave and break Juliet's heart." it was a low blow, but it was the truth, Romeo and Juliet may have had a tragic ending, but at least they both died knowing the other loved them, CJ didn't have that. Romeo and Juliet had ended tragically because of a mistake and a misunderstanding, and with their story, it hadn't been a mistake. No their story was tragic because Zane had made a choice, a choice that had left her permanently broken, with them there was no mistake, just a choice.

Zane got up, obviously refusing to give her book back, and made his way around the couch and over to the small bar in the corner. Turning to face that direction, she watched as he placed the book down, and pulled out 2 shot glasses and a bottle of bourbon. She watched as he poured the liquid into both shot glasses, and recapped the bottle before speaking again. "Tell you what, my dear beloved wife. Have a few drinks with me, get to know me, and then... you may have your book back," he said, smirking at her in a way that at one time would have been impossible to resist, "That is, if you aren't ravaging me by then." CJ's first instinct was to refuse, to just say no and walk out. But, a part of her just wouldn't listen, this was the longest they'd been in a room alone together in months without a screaming match, and although CJ hated, no refused, to admit it, especially out loud to him... it was nice. So instead of going with her first instinct, trying to keep an emotionless neutral look on her face, she stood up, and made her way over to the bar herself. "Fine Zane," she said, grabbing one of the shot glasses, and downing it in a few short gulps, "you want to have drinks and talk? Let's have drinks and talk. But when we're done I want my book back, and if I still want to be left alone at that point, then you leave me alone." She grabbed the bottle of bourbon, and taking it and her empty shot glass with her, went back over to the couch. Looking back at him as she sat back down, she spoke again. "Well? Are you going to come drink and talk or not?"



A.N: Just so Zane knows, she's wearing This with jeans and black moccasins.