Non-challenge - Two Years
Title: Two Years
Characters/Pairing: Will, Bran (Will/Bran)
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: Two years together, most of that spent apart.
"We've been together two years now, you know," Will said, quietly, all of a sudden. Bran tucked the phone between his chin and his shoulder, opening his fridge and rifling around for something to eat. He wished Will would stop calling him so early in the evening, when he'd only just got back from work.
"We have?" he asked, distractedly.
There was quiet laughter in Will's voice. "Yes, Bran. Two years today."
"You're such a girl," Bran said, teasingly. "It's always the girl who remembers the anniversairy. The man always forgets."
He could virtually hear the rolling of Will's eyes. "I was going to be sappy, but that'd just make you worse than ever. I'm not letting you get away with thinking you're the man in this relationship."
"Oh, that's okay, I know I am," Bran said, teasingly. He found a tub of something in the back of the fridge, checked the best-by date, and then decided that since it was only a day out of date, it'd do. He put it down, rifling in a drawer for some cutlery.
"I suppose you're too busy to talk to me."
Bran recognised the traces of loneliness in Will's voice, when he thought about it, and when he thought about how very far away Will was. First it'd been Cambridge, which hadn't been so bad, and then Scotland, and at least that was still part of the same landmass, but then it had been Africa, Australia and New Zealand, in between trips home. Now it was Scotland again, but they hadn't seen each other in five, maybe six, months. Bran didn't know why Will had to travel so much, but it was the kind of thing he felt he shouldn't ask about, somehow, simply because Will hadn't told him straight out.
There were some things he was prepared not to know, when it came to Will Stanton.
"Will," he said, softly, "I miss you too. And I love you. And I'm glad we've lasted two years. But can we last an hour more at least so I can call you back and tell you exactly how much I love you once I've eaten and showered?"
That startled a laugh from Will. "Okay."
"I will call back."
Will's voice sounded suddenly tender. "I know. Love you."
"Save the sap for in an hour's time," Bran said, softly, and then: "Love you too."
Two years. It had to get easier.
Characters/Pairing: Will, Bran (Will/Bran)
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: Two years together, most of that spent apart.
"We've been together two years now, you know," Will said, quietly, all of a sudden. Bran tucked the phone between his chin and his shoulder, opening his fridge and rifling around for something to eat. He wished Will would stop calling him so early in the evening, when he'd only just got back from work.
"We have?" he asked, distractedly.
There was quiet laughter in Will's voice. "Yes, Bran. Two years today."
"You're such a girl," Bran said, teasingly. "It's always the girl who remembers the anniversairy. The man always forgets."
He could virtually hear the rolling of Will's eyes. "I was going to be sappy, but that'd just make you worse than ever. I'm not letting you get away with thinking you're the man in this relationship."
"Oh, that's okay, I know I am," Bran said, teasingly. He found a tub of something in the back of the fridge, checked the best-by date, and then decided that since it was only a day out of date, it'd do. He put it down, rifling in a drawer for some cutlery.
"I suppose you're too busy to talk to me."
Bran recognised the traces of loneliness in Will's voice, when he thought about it, and when he thought about how very far away Will was. First it'd been Cambridge, which hadn't been so bad, and then Scotland, and at least that was still part of the same landmass, but then it had been Africa, Australia and New Zealand, in between trips home. Now it was Scotland again, but they hadn't seen each other in five, maybe six, months. Bran didn't know why Will had to travel so much, but it was the kind of thing he felt he shouldn't ask about, somehow, simply because Will hadn't told him straight out.
There were some things he was prepared not to know, when it came to Will Stanton.
"Will," he said, softly, "I miss you too. And I love you. And I'm glad we've lasted two years. But can we last an hour more at least so I can call you back and tell you exactly how much I love you once I've eaten and showered?"
That startled a laugh from Will. "Okay."
"I will call back."
Will's voice sounded suddenly tender. "I know. Love you."
"Save the sap for in an hour's time," Bran said, softly, and then: "Love you too."
Two years. It had to get easier.