The bitter and the sweet
Nov 25, 2009 18:25:10 GMT -5
Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 25, 2009 18:25:10 GMT -5
((Halloween party in Romania. Set after Micaela's disappearance has managed to turn everyone into pink-eyed messes.))
Adrien finished daintily lining his eyebrows and placed his top hat upon his finger-curled hair. It was considerably shorter and less curly than the original's, but that's what you got with a Louise Brooks haircut. He practiced Marlene's swagger in the mirror. Not too easy on him. He attempted something that was a more effiminate version of Darling's swagger and it was a much better approximation. Well, that was life.
Adrien crept out of the hotel room, where he heard the strains of music from downstairs in the hotel ball room. He wasn't staying in Adrian's room - and maybe that was why his own seemed so unwelcoming, why he had hardly unpacked a thing in all the time he'd been there - but at least Adrian was just down the hall. He hadn't asked what Adrian had been wearing, nor had Adrian asked him. Neither of them had spoken snce their terse argument the previous night about whether or not Adrien was allowed to creep into this hotel room.
Well, screw eet, he thought rather stubbornly, he was creeping in now to see what he was up to, and, ironically, to apologize. He should have called on the hotel phone first last night.
But when he went over to Adrian's room, he found it empty. Adrian had apparently gone to the party already. Adrien's eyes were surprised and hurt, in a bewildered sort of way, as he shut the door. Adrian could have popped in to check on him as he left...
Still dressed like Lola-Lola, Adrien slipped down the stairs, not getting looks from anyone passing (although a few appreciative glances from men suggested dimly that he was managing to be convincing again; Marlene herself was rather androgynous, after all) as it was Halloween, after all (Adrian still hadn't explained that to him. They'd had another fight before Adrian could, right after Adrien had asked him if he could go as Meez Silk Specteur), and into the ballroom of the very grand hotel.
Adrien finished daintily lining his eyebrows and placed his top hat upon his finger-curled hair. It was considerably shorter and less curly than the original's, but that's what you got with a Louise Brooks haircut. He practiced Marlene's swagger in the mirror. Not too easy on him. He attempted something that was a more effiminate version of Darling's swagger and it was a much better approximation. Well, that was life.
Adrien crept out of the hotel room, where he heard the strains of music from downstairs in the hotel ball room. He wasn't staying in Adrian's room - and maybe that was why his own seemed so unwelcoming, why he had hardly unpacked a thing in all the time he'd been there - but at least Adrian was just down the hall. He hadn't asked what Adrian had been wearing, nor had Adrian asked him. Neither of them had spoken snce their terse argument the previous night about whether or not Adrien was allowed to creep into this hotel room.
Well, screw eet, he thought rather stubbornly, he was creeping in now to see what he was up to, and, ironically, to apologize. He should have called on the hotel phone first last night.
But when he went over to Adrian's room, he found it empty. Adrian had apparently gone to the party already. Adrien's eyes were surprised and hurt, in a bewildered sort of way, as he shut the door. Adrian could have popped in to check on him as he left...
Still dressed like Lola-Lola, Adrien slipped down the stairs, not getting looks from anyone passing (although a few appreciative glances from men suggested dimly that he was managing to be convincing again; Marlene herself was rather androgynous, after all) as it was Halloween, after all (Adrian still hadn't explained that to him. They'd had another fight before Adrian could, right after Adrien had asked him if he could go as Meez Silk Specteur), and into the ballroom of the very grand hotel.