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Post by Teja on Dec 16, 2015 21:46:22 GMT -5
"What if I asked Loki if he could fix the problem, but somehow... I don't know, preserve what you look like? Even if it were only a heavy glamour - "
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Dec 16, 2015 21:48:14 GMT -5
"Teja, you'll have to pardon me if I don't feel terribly at ease asking a Norse god to restore the nose I was born with," he said, in a significant tone.
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Post by Teja on Dec 16, 2015 21:50:13 GMT -5
"Didn't I just said 'what if I asked Loki?'" asked Teja with a frown.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Dec 16, 2015 21:53:58 GMT -5
"I also would prefer there's no risk of being accused of using him as my personal plastic surgeon," he said, though not very angrily at all. "The hair dye was enough of a public image headache, if you'll pardon the pun."
He pushed his hair back from his forehead, as though demonstrating what that episode had eventually entailed- though he had found himself preferring this outcome anyway.
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Post by Teja on Dec 16, 2015 21:56:38 GMT -5
"We've kept your other secrets, haven't we, love?"
It didn't sound dismissive, as in the English endearment, but warm, even a little earthy.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Dec 16, 2015 21:58:03 GMT -5
He looked at her, startled by her audacity, and then laughed.
"Mmm. Indeed."
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Post by Teja on Dec 16, 2015 22:02:54 GMT -5
"Please think about it, there's really no use in this except you wanting to avoid change-"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Dec 16, 2015 22:22:32 GMT -5
Adrian gave her a kind of strained, sad smile.
"We'll talk about this later, all right?"
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Post by Teja on Dec 16, 2015 22:25:18 GMT -5
"Of- of course-" she faltered, surprised, and a little confused.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Dec 16, 2015 22:35:01 GMT -5
"When we're alone," he said, leaning over to kiss her forehead to show he wasn't angry with her, "love."
He smiled at her as he pulled back, a little conspiratorially.
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Post by Teja on Dec 16, 2015 22:39:04 GMT -5
Her eyes were shut and her brow a little furrowed when he pulled away, like she was trying to figure something out, or cherish it, who knew.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Dec 17, 2015 0:21:19 GMT -5
Adrian crooked a finger under her chin.
"What's that face for?"
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Post by Teja on Dec 17, 2015 18:04:23 GMT -5
With her eyes shut and not seeing Adrian's face, this got jumbled with bad memories, and in a panic she pushed his hand away. It was only a small, contained action, but its meaning was clear. She looked momentarily distressed, and the absence of distress in the next moment was her conscientiously seeking her composure again.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Dec 17, 2015 18:35:22 GMT -5
"Teja-"
He reached for her hand.
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Post by Teja on Dec 17, 2015 19:32:07 GMT -5
She took it gratefully, but couldn't at the moment find speech.
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