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Post by Adrien Baillon on Aug 20, 2009 17:22:41 GMT -5
"I didn't know what I would do without you."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Aug 20, 2009 17:31:11 GMT -5
"I'm touched," he replied with a fond sound to his voice.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Aug 20, 2009 17:38:47 GMT -5
There was a pause, as Adrien's heartbeat settled a little. "God, it was all such a nightmare," he said, after a moment, quietly. But he was willing to stay quiet afterwards, arms still wrapped around Veidt's waist.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Aug 20, 2009 17:47:55 GMT -5
His room at Karnak was even more elaborate than the one in Paris. Bubastis stretched and rose from her own oversized cat bed to come greet her human as he entered the room.
"Were you worrying too?" he asked, ruffling under her chin with his hand.
The lynx abruptly moved her head out of the way so she could cautiously sniff the repairs done to his hand.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Aug 20, 2009 17:50:24 GMT -5
Adrien released Veidt rather reluctantly and watched him go over to coo at Bubastis, feeling his chest constrict a little. He'd been feeling funny all day, though, all throughout that very long, terrifying day. He didn't know what to do with himself and felt painfully shy and aware of it. Undressing would have been his first thought at any other time, anywhere else, but it never occurred to him here. The way he felt would not have been satisfied or expressed plainly by that which undressing entailed -
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Aug 20, 2009 17:57:43 GMT -5
"There, you'll be used to it soon enough."
Bubastis sniffed Adrian's hand a little more and then gave him a lopsided look, one brow arched up higher than the other, in a kind of "Are you joking?" expression.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Aug 20, 2009 17:59:19 GMT -5
With halting timidity - a painful constriction of the chest making itself obvious to him yet again - he said, stepping up hesitantly, "Can I - see it?"
As though he were interrupting something and going to get looked at by one or both of them in such a fashion that told him he'd better wait his turn.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Aug 20, 2009 18:03:56 GMT -5
"The- oh, yes, of course."
He gave Bubastis one last pat on the head, to which she responded with a choof noise, and then turned to allow Adrien a glimpse.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Aug 20, 2009 18:08:46 GMT -5
It was jarring. Adrien was - had been - extremely familiar with Veidt's hands. He reached out and touched Veidt's wrist hesitantly, then slid his fingertips gently down to touch the replacements, stroking hesitantly as though concerned it would hurt - either himself or Adrian.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Aug 20, 2009 18:12:56 GMT -5
He closed his hand over Adrien's to reassure him.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Aug 20, 2009 18:14:40 GMT -5
The sensation - living fingers and pseudo-fingers alike closing over his hand - inadvertently made him flinch, and, as he often did when uncomfortable, he shook his head and pushed his fingers through his hair.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Aug 20, 2009 18:19:21 GMT -5
Veidt took a step back.
"Would you prefer I covered it?"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Aug 20, 2009 18:20:26 GMT -5
He felt awful and shook his head, rethreading their fingers.
Just like he'd told Bubastis, Adrien would get used to it. He swore he would.
"It'll take getting used to," he said, with a shy but warm smile.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Aug 20, 2009 18:23:24 GMT -5
Veidt smiled at him again and kissed his forehead.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Aug 20, 2009 18:26:20 GMT -5
He wrapped his arms around him urgently, tilted his head up, and kissed him full on the mouth. He seemed very desperate, and that this act was in any way sensual seemed mere coincidence.
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