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Post by Adrian Veidt on Aug 23, 2009 17:38:36 GMT -5
"Do keep an eye on Micaela, and make sure she's happy here..." he said quietly as their lips parted again.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Aug 23, 2009 18:37:57 GMT -5
Smack, right to the libido.
Hands on the mattress, he pushed himself up, catching his breath. "Aren't you going to be here too?" he asked, soundng slightly stung.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Aug 24, 2009 17:52:39 GMT -5
"You know I have work to do during the day."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Aug 25, 2009 8:01:38 GMT -5
He fought the urge to sigh, or say something like, "Aaaaadrian..." in rather pleading tones. He'd sort of forgotten. Karnak was supposed to be his summer home. Or something. Wasn't it?
Adrien sat back and looked at him pensively, and with supreme resignation. "Don't you ever relax, Adrian? Don't you ever stop moving?"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Aug 25, 2009 10:01:44 GMT -5
"That is what meditation is for."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Aug 25, 2009 10:37:51 GMT -5
"What am I for?"
Again, like - the other thing - it had just come out. He hadn't meant to sound so distressed.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Aug 25, 2009 20:14:08 GMT -5
He didn't respond. Instead, he merely gave him a tired smile.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Aug 25, 2009 20:21:31 GMT -5
It stung. Adrien wasn't good at hiding anything in general and blinked, taken aback, then glanced away.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Aug 25, 2009 20:36:52 GMT -5
"Adrien-"
Without thinking, he brushed his hand along the boy's cheek.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Aug 25, 2009 21:07:00 GMT -5
Adrien flinched against Adrian's hand without thinking, and realized at that just how drained he was. He was not aroused anymore, and did not want to arouse Veidt; he did not want to slide against him and cry out and shift beneath his body. He wanted to sleep; he wanted the oblivion. Well, actually, he rather wanted a stiff drink, several, and then a good cry, because he knew he couldn't cry now and would not be permitted to anyway, but perhaps a drink would loosen him up.
He sat back on his heels and stared at Adrian. It was possibly the coldest and most detached he'd ever looked, the perpetually-smiling, warm-as-a-Greek-boy-sunning-on-beaches young man who had moments before been enthusiastically kissing him despite Veidt's own unresponsiveness.
"Good-night, Veidt," he said after a moment, lying back down and turning on his side.
The bed made it easy to keep his distance, but Veidt might have noticed he was rather far from him.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Aug 25, 2009 21:11:14 GMT -5
He stared at him for a moment, and then slowly turned away and climbed out of the bed to stand at the window, absorbed in his own thoughts.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Aug 25, 2009 21:20:40 GMT -5
Adrien fell asleep shortly, as his breathing betrayed, managing to stay still enough to not give in to the temptation to wipe at his eyes, where a couple of tears had collected, and to finally drop off.
Later - he did not know how much later - he woke up again, sweating from a nightmare*he could just barely remember. He looked over at Veidt, noticing it was impossible to tell whether or not he was really asleep. It was hard to imagine Veidt asleep; Veidt had never been asleep in his presence before, and it was hard not to picture him as omnipotent.
Hesitantly, Adrian reached out a hand to touch his shoulder and almost did, fingertips just brushing fabric, before he pulled back, the barest sob escaping from him. He shook his head and slipped out of the bed. He redressed sort of delicately, with a last glance at Veidt's still form, and, although he did not recall which room was his - having barely deposited his things before following the heels of the doctors to wait anxiously outside of the lab for eight hours - left Veidt's. After a while of wandering he made it back to what was the lab, shivering a little from self-pity as opposed to cold, and wrapped himself up in the coat and dropped off on the floor. (The coat was huge and puffy and he'd slept on harder.)
It would be like he'd just fallen asleep outside there and no one had bothered or wanted to wake him. It would be, more importantly, as though none of that had happened.
And maybe Veidt would take the hint.
((*of the sort that is noisy and tossing.))
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