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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 2, 2009 13:55:03 GMT -5
Adrien slid off the bed and went over to him. It was not out of pity. His heart was open to Adrian; Adrian knew that, intellectually, but he didn't seem to know what the significance of this was. He put his arms around him, pulling him close. He did not entirely think that Adrian could ever accept the gesture, the support, the tenderness that was being offered him, but perhaps he would be fortunate, and Adrian would be too tired to think to push him off, or too tired to remember that he shouldn't want it.
"I believe in chaos," he said gently. "Everything is important, but of course you can't catch everything. Maybe the things you do notice are... " He swallowed. "The things you need to notice." He leaned in to kiss Adrian beneath one eye, purely. "Please don't talk like that, Adrian. I love you. You're..." He cleared his throat slightly. "Not now," he whispered, looking at him intently. "I only just realized just how important your life is," he said, referring to the assassination attempt. "Please don't tell me that it isn't."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 2, 2009 14:02:12 GMT -5
He looked down at Adrien with that same tired smile.
"Sometimes I can see that," he told him, and then the smile immediately began to fade into something infinitely darker and colder as he continued, "and sometimes I think perhaps it would be better to let the world rot."
This last syllable was pronounced with incredible venom and cynicism.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 2, 2009 14:07:56 GMT -5
Adrien kissed the corner of his mouth, still gazing at him fixedly, his idea of reassurance. He held him steadily, not swaying or glancing away. After Adrian had spoken, he pulled him closer and kissed his cheek again. "I'm part of the world, too," he said gently, brushing Adrian's hair slightly into place. "Come to bed, Adrian?"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 2, 2009 14:13:30 GMT -5
He didn't seem to have heard him.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 2, 2009 15:29:21 GMT -5
He cupped his cheek. "Adrian? Please?"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 2, 2009 15:29:58 GMT -5
"What's that?"
He turned, blinking as though startled.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 2, 2009 15:31:39 GMT -5
Adrien kissed him a long while and then stepped back to look up at him steadily again, still holding him.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 2, 2009 15:37:57 GMT -5
"Yes... that would be wise," he said finally.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 2, 2009 15:41:16 GMT -5
"All right," he said softly, leading him back to the bed and sitting next to him, starting to undo the buttons on his shirt. It was still clinging a little from perspiration. "Would you like me to get your pyjamas for you?" he asked gently, putting a hand on Adrian's forearm.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 2, 2009 15:49:40 GMT -5
"If you'd like..."
He still didn't quite sound like he was on the same plane as Adrien.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 2, 2009 15:51:25 GMT -5
Adrien eased Veidt's shirt off, contemplating him almost sadly, and then slipped behind him decisively to administer a massage. His hands were very talented in this regard.
He noticed the scars almost as though he'd never seen them before. They made his chest ache now. What had Adrian been through to make him think like that?
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 2, 2009 18:55:40 GMT -5
"If I have made you uncomfortable, you may leave."
It was difficult to tell if this was an actual courtesy being extended or a hidden command.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 2, 2009 19:20:35 GMT -5
Adrien didn't stop, but he became slightly gentler, and leaned forward to peer at Adrian.
"If you'd like me to go, I will," he said softly.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 2, 2009 19:24:05 GMT -5
"It makes no difference to me," said Adrian. He clearly thought this was the right thing to say...
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 2, 2009 19:33:14 GMT -5
His voice was even softer when he spoke again, although not on purpose. "Not even a little?"
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