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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 24, 2009 20:05:18 GMT -5
Adrian's penthouse had the kind of glamorous, unoccupied look one generally only gets in furniture stores or houses that aren't occupied very often.
(There was a reason he had a room at the office, and it wasn't just the nineteen-year-old rentboy following him with wide-eyed awe.)
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 24, 2009 20:09:31 GMT -5
Adrien didn't even notice, being as he'd never been in anything this nice before. He pulled Divine's borrowed suitcase in and let the door shut behind him, as though he didn't dare to come in any further, as though he'd soil the place.
He couldn't believe he was here. He couldn't believe he was here, that he was allowed. There had to be a catch, and that he was even thinking something that implied less than absolute trust suggested how overwhelmed he was. Like with Karnak, his brain just didn't have room for this. At least with Karnak, the Micaela part could be factored in, but... this?
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 24, 2009 20:12:02 GMT -5
"Would you care for something to drink?" Adrian offered, sweeping in before him.
When Adrien didn't respond, he turned and looked over his shoulder at him.
"You know, I invited you with the express purpose of you making yourself at home," he said, with the good humor that had been a major selling point of most of his business proposals.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 24, 2009 20:13:37 GMT -5
"But, this is... your home," he replied, not even realizing what he was saying. Then he blinked. "Oh, right," he said, slipping in further and looking around anxiously for a place to put the luggage.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 24, 2009 20:15:14 GMT -5
"Don't worry about that right now. You're shaking- did you realize that?"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 24, 2009 20:16:03 GMT -5
He shook his head, eyes wide and serious. "No, I'm sorry. I am?"
He still didn't quite know what he was saying, not really, just speaking the words that occurred to him.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 24, 2009 20:17:36 GMT -5
"Ah, but look at you. Come here."
He finished shrugging off his coat and spread his arms, inviting the boy closer.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 24, 2009 20:18:34 GMT -5
Adrien dropped the suitcase and ran to him.
It was the sweetest moment of his life.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 24, 2009 20:21:11 GMT -5
It was like being bowled over by a puppy. He laughed, and briefly lifted him as his arms closed over Adrien's smaller frame.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 24, 2009 20:23:13 GMT -5
As Adrien's toes retouched the ground, his expression was one of incredulous delight. But his smile softened quickly, his bright eyes misted and half-shut, and he leaned forward to kiss him.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 24, 2009 20:25:11 GMT -5
He returned the kiss, with a small pull on Adrien's lower lip between his teeth for good measure, and then released him.
"Allow me to repeat myself- would you like something to drink?"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 24, 2009 20:27:21 GMT -5
Adrien shivered for the short time that Adrian held him, but let himself be let go. They'd have all weekend. He was in his own private heaven of warmth and happiness, the sort you could only inhabit when you never asked someone for anything at all and they gave you everything, even if only for a moment.
He nodded, almost shyly, too overwhelmed for words, brushing hair behind his ear.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 24, 2009 20:32:21 GMT -5
"I hope you don't mind that the place isn't particularly well-stocked- I don't spend much time here myself, I'm afraid."
He vanished into the kitchen for a moment and returned with two glasses of wine, incogruous with his half-inhuman hand.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 24, 2009 20:33:56 GMT -5
He barely heard him. He merely accepted the glass offered and smiled at him shyly as he sipped from it.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 24, 2009 20:34:54 GMT -5
Adrian returned the smile, all white teeth and camera-ready ease.
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