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Post by Adrien Baillon on Oct 12, 2009 20:04:00 GMT -5
Adrien felt like arguing his point was only going to get Adrian mad at him, for some reason, but he didn't quite want to let this go.
"But think about it," he said. "You ruined him when you bought Mag's contract. Killing you doesn't fix that. I don't think he'd want petty revenge, I think he'd really be out to cripple you - "
Since when did Adrien notice double entendres?
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Oct 12, 2009 20:20:29 GMT -5
Adrian lifted his right hand and looked at it for a long moment- how ineffectual and pale his remaining organic fingers looked next to their mechanical brothers. The seam between the two sides was beginning to redden.
He pressed the tip of his left index finger to it. It was warm to the touch. Warmer than usual.
"Well, he succeeded in that," he muttered darkly.
He rippled his fingertips. This time they responded as they needed to.
"I'm sorry," he said, glancing up at Adrien again. "It's simply that- to imply that I haven't worked for everything I have- for this-"
He waved his hand up and down the length of his torso, indicating his own physique, and pausing with his hand by his face.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Oct 13, 2009 16:15:07 GMT -5
Adrien flushed. He hadn't meant - like that -
He was going to apologize, but Adrian beat him to it. Adrien was nearly shocked looking on him. Adrian Veidt showing the slightest sign of - it wasn't even vanity, it was more like vanity that underlay some physical insecurity. To suggest the fragility of his own physical existence... looking at the red pieces of his hand made him suddenly aware of how delicate he was, in the overall sense of things. Adrien slid across the bed to pull Adrian into a tight embrace, kissing him with enough insistent pressure to surprise. There was nothing passive about it.
"Rotti Largo knows better," said Adrien when their lips had parted, eyes intent on Adrian's. "He's well aware that this is all you, and it must kill him to think of it. Think of it. Every second of every day brings him closer to the ultimate oblivion, and here's you looking like time doesn't touch you, like you're a damn god. Sneering at you's all he's got."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Oct 13, 2009 18:40:02 GMT -5
"Yes, well..."
He kissed Adrien's forehead.
"Someone's feeling rather philosophical today, aren't you?"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Oct 13, 2009 18:55:32 GMT -5
He tilted his head under Adrian's chin and nuzzled.
"Mmhm."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Oct 13, 2009 19:06:11 GMT -5
Adrian glanced doubtfully at the cocoa and took another sip.
"And there is also the matter of Micaela, contrasted with his children."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Oct 13, 2009 19:07:04 GMT -5
Adrien nodded encouragingly, stroking Adrian's lapel absent-mindedly.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Oct 13, 2009 19:19:42 GMT -5
"Would it break your heart if I were to go start getting ready?"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Oct 13, 2009 19:23:25 GMT -5
"Ohhhhh I love you," he said, wrapping his arms around his neck, and his legs around his waist, cuddling with an enormous beaming smile.
This had been initiated by just how adorable that statement had been, and had been intended to be followed by an, "of course!", but somehow he made it look like he'd simply forgotten.
Because eventually he had.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Oct 13, 2009 19:27:37 GMT -5
"Do you want to finish my chocolate? I doubt I will myself-"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Oct 13, 2009 19:28:50 GMT -5
"I'll manage it," he said, taking it from him and giving him a quick, confident peck.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Oct 14, 2009 11:50:13 GMT -5
"Thank you."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Oct 14, 2009 13:42:12 GMT -5
He slid off him and took a very deliberate sip of Adrian's chocolate, again as though it were a toast, his eyes lifted to Adrian's.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Oct 14, 2009 15:09:47 GMT -5
Adrian stood and went to his closet, which turned out to be about half again as large as the room itself once opened.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Oct 14, 2009 15:11:19 GMT -5
Adrien tilted his head rather unconsciously and dramatically to the side, gazing in.
"Holy..."
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