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Post by Adrien Baillon on Oct 14, 2009 16:24:57 GMT -5
Shifting the cup to one hand, he took Adrian's in the other, absently lacing their fingers.
"Like what?"
He couldn't imagine Adrian looking like anyone other than Adrian, or, you know, Ozymandias.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Oct 14, 2009 16:33:43 GMT -5
He managed to sublimate his frustration into a laugh.
"Look, I'm going to go into the bathroom. You can look around if you'd like."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Oct 14, 2009 16:36:04 GMT -5
Adrien let go of his hand so he could brush the side of Adrian's face with his own, stand on tiptoe, and kiss him.
"Mmkay."
He took another sip and shuffled in, looking around with obvious interest. There was them muffled sound of him saying something that sounded suspiciously like, "OhhhmanDivinewouldthinkthiswasincredible."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Oct 14, 2009 18:13:24 GMT -5
In the bathroom, Adrian glanced at his reflection as he began brushing his teeth.
After a moment, his eyes narrowed.
He leaned forward to spit out a mouthful of churned toothpaste, and then turned his head to make sure he wasn't seeing things.
No, it was definitely there. A small streak of light grey had taken up residence in his hair, on the underside of the lock currently hanging down one side of his forehead.
It wasn't a surprise, really, other than it sudden appearance, but stress, he rationalized, was apt to do that. More to the point, it was already October, and he would be 47 in February. Still, to say this was a welcome discovery would be a gross overstatement.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Oct 14, 2009 18:22:56 GMT -5
In the meantime, Adrien was having a prolonged experience with reverence, like a youth from ancient times who has snuck into a temple in the garb of a shrine maiden and is now able to touch the things the priests tell him are instruments of the gods himself. Occasionally Adrien had to reach out and touch a sleeve or finger a seam to remind himself that these were real; this cuff actually did brush Adrian Veidt's wrist on a regular basis. He had picked it up, possibly folded it, effortlessly graceful as he donned it, and as he shucked it, too. Adrien was intimate with the process of removing Adrian Veidt's clothing, but this... it taking place in his home. Dressing him, picking out his clothing for him, this was an action contemplated only in the sanctity of committed relationships. Removing clothing in an office bedroom for those who worked rather too hard, with a rentboy's smirk... that was a violation of the natural order of the heart of which Adrien had been embarrassingly aware for too long now.
He reached out to pet the sleeve of a brown knit sweater with pale yellow stripes on it with a great deal of tenderness in his entire manner.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Oct 14, 2009 18:33:30 GMT -5
He returned a moment later, hair pushed back with his hand, careless of whether or not the grey showed.
"Are you still looking?"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Oct 14, 2009 18:35:24 GMT -5
He pulled the sweater down and held it up by the sleeve as a suggestion, eyes round and guileless, other hand lifting the cup up to take another drink.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Oct 14, 2009 18:38:47 GMT -5
"Yes, if that's what you'd like."
He put an arm around Adrien's shoulder. After their exchange earlier, it felt necessary to indicate some affection.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Oct 14, 2009 18:43:26 GMT -5
Adrien leaned back so far that he'd have fallen over if he hadn't trusted Adrian's arm to support him. "I would."
He wrinkled his nose and then smiled right up at him. "Kiss?"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Oct 14, 2009 18:49:34 GMT -5
Adrian obliged, somewhat swiftly given the circumstances, with a kiss to Adrien's forehead.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Oct 14, 2009 18:51:33 GMT -5
"Noho," he laughed, tilting his head back. "My mouth!"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Oct 14, 2009 19:01:45 GMT -5
"You haven't brushed your teeth yet."
This was a perfectly legitimate comeback as far as Adrian was concerned.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Oct 14, 2009 19:04:05 GMT -5
"I wasn't going to open it," he said, a little subdued, and flushing.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Oct 14, 2009 19:11:13 GMT -5
"If you insist-"
He relented and quickly kissed Adrien's mouth.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Oct 14, 2009 19:12:30 GMT -5
Adrien smiled against his mouth, and then straightened carefully.
"So you want me to find some pants?"
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