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Post by Adrian Veidt on Oct 22, 2009 12:41:40 GMT -5
"I learned to be polite, of course. I was raised to do as much. Another debt I owe my mother and father, I suppose."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Oct 22, 2009 12:45:07 GMT -5
Adrien was silent for a moment. He'd heard a lot of that sort of thing. Had his mother raised him to be polite? Adrian had called him insolent when they'd first met. He flushed a bit, almost ashamed. Lucie Baillon herself had never been insolent, and he wondered where he'd learned it from. Could that have been Darling? It hadn't been Divine. Was that one of Adrian's reasons for wanting him apart?
When he spoke again, it was on a very different subject. "If I moved out of Montmartre," he said softly, "I'd be alone. That's why I won't do it. Do you understand that, Adrian?" His voice was soft, and he looked at him imploringly. "I'm just not like you. I can't stand to be alone."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Oct 22, 2009 12:48:45 GMT -5
Adrian looked at him.
"Do you think I can?" he asked quietly.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Oct 22, 2009 12:51:57 GMT -5
Those words were like swallowing a pin. Adrien's mouth went dry just as his eyes grew slightly wet.
"Adrian..." he managed. "You just said...."
It was too terrible. Even Adrien understood the implications of that, and he knew it.
"Oh, Adrian," he sighed, after a moment. "Come here. Hold me."
He wrapped his arms around his shoulders and pulled him close, bending his head and shutting his eyes tightly.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Oct 22, 2009 13:04:09 GMT -5
"Here- here, just look at the album-"
He pushed the book toward him, looking uncomfortable.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Oct 22, 2009 13:54:03 GMT -5
Adrien took it, subdued from being pushed back like that, and opened it up listlessly to somewhere in them middle.
He hadn't quite glanced at it yet, but teenaged Adrian - young than Adrien himself currently was - had apparently documented his original Ozymandias costume and left the results in this page.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Oct 22, 2009 13:55:49 GMT -5
"That cost thirty dollars and six hours to put together," he commented.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Oct 22, 2009 13:56:33 GMT -5
"Why have I never seen you in gold tights?" Adrien said, intrigued.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Oct 22, 2009 14:01:52 GMT -5
Adrian just sort of stared at him.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Oct 22, 2009 14:03:13 GMT -5
He looked back at the picture.
"You're never allowed to say anything about what I wear ever again," he said absent-mindedly as he turned the page.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Oct 22, 2009 18:49:22 GMT -5
"It was a costume."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Oct 23, 2009 8:06:52 GMT -5
"What's drag, then?" asked Adrien rhetorically, laughing.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Oct 23, 2009 16:16:43 GMT -5
Adrian gave him a severe look, which was more or less an indication that he actually couldn't think of an argument.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Oct 23, 2009 16:18:53 GMT -5
"Well?" Adrien raised an eyebrow. "See? There."
His hand fell upon the page he'd opened to afterwards.
"I could never imagine you with a tan," he said, sounding nearly shocked.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Oct 23, 2009 16:40:13 GMT -5
"Yes, well, the desert will do that to you."
There was already a trace of amusement in his voice again.
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