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Post by Adrien Baillon on Oct 23, 2009 16:42:10 GMT -5
"Will you narrate?" he asked, handing Adrian the photos and nudging him.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Oct 23, 2009 18:03:33 GMT -5
He glanced back at the phot.
"This was in Morocco, I think."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Oct 23, 2009 18:23:28 GMT -5
Adrien settled in against him, head tilted against Adrian's body so that he could see. His knee nudged Adrian's thigh. The chair was comfortable but Adrian was moreso.
"Go on," he whispered, shoulders relaxing.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Oct 23, 2009 18:28:26 GMT -5
"I only spent a few days in Marrakesh- I hadn't had a chance to learn the language. Several people spoke some French, but their skills and mine were equally lacking at the time."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Oct 23, 2009 18:29:43 GMT -5
"It sounds romantic," said the boy, in an appreciative though not maudlin tone.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Oct 23, 2009 18:38:49 GMT -5
"If you consider poverty romantic-" he began, but immediately stopped. This wasn't something one should say around a boy who used to prostitute himself for a living.
He apruptly turned the page, to a photo of himself with incogruously long hair and an almost equally incogruous beaming, gleeful smile before the Sphinx.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Oct 23, 2009 18:41:01 GMT -5
"You just don't look like you with long hair," said Adrien after another shocked, exhuberant silence. Yet somehow, on Adrian Veidt the look was not degenerate at all.
"God, you musta been younger than I am," he said in awe, looking as though the notion pleased him.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Oct 23, 2009 18:43:38 GMT -5
"I was two weeks away from my eighteenth birthday at the time," Adrian confirmed.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Oct 23, 2009 18:45:17 GMT -5
Adrien reached out as though to trace his fingers over the picture, but barely brushed it.
"Why don't you smile like that anymore?" he asked after a moment, turning and looking up at him.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Oct 23, 2009 18:46:47 GMT -5
"Like how?"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Oct 23, 2009 18:48:19 GMT -5
"Like you are in this picture," he said, brushing it just barely with his index finger. "Like you feel something."
This was uttered with the same guilelessness as anything else was.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Oct 23, 2009 18:49:51 GMT -5
"I was very young then," he said carefully, "and rather irrationally excited."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Oct 23, 2009 18:53:24 GMT -5
Adrien looked at the picture a little longer.
"I don't think it's irrational," he said, before something struck him.
"Oh!" he exclaimed, looking irrationally excited himself and beaming. "You looked at me like that a few times. Last night, you did."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Oct 24, 2009 16:44:18 GMT -5
Adrian's mouth twisted, as though he didn't want the reminder.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Oct 24, 2009 16:45:34 GMT -5
"Don't make that face. I liked your smile. I like it when you smile."
Adrien's was currently radiant. His teeth were very white.
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