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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 17, 2009 14:07:16 GMT -5
"I brought you tea," Adrian replied in a hollow voice.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 17, 2009 14:09:40 GMT -5
"I see that," he said, brightening - he hadn't been lying; it felt so good to be taken care of - and then turning abruptly to look at the clock. "And... it's 5:08," he said, looking up at him as though desperate for approval. "So it'll be done steeping at... 5:12? Wait, what kind of tea is it?"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 17, 2009 14:14:03 GMT -5
"It's... it's Earl Grey."
He set the tea on the nightstand and abruptly folded Adrien into his embrace again, as though Adrian were about to leave for a war he wasn't sure he'd return from.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 17, 2009 14:23:33 GMT -5
All right, about five minutes, that wasn't delicate like green tea was -
His happy little tea-related OCD moment was abruptly crushed by Adrian's embrace. Adrien squirmed slightly to get closer.
One of his very first thoughts was to dread that perhaps Adrian wanted something specific - he was undressed, after all. But that did not at all seem the sort of passion Adrian was feeling. There was something so grave in it.
He thought about asking him what was wrong, but caught himself. He'd asked things like that before and all he'd gotten for the trouble was a "Nothing that concerns you."
Of course, everything concerned Adrien; that was the price of love. If Adrian was upset, Adrien wanted to know what was wrong with him.
But he was content with whatever Adrian would give him.
He turned his head against his chest, and then piped up, a little hopefully, but hesitantly, as though he thought Adrian would say no or find it distasteful, "Adrian... would you... pet my hair again? It felt nice."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 17, 2009 14:31:26 GMT -5
He did, in silence.
Bubastis glanced up. She thought Adrian's eyes had gone rather shiny.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 17, 2009 14:35:53 GMT -5
There was another long moment of silence. It felt so strange, and so lovely, with his hair like this. He wondered what shampooing it would be like; it hadn't even occurred to him back when he'd cut it, or when Adrian cut it for him (he still adored the idea of Adrian forevermore cutting his hair for him).
"That feels nice," he repeated silently, softly, as though drifting off to sleep, although he actually wasn't.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 17, 2009 14:40:36 GMT -5
He swallowed hard and leaned back to look at him.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 17, 2009 14:41:36 GMT -5
Adrien lifted his eyelashes and looked up at him.
"Is the tea done?"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 17, 2009 14:45:26 GMT -5
"I... think so."
He smiled grimly and kissed his forehead.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 17, 2009 14:45:53 GMT -5
"Is there milk and honey in it?" he asked hopefully.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 17, 2009 14:50:21 GMT -5
"It's a very fine variety. It doesn't need it."
Just drink it, please, just drink it so that I can try to forget...
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 17, 2009 14:51:36 GMT -5
He looked taken aback and made sad eyes at Adrian accidentally. He thought that was a rather strict instruction on tea, but he reached for it anyway.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 17, 2009 14:53:03 GMT -5
Adrian's left hand clenched on the sheets.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 17, 2009 14:54:07 GMT -5
Adrien took the tea and sat back, looking subdued and very French - naked tea in bed? Sure, why not?
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 17, 2009 14:57:23 GMT -5
"Bubastis, could I have a moment?"
The cat looked up, liquid-eyed at the prospect of being shooed again. Adrian leaned over.
"Just for a few minutes, girl, all right?"
He ruffled her behind the ears, and she made a good-natured sound of acceptance before climbing off the bed and padding out into the living room.
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