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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 18, 2010 20:26:04 GMT -5
Adrien, eyelids half-lowered, turned his head to the side and lazily ran his fingertips down Adrian's face.
"Proooove it," he said slowly, suggestively, with a little air of un-prissy demanding he had gradually and unconsciously come to assume, just one of the many side effects of being in one or two ways the center of the world to Adrian Veidt, a man of such gravity, intensity, and intelligence that it felt like being the center of the world whenever he focused his eyes on him.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jan 18, 2010 20:31:14 GMT -5
"I will see what I can do," said Adrian.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 18, 2010 20:34:08 GMT -5
"Did you like the lovely dinner I made for you?" asked Adrien, now downright sly. "I think that you should show me how much you appreciate me."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jan 18, 2010 20:38:34 GMT -5
Adrian glanced at him sideways.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 18, 2010 20:40:17 GMT -5
"...under the dress," Adrien prompted, when Adrian didn't pick up on his meaning.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jan 18, 2010 20:49:46 GMT -5
"I know what you meant," Adrian said defensively.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 18, 2010 20:52:55 GMT -5
"Then why," asked Adrien, arching an eyebrow, "did you hesitate?"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jan 18, 2010 20:57:09 GMT -5
"Because I haven't finished dinner."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 18, 2010 20:59:05 GMT -5
"Pfft, you are slow," said Adrien in English, slipping airily off his lap. "I have. I'm going to go change into something comfortable," he said as he left the room.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jan 18, 2010 21:12:35 GMT -5
"I'll be waiting right he-"
His voice trailed off. His eyes had followed Adrien to the threshold, and watched as Adrien walked right past someone else standing there in the shadows of the next room.
Adrian froze.
The figure looking back at him from the darkened living room was perhaps three feet tall, at most, dressed in something white and frilly that just barely hung down to her plump knees and with a white ribbon in her bobbed hair.
Adrian frowned. The little girl grinned and lifted a finger to her lips, made a soft shushing noise, and scurried out of the living room and into the study.
Adrian was silent for a moment, and then he groaned. He'd been having a few audible hallucinations since starting the medication for his hand- small things, like short whistles and pops from time to time. They were irritating, but livable.
This, however, was something different. A fully fledged human being- his sister.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 18, 2010 21:20:16 GMT -5
"Adri-an!" called a voice in English from the other room. "Eet cannot possiblee take you zees long - "
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jan 18, 2010 21:31:12 GMT -5
"Just a moment."
He didn't have much of an appetite anymore. Adrian took the plate to the sink in the kitchen and then followed Adrien into the bedroom himself, forcing himself not to pause and try to look for Klara in the dark living room.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 18, 2010 21:33:05 GMT -5
Adrien was flopped onto the bed in a white knit shirt, v-necked, fitted, and a pair of comfortable but rather wide silk pants, and the same shoes as before. The dress and stockings were draped over a chair; one would almost say "tossed".
"'E arrives," he said in amusement without having to look up.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jan 18, 2010 21:35:59 GMT -5
"Do me a favor," said Adrian, glancing back over his shoulder for a moment.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 18, 2010 21:36:28 GMT -5
"Woteveur you ask."
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