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Post by Adrien Baillon on Apr 3, 2010 15:14:21 GMT -5
Adrien, still completely nude, which was how he ended up sleeping about fifty percent of the time, smiled self-consciously and slid under the sheets to lie with him.
"You weel be completely used to eet soon?"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Apr 3, 2010 15:22:28 GMT -5
"I hope so. And if not, well... you'll remain a pleasant surprise."
He shut his eyes and smiled a bit, uncharacteristically at peace.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Apr 3, 2010 15:28:20 GMT -5
Adrien, inexplicably touched, watched his face and traced his fingertips over it gently.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Apr 3, 2010 15:36:00 GMT -5
Adrian opened his eyes again and looked placidly, but not unhappily, at Adrien.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Apr 3, 2010 15:38:26 GMT -5
Adrien beamed at him and pulled his hand away, unconsciously sucking on his fingertip.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Apr 3, 2010 15:48:53 GMT -5
"You slept well?"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Apr 3, 2010 15:55:19 GMT -5
He nodded. "I tend to do zat, when I sleep wiss you."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Apr 3, 2010 16:04:33 GMT -5
Adrian ruffled Adrien's hair and pulled him closer to study him a little more. His hand briefly stopped with one fingertip resting on the small scar on Adrien's temple, and then slid down to cup his chin.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Apr 3, 2010 16:10:14 GMT -5
Adrien reached up to cup his hand over his wrist, smiling at him, totally beguiled. "Youuu'd nevair do zat to me, would you?" He knew already the answer was no, but he got something out of Adrian reminding him.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Apr 3, 2010 16:15:33 GMT -5
"Of course not," he said automatically, while reason forced him to privately amend it to "not on purpose..."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Apr 3, 2010 16:16:46 GMT -5
Adrien snuggled him quite thoroughly.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Apr 3, 2010 16:24:02 GMT -5
Adrian stretched a little and found himself thumbing the scar again without thinking. He pulled his hand away.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Apr 3, 2010 16:26:37 GMT -5
Adrien looked up at him with inquisitive, liquid eyes, and took a stab in the dark at Adrian's thoughts. "I don't miss him," he said in French.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Apr 3, 2010 16:27:51 GMT -5
This was not the response Adrian had anticipated, but it was also a relief.
"Good," he said quietly.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Apr 3, 2010 16:30:24 GMT -5
"I don't know why I loved him anymore," he said. "I think about it sometimes, but it's not attractive anymore. I can't...imagine anyone treating me like that anymore," he added shyly, lookng almost troubled, as though he thought he were overstepping bounds.
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