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Post by Adrian Veidt on Apr 3, 2010 19:49:03 GMT -5
Adrian was not nude, merely shirtless, but this didn't stop him from climbing atop Adrien, straddling him, when he returned to him.
"Now," he said, punctuating this with a small kiss, "where were we?"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Apr 3, 2010 19:51:31 GMT -5
Adrien laughed, throwing up the heels of his hands, but instead of shoving at him, he slid his hands around his chest and behind his back, kind of scooting a bit to get closer.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Apr 3, 2010 19:58:10 GMT -5
"Is there anything else you want to know?"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Apr 3, 2010 20:01:06 GMT -5
"Tell about when you were a child," he suggested, touseling his hair.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Apr 3, 2010 22:31:29 GMT -5
Adrian's mouth twisted a tiny bit.
"...do you really want to know?'
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Apr 3, 2010 22:32:30 GMT -5
He nodded, beaming.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Apr 3, 2010 22:36:57 GMT -5
"It's..."
He finally glanced back at Adrien.
"It's not a very pleasant story, and would rather kill the mood."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Apr 3, 2010 22:49:19 GMT -5
Adrien looked solemn and brushed hair off his forehead, but set his jaw almost defiantly. "I am strong, I can hear it."
He stroked Adrian's cheek with his fingertip.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Apr 3, 2010 22:52:47 GMT -5
"It's not that I doubt your ability to comprehend it, Adrien."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Apr 3, 2010 22:53:18 GMT -5
"You don't want to tell me?"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Apr 3, 2010 22:56:14 GMT -5
"It's not something I discuss very often."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Apr 3, 2010 23:19:15 GMT -5
Adrien paused to work this out. "...but there hasn't been anyone you'd want to tell before."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Apr 3, 2010 23:27:37 GMT -5
"It's..."
He was silent for a moment, and then finally said:
"I lied when I said only my parents were immigrants to America."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Apr 3, 2010 23:29:45 GMT -5
Adrien stroked his hair. "That doesn't bother me," he said encouragingly.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Apr 4, 2010 2:26:01 GMT -5
"I was born in a town that sat just before the Polish border," Adrian began, his voice as distant as if he were recalling a dream or a fairy tale. "My father had been stationed there... I imagine it's part of the GDR now. I don't want to go back."
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