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Post by Adrian Veidt on Apr 29, 2010 11:31:06 GMT -5
Once in the bedroom, it took him all of two minutes to change into something more comfortable.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Apr 29, 2010 11:33:54 GMT -5
Adrien, of course, took longer, washing his face of makeup first, and then stripping nonchalantly - oh dear, Adrian had ripped his stockings - and pulling on a pair of silk pyjamas.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Apr 29, 2010 11:37:54 GMT -5
"Well. That seems like enough excitement for one day."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Apr 29, 2010 11:39:03 GMT -5
He nodded. He was looking very snuggly.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Apr 29, 2010 11:46:17 GMT -5
"Come here."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Apr 29, 2010 11:46:42 GMT -5
He beamed and sashayed over.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Apr 29, 2010 11:50:46 GMT -5
Adrian bent down to kiss him.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Apr 29, 2010 11:51:22 GMT -5
He kissed back, lacing their fingers.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Apr 29, 2010 11:53:16 GMT -5
"I hope that perhaps I have redeemed myself to you now."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Apr 29, 2010 11:54:06 GMT -5
"You didn't have to." He kissed him again, and then looked down at their hands. "Adrian... how did you feel when your hand..." He didn't finish.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Apr 29, 2010 11:58:34 GMT -5
"When it was maimed?"
There was an uncomfortable bluntness about his voice, too much angry emphasis on the last word.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Apr 29, 2010 11:59:22 GMT -5
"When you were shot," he said softly.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Apr 29, 2010 12:09:53 GMT -5
"It was not as painful as you might think, if that helps."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Apr 29, 2010 12:11:03 GMT -5
"Did you... grieve? I would have."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Apr 29, 2010 12:14:03 GMT -5
"There was no time for that, nor any point to it."
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