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Post by Adrien Baillon on May 29, 2010 4:18:17 GMT -5
"Can you ever forgive me?"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on May 29, 2010 4:23:47 GMT -5
"There's nothing to forgive. I..."
He tilted Adrien's face toward himself.
"...I want you to tell me about Roger Marchetti."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on May 29, 2010 4:24:25 GMT -5
"No, you don't. You don't have to ask me about anything you don't want to hear." He snugged him desperately.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on May 29, 2010 4:26:13 GMT -5
"I want to."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on May 29, 2010 4:30:01 GMT -5
"Well... what, what do you want to know?" he asked, pulling back and wiping at his eyes a bit.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on May 29, 2010 4:32:22 GMT -5
"You may begin wherever you like."
He brushed Adrien's hair back with one hand, very gently.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on May 29, 2010 4:34:08 GMT -5
"But - but I don't know what you want to hear."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on May 29, 2010 4:39:31 GMT -5
"Everything."
It would make a good guide to know what not to do.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on May 29, 2010 4:46:47 GMT -5
Adrien sucked on his lip.
"...I met him when I was sixteen. He was having tea with Danie, you know, and I'd run home. He had a big grin and was all bronzed and had golden hair and it curled in the front and he was so dashing. We had tea and then he asked if he could take off my scarf. And I said yes. And he did and started kissing my neck. And then he pulled me onto the couch - you know what couch I mean? - and we made love, and then finished our tea. Ooh, I liked him so much - he was like, he reminded me of Fred Astaire, only not skinny.
"Then a few days later I saw him at a bar and went over to him, and he introduced me to all of his friends - Dillon, Lombardi, some other guys - as his nephew. They were all real smashing to me and he bought me a few drinks and then took me back to his hotel room and gave me some more and then he fuck - he made love to me again. And then he told me I could stay over for however long I wanted if I got sick of Darling and Danie. And I didn't but I did like him a lot, so a couple days later I showed up and he let me stay with him, and, well."
He shrugged.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on May 29, 2010 4:49:23 GMT -5
"I... see."
Adrian was silent for a moment.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on May 29, 2010 4:59:39 GMT -5
"Oh, he was fantastic," Adrien gushed, forgetting himself in reminiscing. "He took me out to all sorts of places - bought me clothes for movies and I'd suck him off in the cinema - little boater hats, we went on boats, things like that, we fucked on the beach and he was so gorgeous. And I spent all this time with him and he was always in the most charming mood. I didn't even know what he did until I walked in on him and Lombardi... talking over a suitcase of white powder... Well, Divine sells Mary Jane, you know, it's no big deal.
"He was just so charming, and things. Well, he did have a temper, but it didn't really... well, he slapped me around a bit but you expect that. Our first big fight, he pushed me down the stairs and I broke my wrist. But he was so apologetic - I mean, he didn't mean for that to happen. And all the while I was healing he treated me like a pregnant woman, like a real lady. He was so tender.
"But, then, after I healed..."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on May 29, 2010 5:02:47 GMT -5
"Adrien, please look at me."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on May 29, 2010 5:03:51 GMT -5
His eyes went from being unfocused to being unnervingly fixed on his face, too-bright, too-blue.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on May 29, 2010 5:05:27 GMT -5
"I don't remind you of him, do I?"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on May 29, 2010 5:06:31 GMT -5
He paused and he frowned. "You didn't at first. But in some ways, now, you're a bit like he was then... in the beginning... before he, changed..."
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