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Post by Adrien Baillon on Aug 13, 2010 0:14:55 GMT -5
Not following, he obeyed anyway, tilting his head to see what Adrian was getting at.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Aug 13, 2010 0:26:16 GMT -5
Adrian leaned over him, one leg braced against the desk.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Aug 13, 2010 0:28:01 GMT -5
He got it all of a sudden.
"Oooh!"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Aug 13, 2010 0:40:01 GMT -5
He caught Adrien across the back with one arm and leaned down to kiss him.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Aug 13, 2010 0:49:18 GMT -5
He leaned upwards to kiss him back, and reached back at the same time to steady himself against the desk.
His palm pushed against a folder full of photographs and slid backwards, causing him to jump and rapidly turn away to gather up those that spilled.
Within moments he'd scooped them up and was now gazing upon a photograph of yet another serious young man, allthough since he wasn't in uniform, Adrien couldn't tell who it was immediately.
"Adrian, who is....? Ohhh."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Aug 13, 2010 0:59:38 GMT -5
Adrian didn't say anything.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Aug 13, 2010 1:06:23 GMT -5
He looked at it intently, then glanced at the others. There were more of his father, now older and with children. Adrien hadn't realized his father had been so much older than Adrian's mother.
"Your poor maman," he said seriously, "he is very handsome, I know how it is. See here, that smile is like Roger's. I remember how I felt when he smiled at me like that," he sighed, showing Adrian one of the photos of his own smirking father unhappily. "Before and after we fought..."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Aug 13, 2010 1:48:38 GMT -5
"He... did that during as well," Adrian admitted. "It wasn't a matter of temper, most of the time. He just... enjoyed it."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Aug 13, 2010 1:50:20 GMT -5
He looked through the photos and stroked one of Adrian's mother with great tenderness, then put the photos away quickly with a phenomenal shiver and pressed against Adrian again.
"I'm cold," he repeated, in a competely different way. "Hold me."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Aug 13, 2010 1:53:35 GMT -5
This time, the cozying was much more thorough and abrupt, pulling Adrien completely into his arms and holding him up off the ground like a child.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Aug 13, 2010 1:55:08 GMT -5
"Let's go upstairs again," he said, wrapping around him. "Let's just cuddle up there, okay?"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Aug 13, 2010 2:01:34 GMT -5
"All right. That... that sounds like a good idea."
He nodded, glancing at the pile of photographs.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Aug 13, 2010 2:04:10 GMT -5
He rested his face against Adrian's, his eyelashes beating lightly against his cheek. They were wet.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Aug 13, 2010 2:28:22 GMT -5
He carried him out and shut the door firmly, as though to prevent the photographs from escaping.
Once upstairs, Adrian set Adrien on the bed and leaned against the wall for a moment, deep in thought. After a moment, he turned back to look at him.
"Well, now's as good a time as ever to tell you everything."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Aug 13, 2010 2:30:22 GMT -5
"You can tell me anything," he said, perfectly in earnest, sitting up and reaching for Adrian's hand.
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