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Post by Adrien Baillon on Mar 18, 2011 0:55:58 GMT -5
The receptionist gave Adrien an exceptionally long stare, possibly over the rumpled clothes, but she didn't question his entrance at all - which made sense, given that the rest of the world only knew them as a married couple. Thus he entered unannounced, and shut the door behind himself and leaned back on it as though shuddering from a great deal of physical exertion (though it had required nothing but to call a damn cab).
Adrian was looking out the window, back to him. Adrien wanted to call out to him, but his memory of Adrian, velvet cape sweeping from his shoulders, turning to face him with the most still, serene expression, avoiding the topic of Micaela's scream, was too fresh. He didn't want Adrian to turn around and be a stranger. He didn't know what he wanted.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Mar 18, 2011 1:03:54 GMT -5
The Adrian that turned around might have indeed been a stranger, though not the same one as five days previously. He looked haggard and weary, and while no new grey had had a chance to appear, his hair was disheveled, as though he'd only very quickly combed it and then left it alone. His mouth opened tremblingly before he was finally able to say Adrien's name, in little more than a whisper.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Mar 18, 2011 1:04:53 GMT -5
Adrien clapped his hands over his mouth and stared.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Mar 18, 2011 1:06:05 GMT -5
"You came back-"
He hurried toward Adrien and put his arms around him, both desperate and relieved.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Mar 18, 2011 1:07:37 GMT -5
"I didn't want to -"
The words were out before he could stop himself, though he let Adrian pull him in. Adrian spooked him, although in a different fashion. He'd never seen him look disheveled, not like this, not even when Micaela had vanished, not even when they'd been apart a day after Brasov.
"I didn't want to go to you but I didn't want to lose you to anybody else - I guess - I guess that means I should be here with you-"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Mar 18, 2011 1:11:53 GMT -5
"It's fine-"
He closed his eyes and just stood there holding Adrien against his chest.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Mar 18, 2011 1:12:40 GMT -5
"...I guess that means I want to be."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Mar 18, 2011 1:14:56 GMT -5
He cupped Adrien's cheek with his hand and smiled down at him. He briefly brought his right wrist up to Adrien's other cheek as well, then seemed to suddenly realize that this was probably extremely disturbing and lowered it instead.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Mar 18, 2011 1:17:33 GMT -5
Adrien's eyes did indeed look briefly, slightly panicked, in its direction, but he had already known that, more or less. It was't even as brutal as it had looked after the bullets had finished with it, but there was something even more horrifying in the complete and utter lack of a hand. Like Adrian himself was unfinished, not whole, incomplete, and he could no longer hide the fact. To Adrien, for whom that may as well have been true, it was extremely disturbing. He pushed the wrist away further.
"You look like shit..."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Mar 18, 2011 1:20:00 GMT -5
Adrian laughed bitterly.
"I'd imagine I must. I haven't done much looking in mirrors lately."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Mar 18, 2011 1:20:54 GMT -5
"Neither have I. I left my favorite lipstick in..." His voice went dry, his lips refused to form the word 'Karnak'.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Mar 18, 2011 1:22:43 GMT -5
"I'll just have to buy you some more..."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Mar 18, 2011 1:23:32 GMT -5
"It's creepy, to think, I left part of myself there in the snow-" He was beginning to cling to his suit in animalistic panic.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Mar 18, 2011 1:24:52 GMT -5
"Sssh-"
He pulled Adrien close again and stroked his hair.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Mar 18, 2011 1:28:37 GMT -5
"I'm scared we'll never be in love again-"
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