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Post by Adrien Baillon on Aug 8, 2011 19:07:33 GMT -5
"...you can't come here, fuck," he said, gripping a fistful of his own hair. "Look, I have a credit card- we could meet at a hotel - it might be good sleep someplace else tonight anyway, this last week's been hell, being here-"
He realized the credit card was Adrian's and that he had nothing of his own and felt like crying again, this time out of frustration.
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Post by Daniel Dreiberg on Aug 9, 2011 0:49:59 GMT -5
"How about you meet me at my house, and I'll take you out to dinner? Then you can find yourself a nice hotel to stay in for the night."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Aug 9, 2011 1:55:43 GMT -5
"...okay," he agreed waveringly, a little cautious, though not for any reason he himself could discern. "What should I wear? I mean should I be a boy or a girl?"
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Post by Daniel Dreiberg on Aug 9, 2011 2:17:16 GMT -5
"You should be whatever makes you the most comfortable, be it heels or sweat pants."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Aug 9, 2011 2:28:12 GMT -5
Adria had told him to choose for himself before, but it had been done sanctimoniously, or with words like, "I don't care" - never in a way that had made him want to hug him as much as he wanted to hug Dan right now. He was almost embarrassed.
"Dan, can I come over right now?"
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Post by Daniel Dreiberg on Aug 9, 2011 15:00:33 GMT -5
"Sure, come on over."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Aug 9, 2011 15:15:22 GMT -5
"I'll see you soon!" He clicked off and hastily got up from bed to find clothes to wear. He ended up in a sweater dress with an enormous cowl, a diamond necklace, tights, heeled booties, and finally, a short red wig and a pair of sunglasses. The last thing he needed was to be noticed as Adrian Veidt's spouse while he was out.
Pulling on a trench coat and grabbing his purse, he tried to make his way out of the house as surreptitiously as possible.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Aug 9, 2011 17:44:56 GMT -5
"Adrien?"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Aug 9, 2011 17:46:38 GMT -5
Fuck! "What?"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Aug 9, 2011 17:49:25 GMT -5
Adrian appeared in the doorway, looking a little tired and dishevelled. He'd taken off his jacket, undone his tie and the first few buttons of his shirt.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Aug 9, 2011 17:54:39 GMT -5
Adrien looked slightly guilty. He was in clothes obviously meant to disguise him and to look nice enough to go out in, and it was obvious he'd intended to creep out without his noticing.
In many ways, it hurt too much to look at Adrian. He looked very tired, and quite a bit older, but still beautiful. He no longer appeared like a statue, but like a very vulnerable man. And there was nothing about him that was powermad or aloof, nothing that advertised that this was a man who had played God in Antarctica and snapped when it was more violent and horrible than he had anticipated. But Adrien was too close to him to be able to look at what he did objectively; all he could feel was pain.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Aug 9, 2011 17:57:27 GMT -5
"You're going somewhere," he said. "That's... that's all right. I can tell that you need space-"
He glanced away as though there were something behind him. He sounded extremely distracted.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Aug 9, 2011 18:01:31 GMT -5
"You're hallucinating again, aren't you."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Aug 9, 2011 18:04:03 GMT -5
"No, I'm not taking that medication anymore," he muttered.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Aug 9, 2011 18:09:14 GMT -5
"What is it, then?" he snapped. "Are you being haunted by ghosts? Am I?"
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