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Post by Adrien Baillon on Dec 6, 2011 0:07:38 GMT -5
Crowley was Veidt's opposite in nearly everything - mature and sage where Veidt was petulant (and denying it) but young and wise-cracking where Veidt was eternally ancient, fun where Veidt was stodgy, compassionate and dare one even say nurturing where Veidt was simply too damn possessive. Of course, Adrien was seeing the world through rose-colored glasses, literally, at the moment, but for the most part it seemed to be precisely true.
Then again they were stripped to the buff outside of the respective sunglasses (Adrien felt underdressed with Crowley's eyes always covered, but didn't want part of his face to be blocked out, so he'd compromised; he thought the pink lenses looked very charming) and laughing in low voices in the candlelit seclusion of a heated bath with oil smelling of Egyption musk poured into it, a tray of champagne beside them, and it was hard to get much further from Adrian Veidt in the midst of that kind of decadence.
Adrien, high out of his mind from the goddamn frivolity of it all, leaned in to nip Crowley's ear with a growl and then started to snicker into his oiled shoulder.
It almost occurred to him to tell Crowley that Adrian produced a pen that could write underwater, but he didn't. He was getting a lot better at that sort of thing.
"Wee should open the champagne," he said muzzily, nuzzling him. "What do you say?"
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Post by Crowley on Dec 6, 2011 0:13:08 GMT -5
"Brilliant plan," he said, grabbing the bottle and popping it over carefully. It popped loudly but managed not to bubble over. He poured Adrien a glass first and handed it to him.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Dec 6, 2011 0:16:54 GMT -5
Adrien sipped, much too giddy to come off remotely sophisticiated.
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Post by Crowley on Dec 6, 2011 0:19:08 GMT -5
"This is quite possibly the most ridiculous thing I've done in a long time," he said as he poured his drink. He was grinning in a way that indicated that he was very pleased at the ridiculousness.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Dec 6, 2011 0:21:06 GMT -5
"Me too," Adrien giggled, though with him the pleasure went straight into near relief.
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Post by Crowley on Dec 6, 2011 0:26:16 GMT -5
"Well. That and splitting that whole cake. That was a bit excessive."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Dec 6, 2011 0:29:54 GMT -5
"Hey, I didn't eat the entire half!"
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Post by Crowley on Dec 6, 2011 0:31:00 GMT -5
"Well, I did. Worth it."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Dec 6, 2011 0:32:46 GMT -5
"It was amazing," he sighed happily. "Raspberries everywhere."
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Post by Crowley on Dec 6, 2011 0:35:58 GMT -5
Crowley laughed. "I think I still have a few seeds stuck in my teeth," he said.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Dec 6, 2011 0:37:50 GMT -5
"Poor Crowley," he said in a drawn-out tone of sympathy. "Isn't your life hard..."
And then he busted out laughing.
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Post by Crowley on Dec 6, 2011 0:38:37 GMT -5
"I believe that's what we call a First World Problem," he said, sipping his champagne like he'd just said something wise.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Dec 6, 2011 0:40:03 GMT -5
"Well, you can just sit here picking your teeth like the classy bastard you are-"
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Post by Crowley on Dec 6, 2011 0:44:11 GMT -5
"I'm very class. Classy as shit. Look at me in my Parisian flat with all these fancy oils and this champagne and a Frenchman in my tub."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Dec 6, 2011 0:46:37 GMT -5
"Meow."
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