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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 21, 2012 22:11:08 GMT -5
He finally pulled back on his own, looking aged and drained and a little puffy-eyed, sitting quietly at the table with a hollow look.
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Post by Crowley on Jan 21, 2012 22:12:47 GMT -5
Crowley picked up the mugs and went to put them in the sink as if he was going to watch them later, but then he decided that as long as what he was was out in the open it couldn't hurt to miracle them clean. He cleared the coffee away with a small gesture and put them back in the cabinet.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 21, 2012 22:17:22 GMT -5
Adrien stared into the pristine unclutteredness of Crowley's unlived-in flat.
If he were immortal like Crowley, he wondered what his flat would look like. Probably the same as his and Adrian's bedroom - with denim and silk lingerie strewn about in equal proportion and magazines and open books on most surfaces, and forgotten cups of tea or coffee that sometimes, if he was really unlucky, Bubastis accidentally knocked over.
It drove Adrian crazy. It'd probably drive Crowley crazy, too.
Adrien was just never gonna be a fit companion for anybody but crazy, aging drag queens with no sense of realism, and that was fine before he'd learned more about the world, but he didn't now if it was okay now.
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Post by Crowley on Jan 21, 2012 22:26:10 GMT -5
He sat back at the table and looked at his hands.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 21, 2012 22:27:58 GMT -5
"...and you're sure."
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Post by Crowley on Jan 21, 2012 22:32:19 GMT -5
He stayed looking down. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm sure."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 21, 2012 22:33:33 GMT -5
"...well, all right then," he said wearily, sounding completely miserable, but worn down. He didn't know if it was that he just didn't have the will to fight for this, or if he actually had the horrible sense that if you had to fight for love there was probably nothing there to salvage.
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Post by Crowley on Jan 21, 2012 22:44:34 GMT -5
Crowley's phone buzzed and he looked at it.
"It, uh, looks like I've got some business to attend to today," he said. "You need anything while I'm out?"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 21, 2012 22:46:05 GMT -5
He shook his head.
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Post by Crowley on Jan 21, 2012 22:46:55 GMT -5
"Okay, I'm gonna get dressed," he said, and he walked quickly back to the bedroom.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 21, 2012 22:47:37 GMT -5
"Crowley?" he called after him, panicked notes creeping into his voice.
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Post by Crowley on Jan 21, 2012 22:48:20 GMT -5
He poked his head out of the door. "Yes?"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 21, 2012 22:48:59 GMT -5
"...you know, right, that I'm not gonna be here when you get back, though?" he asked softly.
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Post by Crowley on Jan 21, 2012 22:51:53 GMT -5
Crowley walked back and kissed the top of his head. He pondered what he should say for a moment and then smiled sadly.
"Good luck."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 21, 2012 22:52:52 GMT -5
He set his jaw. "I'm gonna miss you, you miserable bastard."
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