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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jan 21, 2012 23:49:51 GMT -5
It was a sad testament to how well-made Adrian's hand was, that it shook when he reached for the telephone.
Who knew if Adrien would even pick up. Who knew if Adrien would ever want to see him again.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 21, 2012 23:52:30 GMT -5
It had been two miserable days of getting tears and snot on everything that he owned, of feeling that this wasn't even his own house because it was still Adrian's, after all, of wanting to find the first vampire he could and beg them to make him what they were, and now after dead silence (for how could he listen to music when the last time he'd done so he had been in Crowley's arms?) the phone was ringing.
It was picked up very quickly and fumbled.
"Hello?"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jan 21, 2012 23:55:16 GMT -5
"A- Adrien?"
He sounded like a dying man, voice cracked and hoarse and so old, but old like the youth had been leeched out of him all at once, not over time.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 21, 2012 23:56:37 GMT -5
Adrien found the voice on the other end - the realization that it wasn't Crowley, it was him, his husband - actually repellent and jerked the phone away from his ear.
"What?"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jan 21, 2012 23:59:16 GMT -5
"Adrien, are you there-"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 21, 2012 23:59:57 GMT -5
"Yes," he said, almost in a sulk - obvious, wasn't it?
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jan 22, 2012 0:05:27 GMT -5
"...I won't be home for another five days, love," he said wretchedly. "We've been de..."
He stopped as though choked.
"...Adrien, I nearly took Megan to bed the other night. I kissed her. If you still want that divorce... we can lay the matter at my feet."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 22, 2012 0:06:59 GMT -5
"And I was with Crowley for a week," said Adrien bluntly. "And I fucked Kirk Lazarus before that- I don't care who you sleep with. Sleep with everybody you meet if it makes you happy."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jan 22, 2012 0:08:50 GMT -5
"I- Lazarus? What?"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 22, 2012 0:10:02 GMT -5
"....it was right after you left for New York," he mumbled grudgingly.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jan 22, 2012 0:12:35 GMT -5
"...I see."
There was a pause.
"How are things with Crowley?"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 22, 2012 0:14:33 GMT -5
"I was here to pick up the phone, wasn't I?" he asked, a naked bitterness in his voice that really did not sound as though it should be there.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jan 22, 2012 0:15:39 GMT -5
"...I'm sorry."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 22, 2012 0:20:10 GMT -5
There was the tinny sound of a long sigh. "Out of all the assholes I've ever loved, you're the only one who's ever loved me back. Well. You and Father Andre, I guess-"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jan 22, 2012 0:28:59 GMT -5
"...I called to say I am willing to finalize the divorce and take the blame for it," Adrian sighed weakly. "I can even provide you protection from the media-"
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