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Post by Daniel Dreiberg on Feb 19, 2012 4:40:58 GMT -5
"Scared? Was someone trying to hurt you?"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Feb 19, 2012 4:46:12 GMT -5
"Aw, Dan. No. Not really. I...shit. I tried to get together with Crowley - you remember, from Christmas? That was the guy I slept with in Brasov - can't believe Adrian agreed to have him at the party," he said wryly. "Well, after a week living with him he broke up with me, said he didn't love me and it could never last. He was..." A demon. He couldn't tell Dan that. "...not human, it turns out. And before that, I... fuck. Lazarus came over to interview me about Adrian, and..." He squirmed in his seat.
"....it was like I fucking forgot he was an actor. You know how sometimes, I'm a real mess? I was suddenly telling him, like, how can I stay with you after what you've done? And he responded in character, like he was really Adrian, begging me not to leave him. So I had makeup sex with the wrong fucking man!"
He was bitter, but jittery. Remembering this made him queasy, and it was humiliating to recount because how on earth could you accidentally fuck the actor playing your husband?
"It was so weird. But... I mean... that's not really why I left without talking to you. Well, it sort of is. Kinda."
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Post by Daniel Dreiberg on Feb 19, 2012 4:52:52 GMT -5
Dan's face grew red, it was all very much to take in, and hearing about what Lazarus did, only fueled that righteous anger that had began to boil earlier.
"How do you find these people?" He asked, wanting to know the truth, knowing, Adrien didn't know either "These people who hurt you, who use you? No better question, why do they have to find you? You've been through enough god dammit-" he caught his breath "-it's horrible, that after everything you've been through, you're still going through more."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Feb 19, 2012 4:54:30 GMT -5
"...I just met Steve Rogers and gave him my phone number," he piped up in a tiny, but somewhat cheery voice. No matter what he'd been through, he always came out like that - even though he frequently didn't learn, which was basically the problem.
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Post by Daniel Dreiberg on Feb 19, 2012 4:56:13 GMT -5
Dan had to laugh a bit "Yea, that you did."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Feb 19, 2012 5:01:56 GMT -5
"....Dan, I was... I mean, my record makes it pretty clear, I can't seem to talk to people without screwing them, and you deserve a whole lot better than that, so I fled. It was cowardly. I'm sorry. I wish I hadn't, now. But then... It just felt like I ought to be under house arrest or something."
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Post by Daniel Dreiberg on Feb 19, 2012 5:02:42 GMT -5
Dan stopped laughing "I- you wanted to, with me?"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Feb 19, 2012 5:06:18 GMT -5
"You don't know how it is, being rejected by everybody and the only person who wants you is..."
He thought of Adrian talking on the phone with him, sounding pathetic, broken, and desperate, yet resigned at the same time.
Wretchedly, he said, "I mean, I wasn't thinking straight. I never do when I'm lonely. I mean, hell, I might fuck things up with Steve too, but at least that won't be... losing you."
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Post by Daniel Dreiberg on Feb 19, 2012 5:09:54 GMT -5
Dan bit his lip, the thought had crossed his mind, sure. It had ever since Karnak, ever since that odd night.
But he was a man and it was only natural that he'd think these things.
He just had no idea, that the thoughts had ever even crossed Adrien's mind.
He tried to play it off coolly "I'm flattered" he said a bit shakily "but, I do know how it feels, you know, to be lonely, and-" he hoped Adrien got the message, he hoped he understood, that Dan understood.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Feb 19, 2012 5:11:56 GMT -5
"....yeah," he said hollowly.
And swallowed, glancing towards the clock. "...hey, Dan?"
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Post by Daniel Dreiberg on Feb 19, 2012 5:12:53 GMT -5
"Yea?"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Feb 19, 2012 5:19:42 GMT -5
"I really am sorry. I was gonna make you a batch of cookies and everything, I had all the ingredients, but I just... ran away instead."
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Post by Daniel Dreiberg on Feb 19, 2012 5:21:40 GMT -5
Dan breathed out a small laugh "That's unfortunate, because I bet your cookies are amazing."
(This could have been taken a whole other way, if it wasn't Dan we were talking about here.)
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Feb 19, 2012 5:25:20 GMT -5
"It's funny, I talked about that to Steve, and he was like 'man, that's crazy', I mean, about Adrian not eating what I bake, he said, 'if I had a wife who baked cookies I'd eat them until I was huge'. Though, if he has a super fast metabolism that probably wouldn't happen. You know, if I had been born a girl, I bet my life would be better. I think about maman, and- she had a hard life, too, looking back on it I think she actually used to hook, too, though I didn't know when I was a kid. But then she met Paul and had Claire and now her life is perfect."
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Post by Daniel Dreiberg on Feb 19, 2012 5:33:19 GMT -5
"You can have that too Adrien" although Adrien couldn't see it, he was holding his brow and dropping his glasses on to the couch. He wasn't getting frustrated, his eyes were just beginning to hurt, because he'd fallen asleep wearing his glasses, and he didn't need them to talk on the phone.
"And just because you were born a man, doesn't mean you're life would have been different. The only difference might have been the risk of pregnancy" he stopped, that wasn't something he needed to start talking about. "What I mean is, you're life, the life you had, you don't have to hold on to it. You can make it better for yourself, and just because that misera- just because Adrian is Adrian, doesn't mean you can't go and do just that."
He leaned his head back and closed his eyes.
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