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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jul 16, 2012 1:13:33 GMT -5
A familiar face, looking no different from the Adrien of weeks past except that she was smoulderingly angry, appeared and demanded to know where Adrian Veidt was. Apparently upstairs.
Wearing an enormous trench coat and a pair of peg trousers and flat shoes she stormed up and into the room. She could see him, he was so very recognizeable, tall, broad shoulders, wearing black, as though grieving, how dare he - pale and drawn, circles beneath his eyes - Adrien stormed up towards him.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jul 16, 2012 1:15:24 GMT -5
Adrian's eyes widened.
"Adrien-"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jul 16, 2012 1:16:55 GMT -5
She slapped him scornfully across the face, then turned and glared at all the gaping people in the room and shouted for them to get out.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jul 16, 2012 1:19:03 GMT -5
Adrian gasped a little, then gestured violently in assent.
"Get out-"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jul 16, 2012 1:25:19 GMT -5
As everyone scurried away, Adrien sat down furiously in a chair, then leapt to her feet and paced back and forth like a cat with a twitching tail.
"You, you bastard-"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jul 16, 2012 1:26:39 GMT -5
"Hello, Adrien," he said grimly.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jul 16, 2012 1:27:48 GMT -5
"You lied," he spat.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jul 16, 2012 1:35:07 GMT -5
"Of course I lied," Adrian said, almost as viciously.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jul 16, 2012 1:43:56 GMT -5
Adrien beat on his chest uselessly.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jul 16, 2012 1:46:10 GMT -5
Adrian caught Adrien's wrists.
"What choice did I have?" he said desperately.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jul 16, 2012 1:49:26 GMT -5
"If you didn't want to be with me you should have said, you didn't have to manipulate me to get me out of that diner," she said, face twitching with brief attempts to contort into tears, turning her face hopelessly up to his.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jul 16, 2012 1:52:41 GMT -5
"I love you," Adrian retorted. "I want nothing more than to be with you-"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jul 16, 2012 1:54:05 GMT -5
"So give me a panic attack so I'll run off? That's your fucking plan?"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jul 16, 2012 2:01:45 GMT -5
"Well, you did run," Adrian retorted.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jul 16, 2012 2:03:26 GMT -5
Adrien wrenched her wrists out of his grasp, rubbing them sullenly, startled and hurt.
"Is there anything you've ever wanted from me that you didn't obtain through lies?"
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