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Post by Adrian Veidt on Dec 29, 2017 14:38:51 GMT -5
Adrian's face seemed to cloud over as he considered this. He looked toward the window, which showed nothing but the unchanging, steady darkness of Antarctic winter.
"Yes. Of course."
Adrian turned away from the window again and went to sit by the fire instead, near Jon and Bubastis.
"It's been a somewhat demoralizing year," he admitted. "I know- you know that already, you know everything already. At least, that's the theory, isn't it?"
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Post by Jon Osterman on Dec 29, 2017 14:40:18 GMT -5
"Seeing my past, present and future simultaneously?" asked Jon, almost affably. "That is hardly everything. I am only one man."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Dec 29, 2017 14:45:13 GMT -5
Adrian smiled, but there was no real joy in it.
"Had things gone differently a few months ago, I might have been introducing you to my children this evening."
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Post by Jon Osterman on Dec 29, 2017 14:47:12 GMT -5
Jon smiled faintly. "You've hidden your personal life so well that even I had no reason to suspect you had one."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Dec 29, 2017 14:59:17 GMT -5
"Fosterlings," Adrian corrected. "There was some unpleasant business with the East German ambassador and his wife being shot a few months back. Their son was targeted as well; the daughter was catatonic. I entertained a few notions as to taking them in myself rather than leaving them to be returned to the system, but I suppose that ran counter to a few other parties' intent..."
Adrian pressed his lips together moodily for a long moment, then abruptly waved his hand to dismiss it.
"It might not have even worked," he admitted. "God knows there are enough rumors about my sexual proclivities, and without a wife- well, I suppose it's not as easy to go about collecting children as Little Orphan Annie might make one think. Still..."
He looked around vaguely, as though assessing their surroundings for suitability for a child- or two of them, as the case may be.
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Post by Jon Osterman on Dec 29, 2017 15:36:03 GMT -5
"Two children," Jon mused, over a decade ahead of Adrian. "A boy and a girl. It is a picturesque notion."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Dec 29, 2017 16:23:33 GMT -5
“There are greater things in the world to worry about,” Adrian said dismissively, waving a hand. “Mind if I have a smoke?”
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Post by Jon Osterman on Dec 29, 2017 17:31:00 GMT -5
"Not at all," said Jon, still musing on the children. "Are there greater things to worry about? Worrying about the children is, in essence, the only concern anyone has. The fight to secure a future for the generations yet to come," he went on as Adrian lit up.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Mar 3, 2018 20:07:55 GMT -5
“Fair enough,” Adrian conceded. “We can pretend I was thinking more broadly than myself.”
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Post by Jon Osterman on Mar 4, 2018 20:18:03 GMT -5
"You don't have to. I am perfectly content to talk about your life exclusively. I don't know those unborn generations, and they have not invited me over to their vacation homes," said Jon with a gentle, satisfied, slightly dissonant smile, indicating he might have at one point in time known to laugh when he said this.
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