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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jan 3, 2020 13:32:11 GMT -5
Adrian closed his eyes, and for a moment he was ten years younger and miles away, the blood price of their agreed-upon new world already settled and the grief already being processed as well as he could. He grieved without guilt, or at least not guilt for the price, which for Jon was already paid, had been paid long ago.
“Do you enjoy this?” he asked softly.
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Post by Jon Osterman on Jan 3, 2020 13:36:01 GMT -5
"If you are asking me if I do this for your sake alone, I do not," said Jon, nearly wryly. When Adrian bumped into the table behind him, it was not so roughly done as to damage the equipment, but there was a faint clinking of glass implements. "I can hardly say I'm indifferent."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jan 3, 2020 13:39:15 GMT -5
“I don’t know- if we should-“ Adrian murmured, mouth half-stifled against Jon. “Enjoy it, that is. We’re still- oh- in the preliminary phase- that awful solemnity-“
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Post by Jon Osterman on Jan 3, 2020 13:47:37 GMT -5
"Live in the now," said Jon, voice mild with irony, even as he thumbed Adrian's belt through its buckle. He felt aware of every heartbeat in every capillary, every tightening of every joint, beneath Adrian's skin while his skin came beneath his lips, his palms, his fingers. It did not detract from the bigger picture. He still remembered - although it wasn't really memory, not really - the first time he'd noticed that what he felt for the other man was attraction. A strange thing to take note of. Could a thing like Jon have a sexual orientation? He had for some time seen Adrian as an anchor to his own humanity. Strange, then, to realize that he had been a pair of cutting shears to Adrian's. Perhaps tonight he was trying to give it back to him. "It will always be solemn and awful."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jan 3, 2020 14:50:52 GMT -5
“Jon,” said Adrian.
That was all he managed before he kissed him again. It was what felt like an eternity later before he could finish the question.
“Do you often think of the war-“
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Post by Jon Osterman on Jan 3, 2020 15:03:52 GMT -5
Now he really did seem to smile.
"Yes," he said.
It was still, for Jon, the war.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jan 3, 2020 15:12:34 GMT -5
"Even when we're- every time we were intimate, I imagine?"
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Post by Jon Osterman on Jan 3, 2020 15:15:20 GMT -5
"I try to give you my attention," said Jon. "Imagine your television room in Karnak, and trying to focus on only one of the screens."
Judging from Jon's hands, it was not so difficult as to be impossible.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jan 3, 2020 15:25:21 GMT -5
"The bodies- nnn- bursting like so many overripe tomatoes- always at the corner of your vision-"
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Post by Jon Osterman on Jan 3, 2020 15:28:01 GMT -5
"I experience time simultaneously, but that doesn't mean this conversation can't theoretically put me out of the mood," said Jon, though, when he pressed against him and kissed his ear, his throat, it didn't seem as though it had.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jan 3, 2020 15:38:21 GMT -5
"I've tried to make myself see it," said Adrian. "You might- have to show me- help me comprehend it-"
The last word ended in a choked groan as he tilted his head back.
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Post by Jon Osterman on Jan 3, 2020 15:57:16 GMT -5
"Adrian," he breathed, Jon who did not have to breathe, against Adrian's throat - it had always been an erogenous zone for him. "During the war, I also remembered you."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jan 3, 2020 16:41:38 GMT -5
“How did you manage it,” Adrian muttered, clinging to Jon now with one arm, digging his fingers into a shoulder that wouldn’t feel pain.
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Post by Jon Osterman on Jan 3, 2020 16:49:05 GMT -5
"It manages me," he said, dipping his head down to kiss Adrian's chest.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jan 3, 2020 17:45:32 GMT -5
“Jon?” Adrian asked, though it was more of a moan now. He had shut his eyes.
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