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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 12, 2020 15:26:17 GMT -5
Thunder cracks, bad special effects, overacting. Not really what Adrien had expected. He supposed he'd thought it was going to be a gorefest, but then, why would Adrian Veidt own a gorefest?
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jan 12, 2020 16:46:18 GMT -5
"You know," Veidt said softly, "I used that toast with Jon once."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 12, 2020 16:51:58 GMT -5
Adrien had drifted steadily closer to the center of the couch, and was resting in his folded arms, one of the elbows of which brushed Adrian's thigh.
"Hm?" he queried, sleepy but interested.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jan 12, 2020 16:56:15 GMT -5
"'To a new world of gods and monsters'. It came up a few years ago, with Jon."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 12, 2020 16:56:47 GMT -5
"I don't think you're a monster," said Adrien softly.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jan 12, 2020 17:00:46 GMT -5
Veidt looked at him in silence, and then gently brushed Adrien's hair back from his eyes with his thumb.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 12, 2020 17:02:52 GMT -5
"Was it meant to be a quote from this movie?"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jan 12, 2020 17:09:54 GMT -5
"I- well, yes."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 12, 2020 17:20:26 GMT -5
"Oh," said Adrien.
He spent the rest of the film in a daze between several thoughts, his elbow touching Adrian, the movie, and how much he would like to sleep. He found himself stretching out half-consciously at the end of the movie, his arms arching above Adrian's lap, invading his personal space.
"Nobody belongs dead," he said in dreamy dissatisfaction with the ending. "That movie was so sad."
His accent slipped into nearly unforgiveably French territory the more tired he became.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jan 12, 2020 18:12:46 GMT -5
"The strangest thing about the ending is how many fragments of other endings you can see in it, there on the screen," Veidt mused. "Like quantum timelines, almost. You can tell that right until the end, they intended for the girl's heart to be Elizabeth's, and yet there she is- and then you can easily see Henry and Elizabeth in the lab as it collapses, yet there they are in the end. Strange, really. Modern film mistakes don't give that kind of impression."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 12, 2020 18:15:44 GMT -5
"Like a dream," said Adrien. He hauled himself up to a seated position and gently rested his head on Veidt's shoulder.
"I wish he could have stayed with the blind man."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jan 12, 2020 18:32:19 GMT -5
“Well, if you ask Hollywood, the creature made it, and Henry and Elizabeth went on to have a pair of sons who got up to exactly the same nonsense with the same lack of learning for anyone involved. The same can’t be said for the girl, I’m afraid.”
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 12, 2020 18:39:59 GMT -5
"The girl always gets it bad," said Adrien wisely, with a particular sympathy. He peeped up at Veidt suddenly from the vantage point of his shoulder, waiting, perhaps, to be shaken off.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jan 12, 2020 18:50:13 GMT -5
Veidt didn’t shake him off, though; Veidt brushed Adrien’s hair aside wirh his fingertips again and gave him a chaste, apologetic kiss at the hairline.
“I’ll lay your clothes on the hall table when they’re ready, all right?”
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 12, 2020 18:51:49 GMT -5
God, he wanted to rewind and replay that moment forever.
"Okay. Thanks."
He got himself up and hiked up the pajama pants absent-mindedly, pulling up the blanket from where he'd left it.
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