#;adrian

Some things

you lose

and some things

Sus dedos tamborileaban sobre la mesa, dejando bastante en claro que le estaba costando muchísimo trabajo mantener una actitud positiva y tranquila al respecto, sobretodo cuando no podía ni respirar bien debido a que el perfume dulzón del francés inundaba su nariz de una manera casi asfixiante. ¿Por qué había accedido a eso? Tal vez Adrián lo había pillado con la guardia baja...Aunque también debía reconocer que su hermano mayor no se veía del todo cómodo sentado junto a Salvador. Se le veía a millas de distancia que no quería tocarlo ni con un palo...Pero había sido lo suficientemente considerado como para aceptar el salir los cuatro juntos. “Para limar asperezas”. “Para hacer buenas migas.”

--So... ¿qué tan serio es...”esto” entre ustedes dos? --preguntó, cortando otro pedazo de filete. Con el mareo que le causaba el perfume de Noah, sentía unas náuseas terribles y no se sentía capaz de probar un bocado. Dejó de lado los cubiertos y miró a su hermano y luego, con un desagrado imposible de disimular, a su...cuñado. --I mean, dating hoes is a phase that some man have to go through.

--Salvador sabe de eso, ¿no? --si Fernando iba a comenzar a echar veneno (que parecía ser su especialidad) él no se podía quedar atrás de ninguna manera. ¿Por qué no entendía que Noah no era una mala persona? Lo único que le pedía a su hermano era algo de apoyo, si es que era la primera vez que se atrevía a tener una relación seria con alguien. --Espero que tú no seas parte de esa fase, Fer. Suficientes pendejos me has presentado ya.

He had never seen a body so skinny, so malnourished before in his entire life. When William had informed him of the newly-revived townie he had at least expected the magic to have worked a little more intensively to make sure the person had longer than a week to get their life back properly. Aaron shudders to think what would have become of Adrian if he hadn’t been directed to him.

There is little time for thought, the first thing he does is grabs a glass of water and a deep spoon, and prepares a can of soup on the side fully ready to be heated up if the poor guy could swallow. He’s worried the other will have to go onto an IV drop, but with any luck the transporter could legitimately swallow. The other’s muscles were just as bad, thin legged, thin arms, he’s surprised the other had even managed to walk there.

Adrian was, quite frankly, very lucky to be alive.

He places a bit of the water on the spoon- not enough to choke the other, but enough to wet his mouth and entice his reflex, and presses it to Adrian’s lips.

       Adrian tries not to get his hopes up as he hits send and his entry goes ahead on it’s way to the magazine. He tried submitting his work to them before but never had any luck – unfortunately for them, he’s not gonna give up, not yet, so he keeps on bothering them with his submissions, whenever they’re looking for material for new issues. Maybe this time, he thinks as he closes one tab and stares back at the list of literary magazines with open submissions, looking for something that can work for him. No more luck, though. Ade sighs and leans back against his chair, stretching his arms up and rubbing his eyes. He has about two more hours before his shift at the bar but he doesn’t want to go just yet; he’s gonna make use of the free wifi for as long as he’s gonna be able to, send shit out while he still can. Unfortunately, that’s when his laptop decides to act up, a flash or two on the screen, and then it goes completely black. Adrian tries pushing the power button, or any button at this point, but nothing works. “Jesus fucking Christ, you son of a bitch, motherf—” curses slip from his mouth, he’s really prone to that, but stops himself when someone stops in his tracks right by his table and gives him a look. “Sorry,” he mutters, pinching the bridge of his nose.

         The words cut through the silence, prompting Adrian to put his book away; his body tenses up because he knows what exactly Wade is talking about and he feels sort of embarrassed by it; he’s had time to forget about it but now that it’s brought up, there’s a bunch of stupid thoughts messing with his head. Ade puts the novel on the table and sits up, shifting slightly away from the other man. 

–¿No debería decir eso yo? –preguntó, mientras abotonaba nuevamente su camisa, acomodando el cuello en su sitio. Observó a Noah sobre su hombre y casi sintió deseos de volver con él a la cama pero… Trabajo era trabajo y estar enamorado no lo volvía menos responsable. –Aunque… Bueno, a diferencia de Ícaro… I actually fucked the sun. –le sonrió al pelirrojo, acercándose para poder besar sus labios fugazmente. –¿Por qué lo dices?