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[fatespoken]

[ This is Amory standing outside of the Blue Light, currently on a break and plainly annoyed at what appears to be an empty cigarette box in his hand. He scowls, slipping the trash into his pocket, as he wonders whether he has enough time to get another pack-- or more like, whether he wants to go to all that trouble.

This is Amory completely unaware THAT SUCH A HORRIFIC CURSE COULD EXIST. ]

[ooc: 8) you did not see my horrific typo/whatdidyoutype fail. sob. need more than 2 hours a night

EDIT: Tags will be horrendously slow because i should not be on right now. >_>
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well you look creepy / wsljhdjfsda sorry for late tags

[fatespoken]

[ Usually, he would have stepped aside and allowed the man to pass. Usually, he would have paid him no mind and went about scowling at his lack of nicotine. But 'usually' doesn't apply during the course of a curse day.

Because it's far from normal practice for Amory to reach out and grab the approaching man by the wrist. And there's probably a ghost inhabting that arm of his because those fingers aren'tletting go.]

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[Normally this is where Adrian Veidt twists his own wrist to grab the offending one in kind. In theory he could end this encounter a hundred different ways, some faster than others, some more painful than others. He could break the arm or simply turn the grip against the offending person.

In the end Adrian Veidt does none of these things because that one step closer brings him under the red and green spring. Also, he sees Amory's face which isn't a bad face at all. Adrian's opposite hand reaches out to grip his chin and close the distance between them, mouth to mouth. It isn't a soft delicate kiss. It's as firm as his resolve to taste this young man's mouth.]

[fatespoken]

[ No need to be so forceful, hm? There's certainly no resistance on Amory's part as he returns the kiss, equally as firm- if not more, his hands now placed on Adrian's shoulders as he pushes forward to gain the control. ]

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[He's liking this more and more. Adrian's back pushes firmly against the wall now but he has no problem slipping his other arm around Amory's waist, pulling him in.]

[fatespoken]

[ Amory pulls back to break the kiss- mostly, so he can glance over Adrian's face; as if his curse-addled brain could register faces. Nice try, but no luck there.

Tilting his head in his to one side, he leans in once again, more gradually this time, yet nonetheless unyielding when he meets his lips. One hand moves to bury itself in his hair, as Amory pulls the man closer, not that there's any distance left between them.

This mistletoe must be exceptionally strong.]

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[Really? Really? How disappointing it would be to find out Amory's enthusiasm is just the result of a potent curse. Not that Adrian is complaining. The most ideal part is how recognition doesn't seem to register for the young man, but Adrian knows his face. It's in the folder from his last stay in this world.

Adrian allows Amory to exert some control over the situation, well aware that if necessary he will have this exchange return to his own terms. But not yet. Nor will he invite this one back with him until he attains a better grasp on Amory's intentions...or lack thereof. In the meantime, teeth drag firmly across his lips, enough for the feeling but not enough to break the skin.]

[fatespoken]

[ A meticulous stalker, it seems. Too bad Amory will turn venomous once this ruddy plant wears off-- soon. Best not be letting him know about those files though; not that Adrian ever would, presumably.

Amory reacts by digging his nails into his scalp, not hard enough to draw blood either, but enough to return the favor. He presumes that's the sort of contact the other wants. Yet even with his obvious fight for dominance (mostly out of pride, since Adrian had taken the first move), Amory can't help but let his mouth edge open--

This may be wear the plant begins to wear off, but Adrian doesn't know that. ]

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[The only other person who knows is Dan...who will be handled in time.

Where nails are concerned, yes Adrian likes it. How can one be so in tune under the influence of a curse? Perhaps Amory is an excellent reader of body language. Perhaps there's more to Amory Felix than meets the eye. When his mouth edges open it's Adrian's tongue that dips between his lips, but briefly.

He bets Amory bites.]

/needs to find an angrier face for him... winter break mission sob

[fatespoken]

[ Perhaps he's done this before, been with a man- women, gender shouldn't really matter in this case. Yes, he does know how to read and this curse realizes that. But it's just a kissing curse, isn't it? Maybe the subconscious heightens when the conscious is dampened by a curse.

He might have, he might have not. Either way, Adrian won't be finding out because just a moment ago, Amory Felix shoved him away. Hard.

Livid would be a good way to describe his expression. ]

-- What the hell are you doing?

[ Note that Amory never uses the word hell. ]

to fully express his RAEG

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[He expected that shove and took it gracefully, which is to say he doesn't stumble nor does he try to approach Amory again.]

You owe an explanation as much as I do.

[He counters in that crisp practiced American accent.]

[fatespoken]

A curse.

[ In other words: It's not my fault.

Adrian might notice the fact that Amory's trying to avoid his gaze. As forceful as he was and as caustic as he is, this situation is still awkward. Embarrassing, even. He hasn't forgot the kiss- kisses. ]

Forget about it. It's the City playing silly tricks on us, again.

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[Adrian is taking small chances on this one. He won't shy away from what he enjoys when it's right there in his face. And who here could use it against him? Blake? Dead. Dan? He manipulated him once, he can do it again.]

Are you asking to be dismissed?

[What a shame that would be, to forgotten an admittedly curse-induced but otherwise breathtaking experience. It's a not-so-simple question phrased so simply, but for Amory's sake Adrian doesn't level his gaze on the young man's eyes.]

[fatespoken]

I don't need to your permission.

[ There's acid in that last word. Temper takes precedence over embarrassment, and his temper was already strung taught. Adrian's demeanor? That air of self-importance? The fact that Adrian had acted as though he held power over him? To need his permission-- what a bunch of shit. ]

Go fuck yourself.

[ Coarse, undignified, and perfect for the situation. Amory makes a move forward so he can stalk off before the other man can taunt him again. ]

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[That reality may be closer to the truth than Amory wishes to know. Incidentally, his coarse language only intrigues Adrian Veidt. The smile that graces his features is subtle. He doesn't doubt Amory will notice it or ignore it. He does nothing to detain the other man any longer, letting him on his way. Letting.]

[fatespoken]

[ He does notice the gesture. that subtle and irritating twist of his mouth, yet Amory restrains himself by feigning ignorance. As he passes Adrian, he continues to do so, his stare set straight in front of him.

Since we're on the theme of intrigue, have another herring, Adrian. Whether you notice it or if just assume it to be part of the curse, there's a flaming bush sprig of mistletoe above where they first kissed. An accident out of anger, really. He doesn't even realize it himself. ]