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The summer was drawing to an end, uneventfully. It was that time of year when the sun started to set a little earlier, enough for Adrien to notice when he went out to the back porch to smoke a cigarette at his habitually scheduled times and found the himself faced with an unexpectedly beautiful sunset. The sky was a solid lavender, and the large, stately clouds piled like bluffs overhead were reflecting incredible shades of gold, mauve, and blood red as the sun wavered behind heat distortion a few inches above the edge of the horizon. Colors he wouldn't have been able to identify before he started spending time in the art studio. Certain things just filtered into his consciousness without his trying, knowledge through proximity and osmosis: words he'd heard tossed around by the students, or the answers to questions he may have asked Luce while she worked. These days, he rarely visited the studio at all -- it was better that way for all concerned -- but certain things stuck with him, and at moments like this, drifted to the surface of his mind. Colors. It was a beautiful sight.
Adrien was calm. For once, few thoughts were drifting around in his head, and Kevin's practice at shielding his presence was clearly paying off. He didn't feel alone like this anymore, not ever, but there was no jumble of disorganized emotions and unrelated ideas for him to sort through anymore. It was nice. The link was a source of comfort to him now, something that he'd never really thought would be the case. There was still awkwardness at times, as was unavoidable, but the fact that he could share a moment like this with a friend of his was...connecting. He had lost his ability to touch again, and along with that many important things that had been nearly impossible to cope with at first, but by this point, he felt like he had an anchor to hold him as he slipped back into his old life. It had taken a lot of alcohol and time to get to this point again, to be fair. It was never easy to feel resigned over his situation, forced back on the ropes by all the things he couldn't control, and he still felt surges of anger at the unfairness of it all, but he had some security in his life again with his job and his friends, and when he was more or less alone like now, it was alright. Not great, but alright.
At least he wasn't drunk all the time. Baby steps.
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Adrien was calm. For once, few thoughts were drifting around in his head, and Kevin's practice at shielding his presence was clearly paying off. He didn't feel alone like this anymore, not ever, but there was no jumble of disorganized emotions and unrelated ideas for him to sort through anymore. It was nice. The link was a source of comfort to him now, something that he'd never really thought would be the case. There was still awkwardness at times, as was unavoidable, but the fact that he could share a moment like this with a friend of his was...connecting. He had lost his ability to touch again, and along with that many important things that had been nearly impossible to cope with at first, but by this point, he felt like he had an anchor to hold him as he slipped back into his old life. It had taken a lot of alcohol and time to get to this point again, to be fair. It was never easy to feel resigned over his situation, forced back on the ropes by all the things he couldn't control, and he still felt surges of anger at the unfairness of it all, but he had some security in his life again with his job and his friends, and when he was more or less alone like now, it was alright. Not great, but alright.
At least he wasn't drunk all the time. Baby steps.