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Adam Pucey ([info]adampucey) wrote in [info]landing_rpg,
@ 2008-09-30 09:46:00

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Entry tags:adam pucey, westly nott

Who: Adam Pucey and Westly Nott
Where: Grounds
What:
A talk.
When: After dinner
Rating: TBA
Status: Closed/Complete

The night was cool and crisp, the breeze hitting Adam Pucey's flushed cheeks as he smoked a fag out in the courtyard even more so. As he predicted, the temperature was biting, but he needed the privacy the open grounds offered. Much safer than wandering the halls, where the walls, floors and even the ceilings seemed to have ears. Westly's and his secrets were to be preserved a secret if it was the last thing he did.

And tonight, he suspected, even more secrets would be created. And some would be revealed, even though he wasn't sure what he will be able to admit yet. His feelings were a rubik's cube even to himself- they were hard to decipher, hard to form into a whole. His feelings for Westly were things he knew he could figure but if he only had time to think- but doing such also required more things from him than he expected.

Seeing Scorpius pull him into the abandoned classroom the day before, he suspected, was what triggered this sudden want. His attraction to Westly had been defined as simply that after the Holiday Ball. After having known of the boys secret, Adam couldn't seem to shake him off his thoughts; their first meeting in the classroom, where they discussed things over champagne was one he had anticipated for far too long. He would have simply allowed what they had to go on, but the events of the day before suddeny sparked something within him, something foreign and a part of himself that he doesn't often tamper with. Jealousy. Adam was a confident man. He knew he could have everything if he wanted to. But Wes seemed to redefine that part of his world. The other was adamant to push him away, and such, he found with surprised, fueled his desire for him more. He wanted him, already craved strongly for his presence that a simple touch from him makes his thoughts go haywire. This was beyond anything he had ever experienced, though being this weak never felt so good for him...

Right now, as he extinguished his fag after one last drag and climbed the steps to the Front Hall. he was hoping Westly's prsence would afford him the peace of mind he was seeking. And hopefully, seeing him again would assure him that what he wanted wasn't a bad thing...


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[info]adampucey
2008-09-30 04:01 am UTC (link)
The other answered him with silence. Adam's eyes moved towards him, and searched the other's expression. "I told you..." He reached towards him and plucked a small speck of something that got caught in the other's hair. "I'll show you some other time what I am talking about. Okay?"

It was almost painful for him to hear Westly's direct version of what he tried to say. But he almost immediately noted one thing the other had misinterpreted. "What I had for you, even before the change, was not purely physical. It never was- even though there is no denying that I find you... amazingly attractive. It is my fault that I had not made it clear. I... had wanted to know how you've dealt with something that I was experiencing, too. I have kept mine for a while, I wanted to know how you've managed to survive this long- how you have handled things, how you've kept it. The secrecy, the discretion. You were in the same position as I am. I've never met someone else in our shoes and you've played it all well. I was fascinated." A short, humorless laugh escaped his lips, but he didn't move away from the other, their paces remianing slow, unhurried. "The fact that you suggested before that I had only wanted what you gave the French Boy was a complete insult to what I was feeling, though as I had said, I did not take any real offense to it. You had every right to make your judgements. You don't know me, and I you, and I didn't help matters with teasing you. But I had wanted such to change. You left me... so intrigued." He found a horizontal bark on the ground nestled in one of the more secluded grassy areas, near the edge of the forest. He sat on it, and tugged the other's hand, an invitation to sit with him, to stay close.

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