A. Pucey (asailor) wrote in unforgivenrpg, @ 2010-09-06 00:10:00 |
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He didn't mean for it to come to this, truth be told he should have been back at the Steep watching the water or keeping an eye on McDonald; but the night was calm and he had to know. It was more than likely mere coincidence, a fluke of nature and time that the gods had rained upon him to make his life all the more miserable. The infinitesimal chance that he had just happened to step into a pub that Justin had- was working at? After all that time? It was ridiculous. But the more he thought about it, went over and over the small little movements and gestures--that combined with what Justin had said last night? It didn't hurt to just check. Still he had been placed in Slytherin for a reason, even if the Hat had thought to put him in Hufflepuff first. There was a good excuse, he was sure, for Justin not revealing himself when Adrian had come in that time- if in fact it had been him- and he was sure if he walked in fullform Justin would hightail it the other direction. Adrian was not taking that chance. If it was Justin, he wasn't the only one that could do cosmetic charms. Not good ones aptly, but still enough that a hood and baggy clothes couldn't hide (or avoiding the bar itself). So he sat for hours, quiet in a corner, hair charmed red, face slightly changed with a jacketed hood covering him. No one glanced at him, no one paid him heed as he nursed a glass watching surreptitiously at the blonde behind the counter. He moved like Justin, laughed like him; there was a nervous air that screamed he didn't fit in. Adrian knew it could still be a bundle of coincidences that were going to get him in a hell of a lot of trouble, but he had to be certain. As the pub closed down, he shambled out, keeping to the dark angles to stay unseen. Truth be told Adrian realized he was being a bit of a creeper, a stalker, waiting silently, quietly outside the building in the shadows for the blonde's appearance out of the place. It seemed like hours before he finally came out; Adrian had plans to just following him in step, seeing where he went, hoping for some clues to who the stranger that reminded him so much of his lover was... Only someone inside called back, 'Fletcher' and sure it was a common name- but it seemed the icing on the whole damn situation that he lost his grip on reality for a moment. Suddenly behind him, he grabbed the back of the stranger's jacket pulling him toward him and all at once flipping him around into a large dumpster bin away from the prying eyes of the backdoor of the pub. His wand prodded the man through both their clothes and he was uncharacteristically close, pressing himself tight to the other man keeping him from struggling away. "Don't you dare lie to me," and he got no further because he even smelled like Justin and the frustration and angry flooded away into desperation. It never occurred to him, his mouth connecting with the other man's that there was a possibility it wasn't Justin. |