Post by bruno yorke on Aug 15, 2008 14:25:47 GMT -5
bruno marcellus yorke ,
i was a lover before this war.
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----------Heaving a sigh, Bruno collapsed onto the king-sized bed. Sprawling his limbs out across the hundred-thread-count duvet cover, he glanced toward the digital alarm clock resting on a nearby bureau: 6:13 PM. Thankful that Adaline and himself still had a fair amount of time befor the 7:00 event, he closed his eyes, feeling a warm, autumnal wind blow through one of the open windows. Bruno and Adaline had arrived in the city this morning, landing in impeccable first class at Laguardia. Bruno couldn't have possibly believed he'd been apprehensive to ask Adaline to accompany him to his parent's party, seeing as how she'd been nothing but understanding. And, from what he could see, she seemed to be enjoying herself as well. They'd spent the day together, venturing out into familiar territory for what felt like the first time in centuries. Bruno had missed this, the familiarity of being with Adaline. Nobody could deny how in love he was with her, even if it had only breached past a close friendship on sparse occasions. And, in all honesty, Bruno preferred it that way. He would much rather have Adaline as his best friend than his girlfriend, even if he'd been finding his urge to kiss her harder to suppress as of late. And, of course, there was no way she didn't know this. Adaline had always been good at manipulating people to her advantage, and while he knew she cared for him, there was only so much one could take before taking complete advantage of a person's politeness.
----------Bruno opened his eyes, leaning up on his elbows as he looked down at his formal attire: pressed, pinstriped pants matched with a white undershirt and a Hugo Boss jacket, his feet still only in dark socks. He glanced toward his shoes, lying near the door of the suite, and then smiled as he heard the water run in the bathroom. He knew it wasn't awkward that Adaline and himself had decided to share one of the massive guest suites in the Plaza Hotel; after all, it wasn't like they hadn't shared a room before. He knew that to any onlooker, it must have appeared as though they were a steady couple, perhaps a couple of university students on the brink of an engagement. And, as Bruno smiled to himself, that was exactly how he wanted it to look. They were supposed to pretend they were a couple, anyway.
----------Leaning over, Bruno let his long legs stretch out over the edge of the bed, his eyes scanning over the heinously expensive arrangements the two of them had demanded as soon as they'd checked in to the hotel. Considering his parents were paying for everything, he'd made sure they spend as much as they could: chocolate-covered strawberries lay in a silver platter at the foot of the bed, beside an ice-filled bucket with the finest wine available. They'd asked for the sheets with the highest-thread-count the hotel had in stock, and, as Bruno ran his fingers over the fabric, he knew it was well worth it. Not that he had any intention of bedding Adaline or anything. No, those thoughts were out of bounds, he knew. He hadn't taken Adaline here with the intention of doing anything other than being her friend. She was helping him out, and he appreciated her for it. That's not to say that if she were to make a move on him that he'd decline. Bruno shook his head absentmindedly, clearing his thoughts. He just needed to focus on the evening at hand. Everything else could wait.
----------Bruno stood, pacing toward the bathroom door. Rapping his knuckles on the door, he spoke, "Adaline, you almost finished in there?" Smiling to himself, he laughed, "I've gotta pee." Sure, he didn't have to use the bathroom whatsoever, but he wanted to see Adaline. She'd promised him that he would be floored by the dress she'd brought with her, and since there was rarely a moment he wasn't floored by her appearance, he'd trusted her. He felt giddy, almost like a kid on his birthday. Bruno knew it was silly of him, to be so excited about tonight. He knew from experience that the functions his parents threw were never short of absolutely mundane, but he could only hope that having Adaline for company would make the night much more eventful. He leaned his back against the bathroom door, smiling again. For some reason, just being around Adaline made him happy, like he really wasn't as alone as he so often felt.
status:[/size] complete
tag:[/size] adalineee
word count:[/size] 764, ugh
music:[/size] 8th floor - regina spektor
notes:[/size] yay for a thread ![/blockquote]
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