You can change what you do, but you can’t change what you want.
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TAKE THESE TIRED WINGS
HOME IS CALLING YOU TO SLEEP
No one would ever accuse Adrian of not being a gentleman when he wanted to be. He would easily admit that while his tactics were somewhat hurtful to some, he was never dishonest. He was always upfront about his intentions, never saying anything that would garner false hope. And yet, some people seemed surprisingly unaware of the fact. Some even had the nerve to act offended. Was it his fault that some expected more than he’d ever claimed to offer?
That was exactly how Adrian found himself right now, his cheek red from the palm that had just struck it. The woman before him was practically seething, and for what? His honesty? They had shared a meal together, and she had asked him if he would call her. He had respectfully declined her offer, and somehow, that warranted a strike to his face?
He turned his gaze to the woman then. They’d just exited the small diner and people had stopped to catch a glimpse of the drama unfolding. The woman was making noises that would have been words, had her seething tone not made them inaudible. A sigh fell from his lips: he really did not have the patience for such childish dramatics. Offering the woman a polite, but detached smile, he broke her off mid screech and bid her adieu. She fell silent, her expression changing from untamed rage to silent stupidity in a second.
He kept walking, his expression now bored as he made his way through the staring crowd. Humans were such simple creatures… what he wouldn’t give for at least one of them to prove him wrong. Just once. Reaching for the door of a cab, his hand brushed against another’s, «Excuse me,» he said as he lifted his gaze.
That was exactly how Adrian found himself right now, his cheek red from the palm that had just struck it. The woman before him was practically seething, and for what? His honesty? They had shared a meal together, and she had asked him if he would call her. He had respectfully declined her offer, and somehow, that warranted a strike to his face?
He turned his gaze to the woman then. They’d just exited the small diner and people had stopped to catch a glimpse of the drama unfolding. The woman was making noises that would have been words, had her seething tone not made them inaudible. A sigh fell from his lips: he really did not have the patience for such childish dramatics. Offering the woman a polite, but detached smile, he broke her off mid screech and bid her adieu. She fell silent, her expression changing from untamed rage to silent stupidity in a second.
He kept walking, his expression now bored as he made his way through the staring crowd. Humans were such simple creatures… what he wouldn’t give for at least one of them to prove him wrong. Just once. Reaching for the door of a cab, his hand brushed against another’s, «Excuse me,» he said as he lifted his gaze.
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