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Jan. 11th, 2008 11:20 pmFuck honestly admitting to human emotions.
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Jan. 11th, 2008 11:20 pm
OOC: Update to 'verses and tags
Jan. 2nd, 2008 11:11 amThe Angela/Adam/Nathan storyline has been moved to a new community: nota_fairytale
For those who are following the development, or interested in doing so, feel free to watch the community. :-)
For brief summary: Angela and Adam were lovers from the time she was 16 until he was locked away 30 years ago (roughly for 14 years, then). Now that he's out, the two of them have hooked up again to work together to bring down the Company, and try to rebuild their relationship, and are working to get Nathan's assistance in the matter. This is complicated by two important facts: 1) There is a high probability that Adam is Nathan's father and 2) Adam and Peter were more than just friends in the time they were together--a fact that neither Angela or Nathan knows.
It's secrets and scheming all around, with everyone having their own agenda and keeping it from most of the others they are allied with. Or, you know. A typical day at the Petrelli house as Adam tries to step in as the new patriarch.
What could go wrong?
Any prompts written based on RP in this 'verse, or as backstory for it, will be tagged "verse: 04"
nota_fairytaleFor those who are following the development, or interested in doing so, feel free to watch the community. :-)
For brief summary: Angela and Adam were lovers from the time she was 16 until he was locked away 30 years ago (roughly for 14 years, then). Now that he's out, the two of them have hooked up again to work together to bring down the Company, and try to rebuild their relationship, and are working to get Nathan's assistance in the matter. This is complicated by two important facts: 1) There is a high probability that Adam is Nathan's father and 2) Adam and Peter were more than just friends in the time they were together--a fact that neither Angela or Nathan knows.
It's secrets and scheming all around, with everyone having their own agenda and keeping it from most of the others they are allied with. Or, you know. A typical day at the Petrelli house as Adam tries to step in as the new patriarch.
What could go wrong?
Any prompts written based on RP in this 'verse, or as backstory for it, will be tagged "verse: 04"
[WM] 15.6 -- Secrets
Dec. 18th, 2007 04:54 pmApril 1963
He waited, leaning up against his brand new red Plymouth Sport Fury convertible. Boys walked by, eyeing the car with envious eyes. The girls smiled invitingly, and he let his eyes slide down over their legs, revealed in the new mini-skirts that had come into fashion. Sometimes he really did love the twentieth century. He kept his smile respectful though, never resting for too long on any one girl, watching the door of the high school as students poured out, looking for one dark head in particular.
When he saw her, Adam’s eyes lit up. He tracked her movements across the school yard. He knew the instant she saw him. Her smile broke out and she said something to the girl next to her and headed toward him at a rather unladylike pace. He caught her close as she reached him, pulling her tight against him. Then, knowing all her friends were watching, knowing what it meant to be dating the “older boy” with the car and the job and the right jacket, he kissed her, fingers curling around the back of her neck in a possessive grip she didn’t seem to mind in the least.
“Where have you been?” she asked, a little breathless when he lifted his head and pulled away to open the car door for her.
“I had to go to Odessa and check on the company,” he said, as she slid across the seat and climbed in behind the wheel.
“The paper place?” Her nose wrinkled just a bit, and Adam reached out to flick it lightly with his finger.
“The paper place, yes.” Though it was already turning in to so much more. Not his dream, not yet, but the foundation at least as he hired scientists and built labs underneath the structure. Three floors down, it was a labyrinth and only he knew the secrets it already held.
“But you’re back now, at least for a while?” He noticed the slightly cool tone, with an amused quirk of his lips, the little way she adjusted her sunglasses, the way she didn’t quite look at her friends as they pulled away, and yet made sure everyone noticed.
“I’m back for as long as you want me,” he murmured, just for her, in a tone that brought heat to her cheeks. She’d barely turned sixteen, and though she tried to give him a worldly smile, the sheer innocence behind it made him almost laugh.
* * *
December 1964
“You want me to what?” Angela sat up and stared down at Adam where he was stretched out on the rug like he’d grown a second head.
He took a moment to study her, the way her hair curled damply around her face and the flush growing on her skin, heightened by the lights he’d strung on the tree in his apartment. He reached out and traced his fingers over her, almost in wonder, then wound them through her hair and tugged her back down to him, where she belonged.
His lips brushed over hers, tongue light and teasing. “I want you to go out with him.”
Eyes fluttering closed she shifted to slide on top of him. “With Arthur?” she asked with an expert shifting of her hips that made him moan and arch up into her, cutting off what she might have said in a gasp as he filled her. After he’d gotten her past her initial reservations, the first night he’d taken it beyond kisses and clandestine touches, she had proved to be a very apt pupil, following him even into the darker corners of desire with an eagerness to please and be pleased that he had found so rarely.
“With Arthur,” he murmured against her lips, hips rocking again. “Yes.”
“Why?” she asked, pulling away a little before he grabbed her hips and pulled her back down on him, fingers pressing hard enough to leave marks. Her eyes fluttered closed again, and he smiled.
“We need him. And he asked,” he reminded her, one hand sliding up her side to cup her breast, thumb teasing over her nipple.
“What about us?” There it was, the youth the vulnerability, the girl he’d found and made his.
“Nothing needs to change. Arthur never needs to know.”
She frowned, just a bit, and he tugged her lips back to his, kissing her, moving inside her, until the questions drifted away.
* * *
( June 1965 )
OOC: Angela Petrelli used with permission of her mun as we create backstory for them. :-)
He waited, leaning up against his brand new red Plymouth Sport Fury convertible. Boys walked by, eyeing the car with envious eyes. The girls smiled invitingly, and he let his eyes slide down over their legs, revealed in the new mini-skirts that had come into fashion. Sometimes he really did love the twentieth century. He kept his smile respectful though, never resting for too long on any one girl, watching the door of the high school as students poured out, looking for one dark head in particular.
When he saw her, Adam’s eyes lit up. He tracked her movements across the school yard. He knew the instant she saw him. Her smile broke out and she said something to the girl next to her and headed toward him at a rather unladylike pace. He caught her close as she reached him, pulling her tight against him. Then, knowing all her friends were watching, knowing what it meant to be dating the “older boy” with the car and the job and the right jacket, he kissed her, fingers curling around the back of her neck in a possessive grip she didn’t seem to mind in the least.
“Where have you been?” she asked, a little breathless when he lifted his head and pulled away to open the car door for her.
“I had to go to Odessa and check on the company,” he said, as she slid across the seat and climbed in behind the wheel.
“The paper place?” Her nose wrinkled just a bit, and Adam reached out to flick it lightly with his finger.
“The paper place, yes.” Though it was already turning in to so much more. Not his dream, not yet, but the foundation at least as he hired scientists and built labs underneath the structure. Three floors down, it was a labyrinth and only he knew the secrets it already held.
“But you’re back now, at least for a while?” He noticed the slightly cool tone, with an amused quirk of his lips, the little way she adjusted her sunglasses, the way she didn’t quite look at her friends as they pulled away, and yet made sure everyone noticed.
“I’m back for as long as you want me,” he murmured, just for her, in a tone that brought heat to her cheeks. She’d barely turned sixteen, and though she tried to give him a worldly smile, the sheer innocence behind it made him almost laugh.
* * *
December 1964
“You want me to what?” Angela sat up and stared down at Adam where he was stretched out on the rug like he’d grown a second head.
He took a moment to study her, the way her hair curled damply around her face and the flush growing on her skin, heightened by the lights he’d strung on the tree in his apartment. He reached out and traced his fingers over her, almost in wonder, then wound them through her hair and tugged her back down to him, where she belonged.
His lips brushed over hers, tongue light and teasing. “I want you to go out with him.”
Eyes fluttering closed she shifted to slide on top of him. “With Arthur?” she asked with an expert shifting of her hips that made him moan and arch up into her, cutting off what she might have said in a gasp as he filled her. After he’d gotten her past her initial reservations, the first night he’d taken it beyond kisses and clandestine touches, she had proved to be a very apt pupil, following him even into the darker corners of desire with an eagerness to please and be pleased that he had found so rarely.
“With Arthur,” he murmured against her lips, hips rocking again. “Yes.”
“Why?” she asked, pulling away a little before he grabbed her hips and pulled her back down on him, fingers pressing hard enough to leave marks. Her eyes fluttered closed again, and he smiled.
“We need him. And he asked,” he reminded her, one hand sliding up her side to cup her breast, thumb teasing over her nipple.
“What about us?” There it was, the youth the vulnerability, the girl he’d found and made his.
“Nothing needs to change. Arthur never needs to know.”
She frowned, just a bit, and he tugged her lips back to his, kissing her, moving inside her, until the questions drifted away.
* * *
( June 1965 )
OOC: Angela Petrelli used with permission of her mun as we create backstory for them. :-)
