Of course, anything for you. [And he means that, he thinks about Iggy a lot. Perhaps more than you should a whore really, but he does and tries not to think too much about it.
When the other mentions vinyls and old players he smiles. He is somehow very not surprised. There is a reason he likes Iggy, and not cause he's one of the better fucks he's had in a while but because he's fun and different.
Coke makes him a little more chatty too. Perhaps one of the reasons he doesn't do it often, but there's an ease to his brain funnily enough when he's had it. He seems to travel away for a moment, thinking fondly of times long since go.]
Trina used to love music. And dancing. I think that's the last time I actually listened to music on vinyl of all bloody things. You know there is this modern age we live in? [He teases.]
If I paid for you to go, would that be something you would do?
[He doesn't assume that if he asked the other could just drop everything and go, no matter how well he paid him.
And he'd probably pay a pretty penny to have a whole weekend in the sun to do what he wanted to the other man.]
Hmmm... You remind me of her. She was feisty.
[He leans up and off the couch for a moment for a refresher. Refilling his sake and doing a pair of lines.]
Oya, I do not hate any music, but it is not all my cup of sake. [He smiles in amusement in his bland joke.] A few years back, I was quite into the original 'rock and roll' types. [He chuckles.] Harrison and Young, the early stuff. Even the Young after he joined Nash and the like. Hold on.
[Adam is high, it's easy to tell because he's loose and distracted. The normal tight shoulders and stiff body is more relaxed. The usual caged animal vibes he has melted under the placebo affect of the warm drink and altered state of mind.
He lifts to find a tablet on his table, everything in his house linked by one central hub. He's able to access his music with just a few finger flicks he pulls up this song.] Stuff like this, which you'll probably hate.
[He'll leave out the part where he was at that show in person. He doesn't often think of those times, before being locked away and tortured for over two decades.
[He nods, that's good to know. Probably not any time soon, Adam is going to need some him time during the holidays. But in the new year? He would happily drag Iggy along to one of his escape from winter moments.
He raises a brow, he leans in towards the other setting his arm on the couch beside the other. He's surprised, Iggy seems too young to partake in such things. He's truly an enigma.]
Really! No bullshit. I like lots of stuff, I told you. Even older stuff.
[Iggy leans in closer, smiling.]
I have records by The Stooges. The Beatles. ABBA. Dolly Parton. Doctor Hook. And yes, Van Morrison.
[He closes the gap and kisses Adam on the mouth, softly at first but swiftly more demanding. In short order he's crawling onto Adam's lap, straddling him as he kisses him hard.
He's starting to shrug out of his robe, Adam kissing his neck, when Iggy notices the woman standing by the kitchen.
He freezes, surprised. He's been to Adam's several times before and never seen anything odd.
The right move is to pretend he didn't see her. That usually gets them to go away.]
I have never been into The Beatles, despite being from England. I can't say I share in the masses enthusiasm for them. But the others are fairly enjoyable.
[When the other shifts to crawl into Adams lap he very happily accepts. He returns the kisses with equal interest, the music shifting back to the idle playlist it was on before as they do so.
He wraps his arms around the others thin waist and peppers Iggy's chest and neck in kisses, his hands gripping at the others ass in his lap somewhat roughly.
He doesn't even notice the slight shift in Iggy's ease, selfishly buried in his neck ravishing any sort of skin he can reach.
Iggy can ignore all he wants but the figure doesn't leave. She looks strange standing in the frame of the kitchen. Her clothing is plain, mostly dark coloured, and it's old much older than anything that should be in a space so modern.
She pulls a knit shawl over her shoulders tighter as she watches. Her gaze is fixated on Adam, barely taking notice of Iggy at all.]
[Iggy tries to return his attention to Adam, but every time he risks a glance he sees that the woman is still right there. She's looking at Adam, not him.
[Adam stops moving when Iggy speaks a name he hadn't heard in so long. It sobers him in an instant and takes everything in his power not to push the other man off him.]
Angelica? How do you know that name?! [Adam is a well of emotions now. The bright warmth he had been feeling replaced by a wall of anger and fear. He does not like to be known, and he likes even less that his fun time seems to know the most intimate of secrets he carries.]
[He knows that what he's done will ruin everything between them. No more good paying dates, no more mind blowing sex, no more fun between them. For the thousandth time, Iggy wishes he wasn't what he is.
[A lot of different emotions seem to happen all at once.
He settles on something akin to anger. He is very not amused and it is clear. He shifts from underneath the other and stands in front of him. When he does that the figure that Iggy had been focusing so on moves closer to Adam. She reaches out, she can't really touch him but she tries nonetheless. For obvious reasons Adam can not feel the attempt at quiet intimacy.]
This is not a game Ignatius.
How do you know about Angelica?
[He asks pointedly. The figure looks at Iggy and she apologizes for Adams anger, stating he's always been like this, she moves her hand to rest lightly just on his cheek and a he gives Iggy a secret, something only the two of them could know.
[Iggy stays on the couch, looking up at Adam with wide eyes. This situation has the potential to turn very ugly - he is, after all, alone with a man physically stronger than him. Nobody knows he's here. And Adam is more than rich enough to make problems vanish.]
I'm not playing games. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, but I'm not. I only know what she's saying. I can see her, I can hear her.
[He can see Adam isn't buying it. But then the ghost throws him a lifeline.]
She called you her dove. She loves you so much. She just wanted to make sure you're okay.
[Adam has made people disappear for less. But while he is angry, and somewhat confused, he's not much in a murderous mood. Especially when the other mentions her nickname for him. No one had ever had a pet name for him before Angelica. Adam suddenly looks desperate to see her, he figures it is pointless to try but he still does.]
My angel?
[He offers quietly his tone is soft, sweet. She smiles when she hears it and she sheds a few tears. It'd been years since she'd heard her name on his tongue. She stops in often, just to see. Never once forgetting about him. She never lingers, she always knew what he was. He had told her and she had been one of the only who had never cared. And even now, it seemed Adam had not forgotten either.]
[Iggy relaxes a little bit, the initial fear replaced with resignation.]
She checks in on you a lot. She says she knows what you are, and she never cared about that. She really loves you, so much.
[Iggy starts to collect himself from the couch. His clothes are not in the living room, but he's just going to abandon them. He can get his bag from the hall and call an Uber outside.
The ghost sees him moving, and when Iggy speaks it's as much to her as Adam.]
I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I have to go, I can't do this. I don't want this, I don't do this anymore.
[He tries to scoot away from Adam so he can stand.]
[Oh no. Absolutely not. Adam whips back around to face Iggy eyes wild.]
Sit. Down.
[Adam is not about to have a piece of his soul ripped out without an explanation. No sir.
He looms over the other now, it would be best to do as he says because he is not in the mood for games anymore. His eyes meet Iggys with an intensity unlike anything he's shown before.]
How do you know about Angelica? What do you mean you can see her?
[Well the good news is she's gone. One of the smartest people Adam had ever met, this seemed like a moment which didn't involve her. But she'd be back, and something about the lingering energy stated as much.
But Adam was very much still there and very much... curious.]
Of course she is dead. She's been dead for ages.
[He watches the other, it is clear there is a lot to unpack here. Adam feels, almost bad for the other but he isn't about to let this go.]
You can see spirits? [It is what he just said but he wants confirmation.]
My family are Spiritualists dating back to the fucking Fox sisters. But real. I've seen dead people since I was born, I used to talk to them for church and for private sèances... if you Google my family you can find a news article about me as a little kid even.
You have no business knowing, I have never spoken of her to anyone. [He feels raw right now, it's been a long time since he's felt in such a way. Angelica had been his deepest wound... Adam looks old and exhausted from thinking of her being near once more.
But he listens to the other, and realises perhaps he is just as raw. The aggressive stance that Adam has taken with the other eases and Adam just about collapses in a chair across from the other. If the other wanted to leave, he would not force him to stay any longer. This is a lot.]
I have heard the name. I know the stories. I figured there was some truths in it.
I suppose no one that experiences such things does.
[It's not Iggy's fault, and Adam should know better. It's just... a very old wound, and yet somehow still so raw.
He wants to be furious and instead he is just... tired. Apparently it makes him loose tongued. Something about Iggy and the moment just makes him open that scab. He'll probably regret that, but right now it just is.]
She was beautiful. In so many ways. I have never met another like her.
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Yeah? That's fair enough.
[Coke makes him chattier. He's still good at not letting it get annoying, but he definitely is more animated.]
I love music. I have a record player, and a vinyl collection. All types of music, too.
[He reigns it in, aware that Adam probably doesn't give a shit.
He squeezes Adam's thigh.]
Not trying to pry. I just find you so fascinating.
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When the other mentions vinyls and old players he smiles. He is somehow very not surprised. There is a reason he likes Iggy, and not cause he's one of the better fucks he's had in a while but because he's fun and different.
Coke makes him a little more chatty too. Perhaps one of the reasons he doesn't do it often, but there's an ease to his brain funnily enough when he's had it. He seems to travel away for a moment, thinking fondly of times long since go.]
Trina used to love music. And dancing. I think that's the last time I actually listened to music on vinyl of all bloody things. You know there is this modern age we live in? [He teases.]
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He keeps his hand on Adam's thigh.]
Well, she and I have that in common. Was that your wife?
[He laughs silently.] Well, vinyl sounds better anyway. Warmer. I could show you so much music, though... you'd probably hate it.
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[He doesn't assume that if he asked the other could just drop everything and go, no matter how well he paid him.
And he'd probably pay a pretty penny to have a whole weekend in the sun to do what he wanted to the other man.]
Hmmm... You remind me of her. She was feisty.
[He leans up and off the couch for a moment for a refresher. Refilling his sake and doing a pair of lines.]
Oya, I do not hate any music, but it is not all my cup of sake. [He smiles in amusement in his bland joke.] A few years back, I was quite into the original 'rock and roll' types. [He chuckles.] Harrison and Young, the early stuff. Even the Young after he joined Nash and the like. Hold on.
[Adam is high, it's easy to tell because he's loose and distracted. The normal tight shoulders and stiff body is more relaxed. The usual caged animal vibes he has melted under the placebo affect of the warm drink and altered state of mind.
He lifts to find a tablet on his table, everything in his house linked by one central hub. He's able to access his music with just a few finger flicks he pulls up this song.] Stuff like this, which you'll probably hate.
[He'll leave out the part where he was at that show in person. He doesn't often think of those times, before being locked away and tortured for over two decades.
Except for in strange weird moments like this.]
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[Zero hesitation.
'Was.' Iggy assumes that means she's dead, and it opens a door in his heart. He can't help but feel for the living who are left behind.]
Yeah? Well, two things in common, then.
[While Adam gets his tablet Iggy leans over to help himself to another line. Another reason to adore Adam: his drugs are high quality.
He sits back, eyes bright, wiping at his nose and listening with unfeigned interest. He grins.]
Van Morrison? You think I'd hate Van Morrison? Adam. Please. I love it.
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He raises a brow, he leans in towards the other setting his arm on the couch beside the other. He's surprised, Iggy seems too young to partake in such things. He's truly an enigma.]
Really? You like Van Morrison huh?
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[Iggy leans in closer, smiling.]
I have records by The Stooges. The Beatles. ABBA. Dolly Parton. Doctor Hook. And yes, Van Morrison.
[He closes the gap and kisses Adam on the mouth, softly at first but swiftly more demanding. In short order he's crawling onto Adam's lap, straddling him as he kisses him hard.
He's starting to shrug out of his robe, Adam kissing his neck, when Iggy notices the woman standing by the kitchen.
He freezes, surprised. He's been to Adam's several times before and never seen anything odd.
The right move is to pretend he didn't see her. That usually gets them to go away.]
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[When the other shifts to crawl into Adams lap he very happily accepts. He returns the kisses with equal interest, the music shifting back to the idle playlist it was on before as they do so.
He wraps his arms around the others thin waist and peppers Iggy's chest and neck in kisses, his hands gripping at the others ass in his lap somewhat roughly.
He doesn't even notice the slight shift in Iggy's ease, selfishly buried in his neck ravishing any sort of skin he can reach.
Iggy can ignore all he wants but the figure doesn't leave. She looks strange standing in the frame of the kitchen. Her clothing is plain, mostly dark coloured, and it's old much older than anything that should be in a space so modern.
She pulls a knit shawl over her shoulders tighter as she watches. Her gaze is fixated on Adam, barely taking notice of Iggy at all.]
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The coke really isn't helping Iggy stay calm.]
...Adam. Your wife... was she a brunette?
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The brown hair throws him off. Since they had been speaking about Trina he shakes his head.]
No, not really. She was African American.
[He keeps his hands on the others ass but pulls away a bit to meet the others gaze.]
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[He has to pull his gaze away from the woman watching them. He looks at Adam and tries a smile, but it falters badly.
She says her name.
Still trying to smile, a single tear escapes him. He hates this. But he can't ignore her.]
Who's Angelica?
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Angelica? How do you know that name?! [Adam is a well of emotions now. The bright warmth he had been feeling replaced by a wall of anger and fear. He does not like to be known, and he likes even less that his fun time seems to know the most intimate of secrets he carries.]
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He swallows hard.]
Because she just told me.
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He settles on something akin to anger. He is very not amused and it is clear. He shifts from underneath the other and stands in front of him. When he does that the figure that Iggy had been focusing so on moves closer to Adam. She reaches out, she can't really touch him but she tries nonetheless. For obvious reasons Adam can not feel the attempt at quiet intimacy.]
This is not a game Ignatius.
How do you know about Angelica?
[He asks pointedly. The figure looks at Iggy and she apologizes for Adams anger, stating he's always been like this, she moves her hand to rest lightly just on his cheek and a he gives Iggy a secret, something only the two of them could know.
She calls him her dove.]
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I'm not playing games. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, but I'm not. I only know what she's saying. I can see her, I can hear her.
[He can see Adam isn't buying it. But then the ghost throws him a lifeline.]
She called you her dove. She loves you so much. She just wanted to make sure you're okay.
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My angel?
[He offers quietly his tone is soft, sweet. She smiles when she hears it and she sheds a few tears. It'd been years since she'd heard her name on his tongue. She stops in often, just to see. Never once forgetting about him. She never lingers, she always knew what he was. He had told her and she had been one of the only who had never cared. And even now, it seemed Adam had not forgotten either.]
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[Iggy relaxes a little bit, the initial fear replaced with resignation.]
She checks in on you a lot. She says she knows what you are, and she never cared about that. She really loves you, so much.
[Iggy starts to collect himself from the couch. His clothes are not in the living room, but he's just going to abandon them. He can get his bag from the hall and call an Uber outside.
The ghost sees him moving, and when Iggy speaks it's as much to her as Adam.]
I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I have to go, I can't do this. I don't want this, I don't do this anymore.
[He tries to scoot away from Adam so he can stand.]
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Sit. Down.
[Adam is not about to have a piece of his soul ripped out without an explanation. No sir.
He looms over the other now, it would be best to do as he says because he is not in the mood for games anymore. His eyes meet Iggys with an intensity unlike anything he's shown before.]
How do you know about Angelica? What do you mean you can see her?
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I mean I can see her.
She's dead. She's dead, and she's here to check in on you, because sometimes they do that.
[He is so tired all of a sudden.]
I know it sounds stupid. But I'm not lying. I see dead people, okay?
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But Adam was very much still there and very much... curious.]
Of course she is dead. She's been dead for ages.
[He watches the other, it is clear there is a lot to unpack here. Adam feels, almost bad for the other but he isn't about to let this go.]
You can see spirits? [It is what he just said but he wants confirmation.]
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[Iggy draws his knees up and hugs them.]
Yes.
My family are Spiritualists dating back to the fucking Fox sisters. But real. I've seen dead people since I was born, I used to talk to them for church and for private sèances... if you Google my family you can find a news article about me as a little kid even.
[He sounds so resigned.]
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But he listens to the other, and realises perhaps he is just as raw. The aggressive stance that Adam has taken with the other eases and Adam just about collapses in a chair across from the other. If the other wanted to leave, he would not force him to stay any longer. This is a lot.]
I have heard the name. I know the stories. I figured there was some truths in it.
I did not think I should suffer them.
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[Iggy is too tired and scared to move now.]
I'm sorry.
...she was really pretty.
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[It's not Iggy's fault, and Adam should know better. It's just... a very old wound, and yet somehow still so raw.
He wants to be furious and instead he is just... tired. Apparently it makes him loose tongued. Something about Iggy and the moment just makes him open that scab. He'll probably regret that, but right now it just is.]
She was beautiful. In so many ways. I have never met another like her.
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[He nearly crying now.]
She loves you so much, Adam. Even now.
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I never wanted you to know.
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