Appointment of Demise...

[adamdouglasjr]

Adam sat at the dining room table, his papers placed to the side, and his vial of clear liquid no longer on the towel but emptied and washed. Placed in a small biohazard bag by the trash, the vial lay now, its stopper along side it. Phone pressed between his shoulder and his ear, Adam let it ring as he gazed to the plain white coffee cup poised on

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[sebastian_shaw]

"Shaw, speaking."

[adamdouglasjr]

A sniifles, voice wavering...

"U-Um... M-Mister.. Mister Shaw? It.. It's Adam Douglas... She...."

Giving a sob, practiced and sounding all too real. Adam had to force tears to his face, letting them drip to the table. Quiet, so Emma wouldn't wake.

"She's yours.... Yer all she talks about... I... I surrender... Um..."

Trying to regain his composure, clearing his throat nervously.

"So, where I come from... Losin' a duel... Loser buys the winner a drink. "

A softly defeated sigh.

"I'm... I'm not much in the mood fer leaving the house... And I think when Emma gets back from whereever she is... she should come home to the one she really loves. I-I... I guess... you can come over fer some coffee r' whatever... I still have t' pack...."

[sebastian_shaw]

Silent. Not a word from the other end. Letting the man go on and on, listening with glee to the pain in his voice, the sobs, the obvious pain. It was music to Sebastian's ears. It was everything he could have wanted and more.

"Did you really think it would end any other way? She's mine and always will be. My Queen. And you are nothing more than a serf."

Smirking, pacing the small room he kept near Emma's New York loft, trying not to sound to triumphant.

"But I will say this for you, you are a gentleman. I am impressed. Seems Emma's taste in men is holding. When?"

[adamdouglasjr]

"Soon?"

He wanted to leave. He needed to sulk back to his own shitty apartment back in Kansas City. The sooner the better.

"I... This is your house... not mine... and... And she's... she's yers..."

Sighing softly, sniffling once more as he tried to breath without sobbing more.

"An hour or so?"

[sebastian_shaw]

Promptly arriving an hour later, rapping at the door sharply. And then, as before, not waiting as he strode in. Douglas had said it was his home after all.

"Honey, I'm home."

[adamdouglasjr]

Sniffling, tears still flooding his face as he worked to regain his compsure. A hand wiping the tears away, face red from stress and crying for so long. His head hurt. His chest hurt... Adam waited a moment before looking up, sadness and defeat screaming from his gaze.

".... Hello, Shaw...."

[sebastian_shaw]

He was smiling. How could he not. This was it. The first step on the road back to his future life. His future of his past. WIth Emma at his side, he'd take back the club, hold reign over the mutant world one day. She was his good luck charm, his everything. And this was his finest moment.

"Douglas. So... Where is my future bride?"

[adamdouglasjr]

Nearly breaking down into a sob, looking away from the man who held his lovers heart.

"She's... She's out shopping for something...." sneering, soured tone,"apropraite..."

Turning back to the coffee pot, Adam stared blankly into its contents.

[icy_bitch]

The bags weighed her down. A half dozen on each side, the blonde bombshell still whistling, seemingly content with her evening in the Fashion District.

"Baby? I'm home."

[adamdouglasjr]

Sliding out from the halway with nothing but boxers on, socks and a cigar in his mouth, unlit. Arms snatch the woman by her waist, breaking to a halt by her, looking at her. A hand snatches the cigar from his mouth.

"Baby! Yer back! And soooo damn beautiful...."

[icy_bitch]

Blinking, giggling madly at Adam's greeting. Dropping the bags, her arms slipping around his neck as she kisses him soundly.

"If that's not cuban, you aren't smoking it in my home.'

Grinning, snuggling close. "WEll, you are in a delightful mood, aren't you. And what has you so happy?"

[adamdouglasjr]

Arm arm scooping her up beneath her butt, lifting her to him, lips viciously craving her skin of her neck, nipping at it. Whimpering needily at her.

Then her question... Ignore it or just let it out. Adam lowered her to the ground. She'd need to know at some point....

"Shaw...."