I met a traveller from an antique land

[patricide]

Who: Lex and Adrian
What: Great Ozymandias finds a fitting place to stay
Where: The House of Ego
When: Veerdi, a week since their last big chat
Notes: none
Warnings: none

It's not the larger-than-a-doorway pharaoh head that that had been discussed during the decorating process. (Discussions entailing several similar rounds of Adrian bringing up the subject and Lex putting his foot down with a resounding no.) After their agreement it was only fitting that the occasion be marked somehow. While they were still business partners, what was discussed extended far beyond figures and notes. Baedal didn't yet know it, but it housed two men who would not only change the world, but shape it under their own design.

In celebration of this alliance, Adrian will not see a head outside the main doorway. Instead what he will see is a bust seated on a tall rectangular slab of marble inside his own portion of the upper floor. There is no note or object next to the statue, it's simply there as it always should have been. When Adrian returns home he will find Lex practicing his pool shots in his own penthouse.

Comments

[defenestration]

The atmosphere around the house has altered slightly since their talk, a subtle sort of easiness and camaraderie that wasn't there before. It means that instead of heading straight to his office after getting home from work, Adrian has developed a new habit of changing into something slightly more casual for supper and seeking Lex out for a talk and maybe a drink. It's that plan which is on his mind when he steps through the doorway of his suite, halting dead in his tracks at the sight that greets him.

Rather than change, he spends a few minutes examining the bust up close, and then heads across the hall.

"You're very good with surprises," he announces, unable to keep a small but deeply pleased smile off his face.

cont.

[defenestration]

Adrian returns the regard for a moment, his own mouth curled into a knowing smile. "It's nice to have such conveniently complementary schedules."

Glancing away, he realizes they've entered Brock Marsh and are nearing their own street, and although it's nothing obvious or deliberate, his pace quickens slightly. "Maybe we should give Aimery a standing night off every Friday."