[Admittedly, Greed would deserve no less than to have his head torn off. He could probably recover from it, so it wouldn't be a death sentence. Just a very painful, very nasty way to be out of commission for a while. And given how savagely he'd shattered their bonds years ago? He definitely has it coming.
But there'd been a reason for it. He could have just ended it amiably; Adrian would have been hurt, but he would have understood. Instead: Greed had done it nastily, pointedly, all cutting remarks and taunts, outright laughing at Adrian for being fool enough to think there was anything more than sex between them. He'd torn their relationship apart in a few sentences, and the physical fight they'd gotten into afterwards was just icing on the cake.
His room is a grand old thing, more like a loft apartment than a single room. Up on the fifth floor, it's unsurprisingly packed with things. Valuable things, of course, jewelry and diamonds, makeup and scattered clothes, but other things as well. Little knickknacks, pointless things whose only value is sentimental. Nothing from Adrian, no-- but then, there's a locked box on a dresser, so maybe his things aren't as far gone as they appear.
He's sprawled on the bed when he hears footsteps, and sits up, one arm resting on his knee, his gaze locked on his bedroom door. He's ready to spring up and fight if it's necessary, but he'll at least try something peaceful first.]
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But there'd been a reason for it. He could have just ended it amiably; Adrian would have been hurt, but he would have understood. Instead: Greed had done it nastily, pointedly, all cutting remarks and taunts, outright laughing at Adrian for being fool enough to think there was anything more than sex between them. He'd torn their relationship apart in a few sentences, and the physical fight they'd gotten into afterwards was just icing on the cake.
His room is a grand old thing, more like a loft apartment than a single room. Up on the fifth floor, it's unsurprisingly packed with things. Valuable things, of course, jewelry and diamonds, makeup and scattered clothes, but other things as well. Little knickknacks, pointless things whose only value is sentimental. Nothing from Adrian, no-- but then, there's a locked box on a dresser, so maybe his things aren't as far gone as they appear.
He's sprawled on the bed when he hears footsteps, and sits up, one arm resting on his knee, his gaze locked on his bedroom door. He's ready to spring up and fight if it's necessary, but he'll at least try something peaceful first.]
There you are.