@junkfathers: "you’re a crisis of my faith." ( adrian & teddy ) / hate sex ....... i simply do not know what else to call it ...
teddy's being apprehended once again by adrian's flock, this time at an airport after leaving a trail of bodies in his wake. he'd intended to slip out of town quietly on a red-eye flight but it seems he hadn't covered his tracks well enough. the sun is beginning to rise and he knows it's in his best interest to seem compliant. he's tossed into another holding room, tripping over ungraceful feet before raising his head and meeting a watchful gaze. concerningly, the sheep seem to disperse after that. "you didn't have to send the coast guard after me, you know. perhaps i would've picked up the call if you said you wanted a word," he offers, an arched brow raising as he takes a few hesitant steps forward. teddy can only assume adrian's unhappy with how they left things, might be feeling quite aggrieved, especially since he'd dropped eight people once he was no longer in a state of paralysis. an eye for an eye, he supposes, and he'd been very hungry. especially after what transpired between them.
he's cycling through several conflicting emotions, oscilating wildly between irritation and jubilation. teddy is used to living on the outs of society and slipping through the margins of history, looked at but not seen. he's elated that adrian is continuing his hunt and doesn't do well hiding it. "it's been a while since i've been pursued so relentlessly. i can't help but feel overwhelmed. you really pulled out all the stops," teddy mutters, batting his lashes playfully. he'd been a relatively easy capture, but teddy can't control the passage of time and it's another reminder that he's a creature that can be reasoned with. when his pride isn't getting in the way, at least.
"it'd be a blight against your god, but perhaps we should just get hitched instead. an easier fix to this life-long commitment of making sure i keep my nose clean." teddy pulls the folding chair out for himself, crossing his legs and taking a seat. it's been a long time since the possibility of damning another human to live an existence like his crossed his mind but he knows it's because adrian is so adamant on passing judgement on him and he's seen the most moral, sound of mind men bow to the whims of the curse. he wants to see adrian bound and broken on his knees. there is no other reason. "do you still feel god's presence when we have our little talks, father?" teddy thinks he's tuned in to another station, one that gets more radioplay. the little hymns he used to sing as a mortal go unheard.
