Thanks to Bookclub where we read Bloodlines outloud on the internet, I've been spouting off character interpretations left and right and of course I've been overthinking one about Adrian recently:
When Adrian goes to see his dad, he ostensibly seeks to gain a few things from it: money for his living expenses, for his dad to show some interest in his life, and information about his mom so that he can have contact with her while she is incarcerated.
Sydney notices that, in spite of this, that Adrian has chosen to specifically dress and behave in ways he knows won't endear his dad to him: he wears jeans that are getting holes in them (not jeans that are designed that way, ones that specifically are getting worn down), he crumples up his shirt so it has wrinkles, and then when he gets to the restaurant he orders a martini immediately.
None of this is set up to get Adrian what he wants, which is first and foremost access to his mom. When everything falls apart its easy to look at the scene and read Adrian as argumentative and not even trying to give his dad any leeway, even as Sydney tries to stay out of the father / son fight so Adrian can have a chance at getting some of what he came for. This obviously ends badly, with his dad laughing at the thought that his son could or would want anything serious from him. He writes Adrian off without a thought and then tries to apologize to Sydney for Adrian's existence with a payoff.
So why did Adrian go about it the way that it did?
I see it as a defense mechanism, one that I can relate to. When you are viewed as the bad kid, the worthless one, there is a deeply entrenched defense mechanism that comes about over time. If someone always expects the worst from you, at a certain point you lean into it - both because its generally easier than trying to change their mind, and also because it hurts less.
I think that no matter what Adrian did, his conversation with his dad would've gone the same way. He would have asked for money and told he was irresponsible, he would have tried to tell his dad he was going back to college and trying to be better and his dad would've written him off, and when he asked for a way to contact his mom his dad would've told him no and that it was his fault she was in prison.
Now imagine this scene, going exactly the same way, but Adrian is putting on the best version of himself he can. He's wearing the right clothes, following his father's lead, sober and stays calm the whole time. And his father still puts him down -- not for who he is now but for who he thinks Adrian is.
So Adrian puts on the wrinkled, messy clothes. He orders the martini. He orders the second martini.
Because this way, when his dad writes him off, at least Adrian has the comfort of knowing he wasn't trying the best he had. At least his best isn't proven to be not enough.
“ I tried to be a better person for her– but it was to impress her, to get her to want me. But when I’m around you, I want to be better because… well, because it feels right. Because I want to. You make me want to become something greater than myself. I want to excel. You inspire me in every act, every word, every glance. I look at you, and you’re like… like light made into flesh. […] You have no clue how beautiful you are or how brightly you shine. ”
Adrian telling Dimitri and Sonya to back off when Sydney says she doesn't want to give up her blood is so good.
Both of them are pushing and Sydney is acutely aware of how surrounded she is by Dhampir's and Moroi and how severely outnumbered she is and then Adrien steps in like "She said no, knock it off" proving to her that she isn't alone. That he's there and will stand by her no matter what.
And it's just...
I love it so much. I could reread that scene 100 times and never get over it.
He reached out and pulled me to him, one hand on my waist and the other behind my neck. He tipped my head up and lowered his lips to mine. I closed my eyes and melted as my whole body was consumed in that kiss. I was nothing. I was everything. Chills, ran over my skin, and fire burned inside me. His body pressed closer to mine, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. His lips were warmer and softer than anything I could have ever imagined, yet fierce and powerful at the same time. Mine respounded hungerily, and I tightened my hold on him. His fingers slid down the back of my neck, tracing it's shape, and every place they touched was electric.
Chaotic annotations while reading Bloodlines (series). These are from all the books. Nothing has given me more joy than dumping all my thoughts in these annotations.
Bloodlines Book 2 The Golden Lily by Richelle Mead
Illustration of Chapter 14
He almost smiled. "There you go again. Why? Why do you keep helping me?"
There were a million answers on my lips, everything from 'its the right thing to do' to 'I don't know.' Instead, I said, "Because I want to."
This time I got a true smile from him, but there was something dark and introspective about it. He shifted closer to me again. "Because you feel bad for this crazy guy?"
"You aren't going to go crazy," I said firmly. "You're stronger than you think. The next time you feel that way, find something to focus on, to remind you of who you are."
"Like what? Got some magic object in mind?"
"Doesn't have to be magic," I said. I racked my brain. "Here." I unfastened the golden cross necklace. "This has always been good for me. Maybe it'll help you." I set it in his hand, but he caught hold of mine before I could pull back.