Don't I?
( It's asked innocently enough, but they both know there's a particular kind of danger beneath the question. Neither of them are ever able to admit that they're anything more than companionable colleagues. Very rarely, Eames might be pressed to add friend to it. Only if one of them were dying.
It's safer to hold yourself apart from others. Always has been.
Except around Arthur, Eames doesn't particularly want to feel safe. )
I'll be right back.
( He hopes it takes the edge off the question anyway, another smile as he lifts their empty glasses and moves over to the bar. )
( It's asked innocently enough, but they both know there's a particular kind of danger beneath the question. Neither of them are ever able to admit that they're anything more than companionable colleagues. Very rarely, Eames might be pressed to add friend to it. Only if one of them were dying.
It's safer to hold yourself apart from others. Always has been.
Except around Arthur, Eames doesn't particularly want to feel safe. )
I'll be right back.
( He hopes it takes the edge off the question anyway, another smile as he lifts their empty glasses and moves over to the bar. )
[ arthur speaks and nureyev glances idly at his nails. it might seem like a lack of attention is being paid, but this is simply how he is, softly polishing lacquered fingers against his shirt as he finally lifts his head up with a knowing smile, brow cocked a little bit over his glasses. the kiss curl between his eyes is tossed just slightly against his temple. ]
Sounds like way more fun than I signed up for. Perfect. I was afraid this whole affair was going to be a waste of my time.
[ the smile on his lips is genuine, a little pull of teeth made visible behind blushed lips. ]
How soon can we get started?
Sounds like way more fun than I signed up for. Perfect. I was afraid this whole affair was going to be a waste of my time.
[ the smile on his lips is genuine, a little pull of teeth made visible behind blushed lips. ]
How soon can we get started?
Do you ever stop to think about how every Floor 14 you've ever seen is a lie?
Have you been drinking? Serious question.
I am stunned you would think that of me, Arthur. Stunned.
Not at the moment, no.
Not at the moment, no.
Not stunned enough to stop texting me at 4am, apparently.
By your logic, though, every 5th floor doesn't really exist in most Asian countries.
By your logic, though, every 5th floor doesn't really exist in most Asian countries.
You answer.
Do you think there's a building somewhere with all the discarded 4th and 13th floors?
Do you think there's a building somewhere with all the discarded 4th and 13th floors?
Edited (math was never my strong suit ok) 2019-01-24 06:03 (UTC)
I'm up now, there's no hope of sleep.
[ excuses, excuses ]
Maybe in a dream. Limbo? I don't build floor 13 in buildings, in case it breaks the illusion for marks.
[ excuses, excuses ]
Maybe in a dream. Limbo? I don't build floor 13 in buildings, in case it breaks the illusion for marks.
[ Sure, Jan. ]
Some of us would like to live in the fantasy of ghost floors.
Some of us would like to live in the fantasy of ghost floors.
Some of you don't need more of a fantasy than the one you live in.
Besides, wouldn't walking all those floors incite some bad luck? If you believe that sort of thing.
Besides, wouldn't walking all those floors incite some bad luck? If you believe that sort of thing.
Well, lucky for some of us, some of you aren't superstitious.
Next job we do, I'll find out if the mark is superstitious and have the architect build your "ghost floors".
[ god, the allowances he makes for you!!! ]
[ god, the allowances he makes for you!!! ]
[ !!! ]
Arthur. My god, is this you going soft?
[ He means "thank you," but the need to gloat outweighs it. He's too charmed. ]
Arthur. My god, is this you going soft?
[ He means "thank you," but the need to gloat outweighs it. He's too charmed. ]
Nevermind, I take it back. Build it yourself.
You'll recover. Save your crocodile tears for someone else.
[ he's not affected, he's not. really. he knows better. ]
Are you taking that job in Portugal? I heard they needed a forger.
[ he's not affected, he's not. really. he knows better. ]
Are you taking that job in Portugal? I heard they needed a forger.
They might. Doesn't mean they deserve me.
Unless, of course, this is your way of telling me I should.
Unless, of course, this is your way of telling me I should.
I'll be running point. Just confirmed it.
Avery isn't a half bad extractor, knows what he's doing for the most part.
Avery isn't a half bad extractor, knows what he's doing for the most part.
Don't sound so enthusiastic now, Arthur.
Take it or leave it, Mr. Eames.
[ Is he hoping he'll take it? Absolutely. ]
[ Is he hoping he'll take it? Absolutely. ]
BLOOP. that time when a space baby invaded earth and made arthur's life hell
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2019-03-26 12:41 am (UTC)(link)
Earth. She's heard so much of it all her life, but never was there ever a chance for them to visit. The Ancients might've touched one version of it, but it was never enough to give the Arcana a reason to go save it--except now. Maybe there were some strings pulled to get this mission going. She wouldn't be surprised.
Katve spoiled her rotten with earthling culture, showing her the video cassettes of movies he cradled close to his chest, crowing about their brilliance and earthlings being so creative. He bellowed so loud sometimes, she'd been entranced as a little goober when his tentacles flew all around his head. Young, impressionable minds soak that shit up like a sponge.
What Velia finds impressive about earth is how much of a shithole it looks like. Her team is further off, and she's left to wander into the city known as M-a-n-h-a-t-t-a-n, with the briefing which tells her she's been born for this place. Or maybe it's the other way around. This city, with all its smell of piss and bright lights, was definitely made for her. Look at all the humans scurrying around her!
Most of them avoid walking too near her, despite how appropriately she's dressed. There's a little minion with its mother, but the old hag shoes the boy off when he points up at her tattoos. They cover her arms, a spiraling pattern mostly, but with strategically placed 'circles' all about. Her clawed bracers glisten in the sunlight.
This place sucks, Horace, her ghostly familiar whines.
"That's because you have no appreciation for humans."
They're not very advanced. More like monkeys.
Monkeys? Well, that one with the adorably larger ears, the slicked back hair, and uniform that's so prim and proper could look like one, maybe. He's minding his own business, of course, which is why she approaches him. The beads in her braided hair clack against each other, her heels snapping against the concrete as she shuffles after him.
And before he can scurry away, before he realizes he's been caught, she loops their arms together. "Hello, darling."
Katve spoiled her rotten with earthling culture, showing her the video cassettes of movies he cradled close to his chest, crowing about their brilliance and earthlings being so creative. He bellowed so loud sometimes, she'd been entranced as a little goober when his tentacles flew all around his head. Young, impressionable minds soak that shit up like a sponge.
What Velia finds impressive about earth is how much of a shithole it looks like. Her team is further off, and she's left to wander into the city known as M-a-n-h-a-t-t-a-n, with the briefing which tells her she's been born for this place. Or maybe it's the other way around. This city, with all its smell of piss and bright lights, was definitely made for her. Look at all the humans scurrying around her!
Most of them avoid walking too near her, despite how appropriately she's dressed. There's a little minion with its mother, but the old hag shoes the boy off when he points up at her tattoos. They cover her arms, a spiraling pattern mostly, but with strategically placed 'circles' all about. Her clawed bracers glisten in the sunlight.
This place sucks, Horace, her ghostly familiar whines.
"That's because you have no appreciation for humans."
They're not very advanced. More like monkeys.
Monkeys? Well, that one with the adorably larger ears, the slicked back hair, and uniform that's so prim and proper could look like one, maybe. He's minding his own business, of course, which is why she approaches him. The beads in her braided hair clack against each other, her heels snapping against the concrete as she shuffles after him.
And before he can scurry away, before he realizes he's been caught, she loops their arms together. "Hello, darling."
[ For the record, he still wants to stick his head under the pillow, but he won't. He suffers through the embarrassment until he can feel his face cool– though the kiss Eames plants on his cheek doesn't do much to help.
Rolling over onto his stomach, he slings an arm around Eames' middle, chin tucked down as he settles. It's strange, because he can already tell he'll be able to relax without much of a problem. That should be alarming, considering how much effort he's spent in not being taken by surprise or just being a living tension rod.
Then again, whatever he can't handle, he knows the forger will. There's a weird safety net in knowing that. ]
Saying anything would damn myself too, you know.
Rolling over onto his stomach, he slings an arm around Eames' middle, chin tucked down as he settles. It's strange, because he can already tell he'll be able to relax without much of a problem. That should be alarming, considering how much effort he's spent in not being taken by surprise or just being a living tension rod.
Then again, whatever he can't handle, he knows the forger will. There's a weird safety net in knowing that. ]
Saying anything would damn myself too, you know.
[ Truthfully, the question doesn't shock him. Isn't this what Eames does on a regular basis? He gets under people's skin so he can wear their faces, their mannerisms, their entire persona. Arthur knows that's not his aim here, but it's pointed nonetheless. Effortless in how he hides the edge with a softer tone and a flash of a smile.
And then he's left to consider the words, fingers idly turning his coaster over and again.
They're close, aren't they? Working together for as long as they have; there are things they know about each other that no one else does. It's different from his relationship with Cobb, weighted in parts of his mind and chest he doesn't want to think about usually. Maybe it's time they stopped dancing around it. Dreamshare, after all, doesn't normally have a long work life span. ]
You could know more, if you wanted. [ He says, not quite tentative, when Eames comes back. ]
And then he's left to consider the words, fingers idly turning his coaster over and again.
They're close, aren't they? Working together for as long as they have; there are things they know about each other that no one else does. It's different from his relationship with Cobb, weighted in parts of his mind and chest he doesn't want to think about usually. Maybe it's time they stopped dancing around it. Dreamshare, after all, doesn't normally have a long work life span. ]
You could know more, if you wanted. [ He says, not quite tentative, when Eames comes back. ]
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