[Eames' eyes can't help but stay glued to his form. He's absolutely gorgeous like this, hair curling, lean muscles showing, smelling fresh like soap. Eames grins and crawls onto the bed and under the covers, his cheeks warm (from the shower probably.)]
Arthur... [He closes his eyes for a beat once he's snuggled under the covers, lashes sweeping low.]
I couldn't... When it happened, it was just... a whirlwind. I didn't think much, but I did feel. And all I could feel was... [He opens his eyes again, throat tight as he reaches for him. He bets Arthur can guess what he felt. Terrified for his life, and terrified at the thought of never seeing Arthur again. Too ridiculously pathetic-sounding to say outloud, though, so he just reaches for him.] Come here. Please.
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Date: 2018-05-29 06:34 am (UTC)Arthur... [He closes his eyes for a beat once he's snuggled under the covers, lashes sweeping low.]
I couldn't... When it happened, it was just... a whirlwind. I didn't think much, but I did feel. And all I could feel was... [He opens his eyes again, throat tight as he reaches for him. He bets Arthur can guess what he felt. Terrified for his life, and terrified at the thought of never seeing Arthur again. Too ridiculously pathetic-sounding to say outloud, though, so he just reaches for him.] Come here. Please.