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arthur "angrily eats salad" ([personal profile] pointedlook) wrote2017-10-06 05:16 am
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i am so late so if you want to ignore these two tags i owe you can, sorry!!

[personal profile] plagiary 2018-10-02 03:56 pm (UTC)(link)
I do.

( He's always been a helpless romantic, really. No amount of burying it deep has ever cured him of the reality. And something about Arthur brings that out in him. He wonders if the other man knows quite the effect he had, or quite how much of it he resuscitated.

But the thing between them is new, and delicate, and Eames may have gone about this all wrong but he wants to do it right now. He smiles a little, at the blushing, leans over to press his lips to Arthur's hot cheek before he settles back. The bed is soft, the sheets just the nice side of newly cool, and he can already feel himself losing the remainder of his tension.
)

Don't tell anyone. I have a reputation to maintain.
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/holds arms open

[personal profile] plagiary 2019-05-01 03:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Pft.

( It comes out soft, because Arthur's arm around his stomach has a soothing weight that Eames had not anticipated before. His pulse picks up regardless, but the rest of him feels secure. He even feels his eyes closing, fingers drifting to rub a pattern over the bony knob of Arthur's wrist before they fall to the mattress again. )

As if they'd question how you know. You're the keeper of secrets, darling. You could say anything you wanted about me and they'd assume you were just clever enough to steal the answers.

( He's a house surrounded by a forest of lies and yet Arthur still manages to creep in. )