one restart and a lost form later

[shichirin]

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something tells me you're going to be the difficult one here /GLEE

[paisleythief]

* Some things were made so that too much exposure could be lethal, and that is their story in a warning label. Keep away from Eames. Keep away from Moneypenny. And most importantly, if brought into contact, never leave in a closed container for extended periods of time. They start out like a controlled burn but inevitably, inescapably, they catch to the tinder of the other's past, the transience of their own future, and it all goes up in a fucking inferno. There's no controlling the blaze.

He smirks at her. * Seems t'me you're sittin' in the same place- and I know how that makes your gears grind. How long was it before they let you 'ave a call, mm? * Rubbing it in, forcing her to look her imprisonment in the eye and seriously take into account what he's doing for her. This isnt about getting her to Angola on time- this is about her knowing that after this, she's in his debt. *

And to your favorite Eamesie. * Reckless, and maybe because he wants to know this is the same girl who'd nearly slipped him a pretty bit of silver in the side the first time they met, Eames steps up to her cage. All crooked teeth and growling, rolling syllables. * Seems like a mighty fine night for you t'be sweet on me, yeah?

i do believe YOU ARE CORRECT young miss

[arcadist]

[ Eames, you smug little shit, Moneypenny thinks to herself, the thought not even bothering to keep off of her face as she glowers at him through her eyelashes and a swath of honey-colored bangs. It's a double standard, really, since she'd be doing the same thing if she were on the other side of those bars and it was his sad, thieving ass in her position. In fact, she'd probably send him twice through the wringer before even considering coming to those bars, but as smart as Eames is, he's got a taste for bad blood -- like smoking too many cigarettes and drinking too much wine, things in excess, the things that would either kill you slow or kill you lightning fast (a knife to the gut, a bullet to the brain).

She waits until he's less than an arm's length away. Elbow close. Wrist close. Then--

There are blue-polished nails digging into the front of Eames' shirt, twisting tight (one wrap, two) around the length of his tie, pulling him forward by the throat through the bars until his shoulders bang up against them. ]

Oh, I'm always sweet on you, Eames, [ she half-purrs, half-seethes at him -- her face now inches from his. ] Play nice. [ Cause she sure won't. ]