Fic: The Wrath of The Whatever From High Atop The Thing.

[amazingly_me]

Title: The Wrath of The Whatever From High Atop The Thing
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Arthur/Eames
Spoilers/Warnings: Mentions of character death consistent with the plot of the film. Other than that, no!
Summary: “Pictures of Dom tonight, Eames,” Yusuf replies from the doorway, “or I swear to you, I will point out to Arthur that he has a

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THINGS I ADORED:

- EAMES IS A PHOTOGRAPHER. WHO TAKES 3243232 PHOTOS OF ARTHUR. HOW GREAT IS THAT, SERIOUSLY?!!!! THE ANSWER IS REALLY REALLY GREAT.
- “You are disgusting and I am offended by your insinuations,” Eames declares in his best affronted tone.
- “I think I’m in love with you,” Eames says. “Also, this steak is amazing.” OH EAMES. I LOVE YOUR EAMES. *_*
- ALSO, YOUR ARIADNE. (OH GOD, my whole comment is going to end up being quotes isn't it. yes it is.) “I swear, I’m going to make a list of words you can only get away with using if you’ve got a British accent,” Ariadne says. “And ‘swimmingly’ is going to be the first thing on it.”
- PEOPLE SENDING IN LETTERS WHERE THEY DROOL OVER ARTHUR'S SUITS. (I UNDERSTAND COMPLETELY, OF COURSE)
- ARTHUR WHO WRITES
- Yusuf stares at Arthur. Eames stares at Arthur. The bland hotel wallpaper, shocked out of its usual state of blaring disinterest, stares at Arthur. BRB LOLING FOREVER
- The Speech *___*. I love how ARTHUR WRITES IT AND IT'S ABOUT MAL AND HOW IT BREAKS EVERYONE'S HEARTS
- EAMES BEING A WEEPY DRUNK, ACCORDING TO YUSUF
- “I’m just going to assume you’re listening,” Arthur says, “because obviously this is what my life is now. My life is standing in hotel hallways in the middle of the night talking to insufferable British photographers who are probably sleeping. I’m going to get a fucking noise complaint.” THISTHISTHIS. I HAVE HEARTS IN MY EYES.
- ARTHUR SEEING EAMES' PHOTOS AND “Oh,” Arthur says, and then, “Jesus, why didn’t you say something?”
- EAMES BEING A MORNING PERSON AND “Oh God, I hate you,” Arthur says. “You’re a morning person. Of course you fucking are. Fuck.”

ALSO, my favourite sentence in this entire thing is possibly this:
“I’m not paying attention to any of you,” Arthur says, “because none of you-- not a single one of you-- is as interesting as this semi-colon.” I LOVE YOUR ARTHUR. I LOVE HOW HE IS A PERFECTIONIST AND OBSESSED WITH HIS SEMICOLONS. I LOVE HOW HE BANGS ON EAMES' DOOR IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT. I LOVE EVERYTHING.

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OH MY GOD, THIS COMMENT IS SORT OF STUNNINGLY NICE. I CANNOT EVEN PROCESS.

Also, Arthur's obsession with semi-colons is...pretty much just me. That is just me, shamelessly injecting myself into this fic, haha. SEMI-COLONS, I LOVE THEM SO.

(YOU ARE SO NICE. AHHHHHH, THIS COMMENT.)