FILL (3/?)
anonymous
September 26 2010, 02:07:59 UTC
Cobb's response is nonverbal and Eames doesn't see it. He turns in time for Cobb to say, "James, Philippa, this is Mr. Eames. Say hello."
"Hi, Mr. Eames," Philippa says charmingly.
"Mista Eames," James echoes uncertainly.
"Hello," Eames says, and Philippa shrieks.
"He's from England!" she says proudly. Then, curious: "Are you still mad because America won?"
Eames humors her. "Won what?" he asks, leaning forward.
"Freedom," Philippa says importantly. "'Cause you used to own us and then America got free!"
Eames laughs because he's always found children inadvertently hilarious. Cobb looks embarrassed. It takes a few minutes to get things sorted out, but in the end the children are off to either their rooms or to the kitchen to harass Arthur.
"History major, that one?" Eames asks teasingly, but Cobb has this hollow look around his eyes and Eames reflects that he hasn't seen this mysterious Mal. In any case, it's a mystery easy to guess the solution to: she's passed away, if the ring and her absence are any indication.
"The kids know Arthur is leaving," Cobb says. "But they don't know it's with you."
"I imagine they won't like me much if you said so," Eames muses, and Cobb looks pained. Eames sighs. "Look, it's obvious how reluctant you are to make this sale. To be honest, it's turning me off the purchase," he confesses. "This is my first venture and I'm not looking for baggage."
Cobb looks torn between relieved and horrified. "Of course," he says smoothly. "I'm not - I'm just really worried that--"
"Excuse me," Arthur says, and Eames twists to look up at him. Arthur has one hand in his pocket, and he looks as severe and passive as his picture. "Mr. Eames, I assume?" he says, inclining his head again and exposing a pale neck. "Dom, if I can--?" he jerks his head slightly.
"Go ahead," Cobb says, and Arthur slips his hand out of his pocket. "May I speak to you for a moment, Mr. Eames?"
Eames raises an eyebrow at Cobb and then at Arthur, confused, and gets up, crossing the room to come to Arthur's side. The slave is almost of a height with him; he smells clean and his teeth are healthily white and curiously he looks older than his listed age. Arthur closes the space between them by a few inches and says, "Do you find me attractive?"
Eames is taken back by the forwardness of the question. He's seen slaves in passing, but mostly in butler-like positions back in England, or in more demeaning ones in the back alleys and underground; he's seen them following their masters at a distance, carrying the day's purchases through the streets of the Middle East. But the truth is: yes, he finds Arthur attractive.
Worse yet, the blunt question turns him on a little. "How straightforward of you," he murmurs in response. "Yes, I find you attractive."
Arthur says, "I'm a virgin with men."
Eames stares at him. "Excuse me," he says, but Arthur's gaze has flitted down and away.
"Take Dom's asking price," he says, not lifting his eyes (is he blushing?). "I'm worth twice that." And with that he steps back to a decent distance, nods his head in that little bow again, and sails back into the kitchen.
This time Eames can't help watching his ass.
"What did he say?" Cobb wants to know, voice full of honest curiosity, but Eames ignores him. "What can he do in the dreams?" he asks as he comes back to the couch, and if his voice is a little hoarse, well, Cobb doesn't seem to notice.
"Hi, Mr. Eames," Philippa says charmingly.
"Mista Eames," James echoes uncertainly.
"Hello," Eames says, and Philippa shrieks.
"He's from England!" she says proudly. Then, curious: "Are you still mad because America won?"
Eames humors her. "Won what?" he asks, leaning forward.
"Freedom," Philippa says importantly. "'Cause you used to own us and then America got free!"
Eames laughs because he's always found children inadvertently hilarious. Cobb looks embarrassed. It takes a few minutes to get things sorted out, but in the end the children are off to either their rooms or to the kitchen to harass Arthur.
"History major, that one?" Eames asks teasingly, but Cobb has this hollow look around his eyes and Eames reflects that he hasn't seen this mysterious Mal. In any case, it's a mystery easy to guess the solution to: she's passed away, if the ring and her absence are any indication.
"The kids know Arthur is leaving," Cobb says. "But they don't know it's with you."
"I imagine they won't like me much if you said so," Eames muses, and Cobb looks pained. Eames sighs. "Look, it's obvious how reluctant you are to make this sale. To be honest, it's turning me off the purchase," he confesses. "This is my first venture and I'm not looking for baggage."
Cobb looks torn between relieved and horrified. "Of course," he says smoothly. "I'm not - I'm just really worried that--"
"Excuse me," Arthur says, and Eames twists to look up at him. Arthur has one hand in his pocket, and he looks as severe and passive as his picture. "Mr. Eames, I assume?" he says, inclining his head again and exposing a pale neck. "Dom, if I can--?" he jerks his head slightly.
"Go ahead," Cobb says, and Arthur slips his hand out of his pocket. "May I speak to you for a moment, Mr. Eames?"
Eames raises an eyebrow at Cobb and then at Arthur, confused, and gets up, crossing the room to come to Arthur's side. The slave is almost of a height with him; he smells clean and his teeth are healthily white and curiously he looks older than his listed age. Arthur closes the space between them by a few inches and says, "Do you find me attractive?"
Eames is taken back by the forwardness of the question. He's seen slaves in passing, but mostly in butler-like positions back in England, or in more demeaning ones in the back alleys and underground; he's seen them following their masters at a distance, carrying the day's purchases through the streets of the Middle East. But the truth is: yes, he finds Arthur attractive.
Worse yet, the blunt question turns him on a little. "How straightforward of you," he murmurs in response. "Yes, I find you attractive."
Arthur says, "I'm a virgin with men."
Eames stares at him. "Excuse me," he says, but Arthur's gaze has flitted down and away.
"Take Dom's asking price," he says, not lifting his eyes (is he blushing?). "I'm worth twice that." And with that he steps back to a decent distance, nods his head in that little bow again, and sails back into the kitchen.
This time Eames can't help watching his ass.
"What did he say?" Cobb wants to know, voice full of honest curiosity, but Eames ignores him. "What can he do in the dreams?" he asks as he comes back to the couch, and if his voice is a little hoarse, well, Cobb doesn't seem to notice.
tbc
SON OF A BITCH ANON FAIL. DON'T TELL ANYONE.
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yes i am stooping to scandalous threats! no i am not ashamed!
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