Prompt Post No. 15

Mar 26, 2011 12:00

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FILL: 4c/? anonymous May 2 2011, 20:58:14 UTC
Eames had seemed bound and determined to remain cheerful, and Arthur wouldn’t take that away from him, merely hugged him close, his hands twisting in the fabric of his jacket, breathing deeply to pull as much Eames into him as he could. Eames made a humming, soothing noise in the back of his throat, and pulled back enough to kiss him, gawking bystanders be damned, and they stood there for what felt like forever, and was not long enough, trying to cling to the taste of each other, the feeling of each other, and of their hearts beating as one. The trains whistled and Eames pulled back reluctantly. He kept Arthur close and said in his ear,

“I love you, okay? Don’t forget that you’re stuck with me.” And Arthur whispered I won’t I won’t and I love you into the fabric of his shoulder. The whistle sounded again and Eames pulled away suddenly and swiftly, picked up his bag and climbed onto the train just as it began to move. He leaned out of the door, balanced precariously on the steps and grinned at him, shouting

“Don’t Forget!” As the train began to pull away, Arthur lifted a hand to wave and shouted back,

“I won’t!” Eames’ grin grew wider and Arthur was reminded of that night in the pub, that first night and remembered thinking that he wanted to see that smile every day for the rest of his life. He waited until the train rumbled completely out of slight, until it was a small black dot on the horizon, and then he waited a few moments more.

He had felt a slow trickling of cold air brush down his spine, run through his veins and had braced himself. He felt is entire body numb, and his expression freeze. The wind had pulled on him, tugging his hair loose, and his clothing flapped around him. The train was gone. He buttoned his coat, and went home.

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Re: FILL: 4c/? shaemichelle May 3 2011, 17:35:03 UTC
I love this but it keeps breaking my heart.

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Re: FILL: 4c/? Author Here! anonymous May 3 2011, 20:35:51 UTC
I'm sorry! I can only promise you angst...and then more angst...and then eventually happiness! Never fear!!

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