Prompt Post No. 20
Welcome to Round 20 of the Inception Kink Meme.
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An apron-clad woman with blond hair appeared at the open arch leading into the living room with two dark-haired girls hovering behind her. “I’m glad you guys made it safely,” she said through a strained smile, “Gosh, it’s been so long Arthur.”
“Claire, it’s lovely to see you. As always.”
They greeted each other with a hug that was only semi-awkward before a brunette with glasses stepped forward with a large smile. “Uncle Arthur! I’m so glad you’re here, though I’m also really sorry for getting you dragged into the freakshow that is our family holidays.”
Arthur returned her smile, “No, apologies necessary. In fact, thank you, Alex. I’ve been long overdue for a visit. I’d probably never have gotten around to it for at least another decade otherwise.”
The final girl had a smile playing on her lips and one hand on her hips. “Honestly, I don’t even know why you bothered. You’re free now. If I were you I’d have stayed as far away as possible.”
“I promise you, Haley. One more year at college and you’ll be begging for your mother’s home-cooked meals.” Arthur paused and took in the two girls standing in front of him and exhaled slowly. “Alex is in high school and Haley’s in college,” he said mostly to himself (in a tone that Eames thought sounded suspiciously like regret).
The three came together in a hug, after which Arthur gestured behind himself. “This is Eames. Eames, this is my sister-in-law, Claire, and her daughters, Haley and Alex.”
Eames smiled and offered another round of handshakes. “It’s an honor. And I do apologize for the imposition.”
Haley bit her lip and pulled out her phone, fingers flying over the screen.
“Oh, no, not an imposition at all,” Claire responded politely, “we’re happy to have you. Now, girls, how about you show Eames and your Uncle Arthur up to their room and then come back and help me finish making dinner, okay?”
Haley slipped past them and quickly made her way up the stairs, phone at her ear, “I swear, he sounds just like Colin Farrell.”
Alex ran up after her, “Seriously, Haley? Colin Farrell is IRISH!”
“Ah, youth.” Eames sighed happily.
Claire shook her head in disbelief, hand fisted against her mouth. “The guest room is up the stairs and to the right.”
“Thanks.”
They made their way up the stairs and found their luggage in a cozily decorated bedroom. Phil and Luke’s voices were muffled behind a door across the hall and became nearly inaudible once Arthur closed the guestroom door behind him.
"Arthur,” Eames crooned, “Arthur you come from a family full of people who would dress up in nice white clothes only to have a mud fight."
Arthur pushed past him and sat at the edge of the queen-sized bed, tugging off his shoes. “I’m only related to half of the people that were in that photo. They’re Phil’s family.”
Eames flopped onto the bed behind him and patted the mattress in invitation, “Come, let’s nap away the jet lag.”
“That’s not how jet lag works,” Arthur stifled a yawn, pulling out his laptop, “and anyways, we need to start preparing for our next job. There’s a chance we’re going to need multiple forgeries.”
“Well then,” Eames tugged at Arthur’s arm, collapsing him backwards onto the bed until his head was resting on Eames’ firm belly, “walk me through it.”
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Alex ran up after her, “Seriously, Haley? Colin Farrell is IRISH!”
“Ah, youth.” Eames sighed happily.
That part made me laugh! Eames is a patient man :P
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