My Love for Eames (and Arthur): A story told in pictures
Okay, this website is where you want to be during the next day. They have a pics of Eames and Arthur that make my heart wobble a bit.
Arthur and Eames of the Bus Saga
SUIT Eames:
Even when he's distracted he's just so pretty. I can see him as a businessman Arthur watches on his daily bus ride.
Arthur, with his headphones on and floppy hair, watching this man with neat hair and crisp suits, full lips, and always always that newspaper between his fingers.
Eyes glued to the page as he thumbs from one disgruntling event to another, if his grimace is anything to go by. Arthur's probably listening to White Stripes and tapping the toes of shoes he randomly grabbed on his dash out the door.
Palm running up and down the worn fabric of his jeans for the 9, 7, 5 seconds it takes the bus to pull off to the next stop.
That's all Arthur gets.
At best 15 seconds of Eames each day.
And then one day, maybe the bus breaks down. And it's a heatwave and he heads over to the cafe Eames reads at, unable to decide if it's stalkerish that he's been watching Eames so long he actually knows the variation he wears his ties in and can tell what type of week by the frown he's sporting. And it's always a frown.
But it's too hot to debate the morality of being a maybe stalker, so Arthur heads into the cafe and grabs a bottle of water. And you maybe get to see him from Eames' perspective as he notices him in passing--this cute kid (early 20s), with his floppy hair and tee-shirt, drinking water with his head tipped back.
So absurdly pornographic that Eames forgets his paper for a moment fixated and when he's done drinking he catches Arthur's eye for a second before looking down at the paper, mind reeling from that moment.
Can't you see him wondering, Who is this kid?
And he can't remember the line he was reading, and can't remember the last time his concentration was broken like that and he just laughs a bit. To himself.
But Arthur is watching him.
Because Arthur is always watching him.
Ahem, has gotten into the habit of watching him, because it's not stalking if you never approach the person.
So he knows all these amazing details about Eames--his facial expressions, how he looks when he's exasperated (as he often is when talking on the phone) and the way his lips go thin or plump depending on whether it's bad news, the way he squeezes his phone against his ear, while scribbling details and absently leaving the waitress a generous tip as she brings him his coffee. And Arthur can't see what type of coffee it is from the distance of the bus, but he'll bet anything it's a cappuccino.
And then Eames is right there, in person, in the same place he is, not five feet away.
And Arthur's just blown away when Eames smiles.
Because he's never seen Eames smile.
Not in the weeks (maybe months) he's watched him.
Not once.
It's not to say he looks miserable, he just looks like he's grimly fighting through the many, ridiculous obstacles life (his job, and his job seems to be his life from the 12 seconds Arthur sees each day) throws at him.
His face sometimes goes soft, (once in January and Arthur debates about whether he was talking to his girlfriend or his mum or just about something else entirely), but he's never just purely happy.
And for that moment he smiles, the way his eyes crinkle and the light (so light) wrinkles around them pull tight, and his lips spread (almost absurdly, so much more than Athur could have imagined) and everything about his face--nose, brow, cheeks, skin, the fucking glow--seems transformed for a moment.
And it's amazing.
And Arthur's obsessed with the details of it.
But then it's gone within seconds and Eames is back to his paper.
And Arthur remembers meeting his eyes and that laugh. And he wants to disrupt this whole routine. To see all the ways Eames face can look.
Whatever way Eames chooses to look, happy or cross, serious or laughing Arthur wants to be there. Arthur wants to be his boy.
But his bus looks like it's picking back up so he goes outside.
He wishes he were smooth and knew what to say. Wish he could stop feeling like a stalker so he walk up to Eames and actually speak to him instead of watching him. Wishes he were more like this...
But he's unsure, and confused and has no idea why he invested so much time into cataloguing this guy instead of fixing the many of things in his life. And he had no idea he was so invested until that smile. So he's feeling a little like this
And wishes he was less of this guy: (Secret is, that Eames will love him all the same. For that quirkiness and the fluffy hair. And the way he gets so invested in the little details and maybe forgets to think A Little Bigger.)
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But of course he and Eames see each other again. At a bookstore maybe? The Strand? Does Eames have time for that? He certainly doesn't need to save money. Maybe he's just looking for a book they have. Details, details. The thing to remember is that whether Arthur's a bamf or a dreamer, Eames will love him. And whether Eames is a teasing reprobate or workaholic businessman, Arthur will feel the same.
Arthur/Eames of the bus saga.
(Would anyone be interested in seeing more? Or willing to talk to me about NY bus routes? Otherwise it might be set in DC.)