i was supposed to be productive...
...keyword 'was'.
Taken from addandsubtract: name three fic ideas you think I will never, ever, ever write. in return, I will attempt to write a snippet of (at least) one of them. OR, prompt me things that are prompt-like, and I will try to write things which are hopefully fic-like. RUN, DON'T WALK.
1. It's Venice and Arthur is Romeo climbing the trellis ( Read more... )
Taken from addandsubtract: name three fic ideas you think I will never, ever, ever write. in return, I will attempt to write a snippet of (at least) one of them. OR, prompt me things that are prompt-like, and I will try to write things which are hopefully fic-like. RUN, DON'T WALK.
1. It's Venice and Arthur is Romeo climbing the trellis ( Read more... )
"No drugs," he manages to say.
Arthur is still staring at him, though, as if waiting for an explanation. Eames coughs, but it doesn't even make Arthur blink.
"I don't like drugs," he tries again.
Arthur keeps looking at him.
"I was in Humboldt County once," Eames finally begins, and Arthur says, "Ah," and gets back to his films as if that explains everything. Which it does, actually.
Outside, the sun is shining bright but the weather has been flip-flopping every other day, which is how Eames suspects he got to this state in the first place. He blearily watches Arthur organize the stacks of photos, then check the timer for the next batch of everything processing in the dark room.
"You know they say that it's not possible to overdose on marijuana," Arthur says as he unrolls a spool of film and holds it up against the light.
"Those edibles haunted me for a week," says Eames darkly.
"Right. So that explains the refusal to take any kind of drug," Arthur says in an absent tone as he staples the film to the corkboard lying on the table. "You categorize cold medicine as drugs?"
"I can't go near the liquid form. And I can't take pills. My throat closes up." Eames helpfully gestures to his throat as Arthur finally looks at him.
Eames isn't expecting Arthur to start smiling. Well, it isn't a smile, per se -- his mouth is still straight, but it's bracketed by dimples. "They're very mundane facts, I'm aware," Eames tells him. "Blame it on the probable fever."
"They are," Arthur agrees, but he's smiling still.
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Of course, Arthur doesn't believe him until he's seen it for himself. By the time Eames coughs the pills back up for the sixth time, their smooth surface has eroded away into something resembling the moon. Water has dribbled down his throat and all over his collar.
"I don't understand. You can swallow down my c-- you can't swallow pills?"
"No, but I'm becoming soaked in the process. Is that getting you hot and bothered?" Eames grins, trying to look alluring, but he's pretty sure there's saliva on his chin. His eyes are still watery and red from gagging the pills up. "Alright, listen, if this gets any worse, you're going to have to slip it to me without my knowledge. You have my permission to do so, now and whenever."
"You're...giving me permission to drug you without your permission," Arthur states.
"And how," Eames agrees. He sneezes all over his food, then looks at it in dismay.
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but it quickly got back to adorable, because anybody looking at anything in dismay is adorable. repetitive comment is repetitive.
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Hahahaha I have only heard stories about Humboldt County, even though I know a few people who go to school there. THEY ARE GOOD STORIES, THOUGH
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Euw but totally BWAHAHAHAHAHA.
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