Fic tiemz!
Takin' a break from cleaning fucking EVERYTHING to post a small fic. My hands are going to be dry for weeks. x_x
Author: riotact
Title: maybe tomorrow
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Word Count: 350
Summary: Arthur is apparently a 15 year old girl with a crush on Eames.
Disclaimer/Author's note: I've pretty much been struggling with my writing and it comes in short bursts and this is the result of one of those bursts. It's driving me nuts.
There is always a flicker of eyes, at least once a day, in his direction. It's a stare that lingers for just a little too long, with just a little too much visible desire and even though Arthur knows it's ridiculous, he can't help himself. He loves the way Eames rehearses lines under his breath, lips barely moving as he flicks his wrist to get back into character when he feels himself slipping out.
Eames has a magnetism to him that has the ability to both attract and repel Arthur in a way that he's never experienced before. At first the idea was ludicrous and then it confused him, now Arthur has learned to deal with it, has even become fond of the feeling. Like the tiny flutter of winged creatures in stomach when Eames gets too close, or holds his gaze for a second longer than needed, Arthur likes these small ways that Eames affects him because it inevitably makes him happier.
What Arthur would like to do and what he really does are two very different things when it comes to Eames. He would like to gently tug him in for a kiss, just a small one, maybe a little awkward and walk away, so that he knows. (He hates the idea that they could part ways without Eames being wise to the feelings Arthur has for him.) When presented with this moment though, Arthur doesn't do anything. Instead he narrows his eyes, or rolls them or says something snide before stalking off. It is strange the way his body longs to push up against Eames' heavier, harder one when he does this, puts distance between them.
After pushing away, Arthur can feel a little more sadness creep into his chest because he can't bring himself to do what he wants to do. Arthur is so afraid of rejection he'd rather create a reason for Eames to dislike him then to open himself up to the possibility of 'maybe' and when he leaves the warehouse, he keeps the desolation at bay with the thought of 'Maybe tomorrow.'
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Short and really all I can get out. Grr. I just want to write. *cries*
Author: riotact
Title: maybe tomorrow
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Word Count: 350
Summary: Arthur is apparently a 15 year old girl with a crush on Eames.
Disclaimer/Author's note: I've pretty much been struggling with my writing and it comes in short bursts and this is the result of one of those bursts. It's driving me nuts.
There is always a flicker of eyes, at least once a day, in his direction. It's a stare that lingers for just a little too long, with just a little too much visible desire and even though Arthur knows it's ridiculous, he can't help himself. He loves the way Eames rehearses lines under his breath, lips barely moving as he flicks his wrist to get back into character when he feels himself slipping out.
Eames has a magnetism to him that has the ability to both attract and repel Arthur in a way that he's never experienced before. At first the idea was ludicrous and then it confused him, now Arthur has learned to deal with it, has even become fond of the feeling. Like the tiny flutter of winged creatures in stomach when Eames gets too close, or holds his gaze for a second longer than needed, Arthur likes these small ways that Eames affects him because it inevitably makes him happier.
What Arthur would like to do and what he really does are two very different things when it comes to Eames. He would like to gently tug him in for a kiss, just a small one, maybe a little awkward and walk away, so that he knows. (He hates the idea that they could part ways without Eames being wise to the feelings Arthur has for him.) When presented with this moment though, Arthur doesn't do anything. Instead he narrows his eyes, or rolls them or says something snide before stalking off. It is strange the way his body longs to push up against Eames' heavier, harder one when he does this, puts distance between them.
After pushing away, Arthur can feel a little more sadness creep into his chest because he can't bring himself to do what he wants to do. Arthur is so afraid of rejection he'd rather create a reason for Eames to dislike him then to open himself up to the possibility of 'maybe' and when he leaves the warehouse, he keeps the desolation at bay with the thought of 'Maybe tomorrow.'
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Short and really all I can get out. Grr. I just want to write. *cries*