i don't know how to do enticing fic introductions
"did you just kanye shrug me?"
"...how do you know what that is."
"i'm hip. i twitter."
lol my dad
HOO HAA i write inception now. it's the kind that make most people angry because of syntax and whatnot but this is generally how an eames character study is going to go.
sometimes i even write accidental companion pieces.
Title: Tiger, my
Rating: PG (though this seems like an awfully tame rating for what it really is)
Warnings: none.
Summary: you're always the same
A/N: i recognize that i don't own Eames or Arthur or anything Inception related, god i haven't put a real disclaimer in forever. this happened on a whim because Eames lives in a part of my brain i can't find. Title and summary from Psapp, a fabulous band everyone should listen to.
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eames rolls andrew around his head for a while, fingers drumming absolution on pockmarked skin that isn't his, a spine that isn't his, a body wrapped around his that isn't.
"Stop It," Arthur Says, Arthur In All Capitals Because That's How Proper English Is Spoken.
he will have black hair, eames howls, only once it leaves his tongue it is a whisper.
"What? You're Speaking Nonsense." Arthur Rolls Over And Stares Mr. Eames In The Eyes Until Mr. Eames Smiles.
to the stars and back i will love you, eames lies. to the stars and back.
and back
and back
he will have black hair and quiet eyes and his posture will be elegant without necessity and his voice will be a ruin of chain smoked parliaments and his calves will run they will run where projections will stagger and his eyes will not be brown.
in eames' line of work if he is not a good liar he will be shot full of holes and noeveryone knows he already has plenty of those.
you're always the same you're always the same you're always the s
"I Know," Eames Had Said Back When He Was Pushed Into The Mold Of Excellence And Proper Upbringing.
darling i just want what's best for you reach out a little figure out how to be original his mother says, dipped in pearls and diamonds and chanel lipstick.
i will show her, he began to say but a few years ago he knew in his toes that what he really means is i will show no one because what can a copy do but remain the same?
Sheets Tangle Around Arthur In Ways Mr. Eames Has And Will Not. i will not i will not i will not touch you darling, eames wonders if he taunts, in the way a child holds power and hesitation in a single fingertip. he does not add if you don't want me to because Arthur Never Wants To Be Touched Because Arthur Is Untouchable Because Arthur Is A Professional.
he will have black hair and wear the finest suits but say nothing about the smear of ash and gunpowder on his collarbone and he will fold his tie right over left because he is american not english with white teeth straight and bright and a smile deadly enough to buckle the knees of everyone he will need to because he will need to because he will be a Professional.
andrew is whose skin he will sleep in because eames never quite settled into his own. if he cannot have Arthur's he will have someone who will not look at him like everything is dying and it's all eames' fault.
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Title: h(a)unt
Rating: PG
Warning(s): weee bit of foul language.
Summary: Arthur has feelings.
A/N: meant to be a companion piece to the above. i don't own Eames or Arthur (still). THIS one really happened on accident.
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with hackles raised like the wolf you are it's easy enough to connect the wires and realize it's not threatened, but frightened haphazardly painted across your face. you hide in the shelter of what you forge and plunge beneath the water to look at the underside where it's safe, where people mistake you for a reflection. by now, you have learned to tie an anchor to your wrist.
you think i don't ever hear you, ever hear you say one pull and you'll unravel or i want to hate you i want to throw you away why do i always remember you, you think i can't hear you at all and letting isn't any better than agreeing.
you exist in the details, like curling toes over the edge of the sofa or an errant sparrow that settles too close. your hands shake too much to hold the lighter steady, i don't know why i do it for you, cupping a palm against the wind, i don't even support the habit. but there you always aren't, calling me dearest and touching my elbow and looking at me with your crinkling eyes and desperate bones and your stupid fucking details.
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"...how do you know what that is."
"i'm hip. i twitter."
lol my dad
HOO HAA i write inception now. it's the kind that make most people angry because of syntax and whatnot but this is generally how an eames character study is going to go.
sometimes i even write accidental companion pieces.
Title: Tiger, my
Rating: PG (though this seems like an awfully tame rating for what it really is)
Warnings: none.
Summary: you're always the same
A/N: i recognize that i don't own Eames or Arthur or anything Inception related, god i haven't put a real disclaimer in forever. this happened on a whim because Eames lives in a part of my brain i can't find. Title and summary from Psapp, a fabulous band everyone should listen to.
---
eames rolls andrew around his head for a while, fingers drumming absolution on pockmarked skin that isn't his, a spine that isn't his, a body wrapped around his that isn't.
"Stop It," Arthur Says, Arthur In All Capitals Because That's How Proper English Is Spoken.
he will have black hair, eames howls, only once it leaves his tongue it is a whisper.
"What? You're Speaking Nonsense." Arthur Rolls Over And Stares Mr. Eames In The Eyes Until Mr. Eames Smiles.
to the stars and back i will love you, eames lies. to the stars and back.
and back
and back
he will have black hair and quiet eyes and his posture will be elegant without necessity and his voice will be a ruin of chain smoked parliaments and his calves will run they will run where projections will stagger and his eyes will not be brown.
in eames' line of work if he is not a good liar he will be shot full of holes and noeveryone knows he already has plenty of those.
you're always the same you're always the same you're always the s
"I Know," Eames Had Said Back When He Was Pushed Into The Mold Of Excellence And Proper Upbringing.
darling i just want what's best for you reach out a little figure out how to be original his mother says, dipped in pearls and diamonds and chanel lipstick.
i will show her, he began to say but a few years ago he knew in his toes that what he really means is i will show no one because what can a copy do but remain the same?
Sheets Tangle Around Arthur In Ways Mr. Eames Has And Will Not. i will not i will not i will not touch you darling, eames wonders if he taunts, in the way a child holds power and hesitation in a single fingertip. he does not add if you don't want me to because Arthur Never Wants To Be Touched Because Arthur Is Untouchable Because Arthur Is A Professional.
he will have black hair and wear the finest suits but say nothing about the smear of ash and gunpowder on his collarbone and he will fold his tie right over left because he is american not english with white teeth straight and bright and a smile deadly enough to buckle the knees of everyone he will need to because he will need to because he will be a Professional.
andrew is whose skin he will sleep in because eames never quite settled into his own. if he cannot have Arthur's he will have someone who will not look at him like everything is dying and it's all eames' fault.
~~~~~~
Title: h(a)unt
Rating: PG
Warning(s): weee bit of foul language.
Summary: Arthur has feelings.
A/N: meant to be a companion piece to the above. i don't own Eames or Arthur (still). THIS one really happened on accident.
---
with hackles raised like the wolf you are it's easy enough to connect the wires and realize it's not threatened, but frightened haphazardly painted across your face. you hide in the shelter of what you forge and plunge beneath the water to look at the underside where it's safe, where people mistake you for a reflection. by now, you have learned to tie an anchor to your wrist.
you think i don't ever hear you, ever hear you say one pull and you'll unravel or i want to hate you i want to throw you away why do i always remember you, you think i can't hear you at all and letting isn't any better than agreeing.
you exist in the details, like curling toes over the edge of the sofa or an errant sparrow that settles too close. your hands shake too much to hold the lighter steady, i don't know why i do it for you, cupping a palm against the wind, i don't even support the habit. but there you always aren't, calling me dearest and touching my elbow and looking at me with your crinkling eyes and desperate bones and your stupid fucking details.
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