Umm...I made a crazy ridiculous request at burnmybridges's post so I think, by some kind of transitive property (WHO FAILED MATH FOREVER? OH, YEAH, THAT WAS ME.) I think I tagged myself
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There was a night, about a week later, when Eames and Arthur were the last two in the warehouse. Arthur had stuck around because he hadn't noticed everyone leaving. Eames was hoping for five minutes of attention when Arthur put his iPod away to leave.
But Arthur wasn't even looking at his laptop anymore. His attention had drifted and he was staring at a wall, too involved in the music to notice the real world.
Eames had always liked Arthur's attention. It was vivid and intense. You felt it, down to your toes, when it hit you. It was something in his shoulder, a little bit around the eyes.
Eames started a sketch in the corner of his notes. Mostly just the arc of Arthur's neck, the angle of his jawline, the sharp-line of his well-gelled hair...
Somehow he didn't notice when Arthur spun his chair around to face him. And he was busy with the crinkle at the edge of Arthur's eye when Arthur pulled the headphones off, letting them sit around his neck.
"Hey, Eames," Arthur said. He grinned when Eames started.
"You called, darling?"
Arthur stood and stretched. He picked his iPod up and walked across the room to Eames.
"You gotta listen to this," he said, pulling the headphones off his own neck and settling them on Eames's ears.
And they really did cancel out all the noise. The rest of the world went completely silent so that all he heard was the song.
Au premier temps de la valse...Toute seule tu souris déjà...
Arthur said something--Eames could see his lips move--but he wouldn't let Eames remove the headphones.
Au premier temps de la valse...Je suis seul mais je t`aperçois...
Arthur leaned down and pressed a kiss into Eames's cheek, his lips still moving, still saying something Eames couldn't hear.
There was a night, about a week later, when Eames and Arthur were the last two in the warehouse. Arthur had stuck around because he hadn't noticed everyone leaving. Eames was hoping for five minutes of attention when Arthur put his iPod away to leave.
But Arthur wasn't even looking at his laptop anymore. His attention had drifted and he was staring at a wall, too involved in the music to notice the real world.
Eames had always liked Arthur's attention. It was vivid and intense. You felt it, down to your toes, when it hit you. It was something in his shoulder, a little bit around the eyes.
Eames started a sketch in the corner of his notes. Mostly just the arc of Arthur's neck, the angle of his jawline, the sharp-line of his well-gelled hair...
Somehow he didn't notice when Arthur spun his chair around to face him. And he was busy with the crinkle at the edge of Arthur's eye when Arthur pulled the headphones off, letting them sit around his neck.
"Hey, Eames," Arthur said. He grinned when Eames started.
"You called, darling?"
Arthur stood and stretched. He picked his iPod up and walked across the room to Eames.
"You gotta listen to this," he said, pulling the headphones off his own neck and settling them on Eames's ears.
And they really did cancel out all the noise. The rest of the world went completely silent so that all he heard was the song.
Au premier temps de la valse...Toute seule tu souris déjà...
Arthur said something--Eames could see his lips move--but he wouldn't let Eames remove the headphones.
Au premier temps de la valse...Je suis seul mais je t`aperçois...
Arthur leaned down and pressed a kiss into Eames's cheek, his lips still moving, still saying something Eames couldn't hear.
"I love you too, pet," Eames said.
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DYING. And ugh, I love how it's playful and fun and then in the end, with that quiet moment *_____* THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS
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