This had to end.

Eames had made his living ever since high school by walking the streets, canting his hips and smiling prettily at older men, boys; anyone who could pay them for his time. As he got older he got wiser, choice to walk around places where there were businessmen and women away from their partners, who would see him or have an itch to ( Read more... )

[ Eames loses his voice in an attack and he and Arthur have to deal with the consequences. ]

Eames stripped out of the hospital shirt and then allowed Arthur to lead him into the bathroom, closing his eyes at the feel of the cloth on his skin, brushing away the blood there.

He only opened his eyes when Arthur was done, raising a hand to cup Arthur's ( Read more... )

WARNING: This verse and log will approach and deal with transgender/genderqueer issues. The mun wants to make it clear that she does support the trans community as a whole, and if she fails to properly address/treats issues in a way that is offensive, openly invites herself to correction (but will attempt to treat the subject with all due ( Read more... )

Eames wasn't old enough to entirely understand that his mother was putting all of her effort into him and his siblings. All he knew was that once, he'd had a father; the scent still very bright in his mind of how his father had smelled, and memories of orange tabby ears like his own ( Read more... )

Eames made his living observing people.

To him, a man would have to be blind to the obvious tension in Arthur's frame, the way that he and Mal were either looking at each other too long or avoiding each others gaze entirely. Apparently, Dom was the blind man in this example, because he didn't seem to have a clue about it.

Eames didn't know whether or ( Read more... )