fic: i'll do anything for you (i did everything for you)
Title: i'll do anything for you (i did everything for you), part 1
Author: maybelater__
Team: Angst
Prompt: Fall
Word count: 341
Rating: PG-13 (for language)
Warnings: None
Notes: Title is from Sufjan Steven's For the Widows in Paradise, For the Fatherless in Ypsilanti
Arthur walked quickly down the street, turning up the collar of his pea coat against the crisp, biting autumn wind. The leaves, burning orange and red with the changing seasons, an unwelcome sign of how much time had passed since Eames left him, crunched under his feet as he moved.
A year ago it would’ve been him and Eames walking down the street. Eames wearing the scarf Arthur bought him for his birthday, the ends swirling in the air as they walked. Eames wrapping an arm protectively around Arthur’s shoulders, keeping him warm as they headed home.
Arthur shook his head to clear his thoughts. He hadn’t even replied to any of the correspondence Eames had sent him since Eames had stood up and walked out of his apartment and his life. He shook his head again, harder this time, and muttered to himself, “I fucking hate that asshole anyway.”
He pulled his coat tighter around himself as he approached his mailbox. He opened it and, unsurprisingly, found an envelope, unmarked save for the Darling scrawled on the front in Eames’ familiar handwriting. He left the envelope where it lay and instead reached one hand, almost instinctively, inside his coat and into his pocket to curl his fingers around his red die. The other hand flexed around his gun where it was shoved into the waistband of his pants. His line of work kept him on guard most of the time, but Eames’ letter bore no return address or postage marks as they usually did. If Eames were here, as Arthur strongly suspected he was, Arthur would probably shoot him in his stupid face for thinking he could just waltz back into Arthur’s life without paying for it, preferably via bodily injury.
Arthur took his gun out and turned around slowly, searching through the trees and the cars lining the street for Eames.
“Hello, darling,” Eames said, his voice coming from directly behind Arthur. Arthur spun around, pointing the gun right at Eames’ smiling, stupidly perfect face. “I see you haven’t read my note yet.”
Author: maybelater__
Team: Angst
Prompt: Fall
Word count: 341
Rating: PG-13 (for language)
Warnings: None
Notes: Title is from Sufjan Steven's For the Widows in Paradise, For the Fatherless in Ypsilanti
Arthur walked quickly down the street, turning up the collar of his pea coat against the crisp, biting autumn wind. The leaves, burning orange and red with the changing seasons, an unwelcome sign of how much time had passed since Eames left him, crunched under his feet as he moved.
A year ago it would’ve been him and Eames walking down the street. Eames wearing the scarf Arthur bought him for his birthday, the ends swirling in the air as they walked. Eames wrapping an arm protectively around Arthur’s shoulders, keeping him warm as they headed home.
Arthur shook his head to clear his thoughts. He hadn’t even replied to any of the correspondence Eames had sent him since Eames had stood up and walked out of his apartment and his life. He shook his head again, harder this time, and muttered to himself, “I fucking hate that asshole anyway.”
He pulled his coat tighter around himself as he approached his mailbox. He opened it and, unsurprisingly, found an envelope, unmarked save for the Darling scrawled on the front in Eames’ familiar handwriting. He left the envelope where it lay and instead reached one hand, almost instinctively, inside his coat and into his pocket to curl his fingers around his red die. The other hand flexed around his gun where it was shoved into the waistband of his pants. His line of work kept him on guard most of the time, but Eames’ letter bore no return address or postage marks as they usually did. If Eames were here, as Arthur strongly suspected he was, Arthur would probably shoot him in his stupid face for thinking he could just waltz back into Arthur’s life without paying for it, preferably via bodily injury.
Arthur took his gun out and turned around slowly, searching through the trees and the cars lining the street for Eames.
“Hello, darling,” Eames said, his voice coming from directly behind Arthur. Arthur spun around, pointing the gun right at Eames’ smiling, stupidly perfect face. “I see you haven’t read my note yet.”