The tall, blond man standing where Arthur left Eames flashes him a wholesome smile and says, "Isn't it swell?" in an accent that's faintly Brooklyn, all American, and absolutely not why they're under.
"What the fuck," Arthur says, because it bears repeating. "Who is that supposed to be?"
"Why, Steve Rogers, darling." The blond is still smiling, no trace of an Eamesian leer even though Arthur can feel one, like an itch between his shoulder blades.
"No."
"No?"
"I am not talking to a forgery of Captain America."
In a blink, the blond has been replaced by a shorter, dark-haired man, smirking worse than Eames on his best day. There's a small, circular blue glow under his t-shirt. In dimmer lighting, he could just about pass for Robert Downey, Jr.
"How about now, how's this? This work better for you? I can totally-"
THIS FILLS ME WITH JOY. I AM SO FULL OF JOY THAT I KINDA HAVE TO PEE. AND NOW EVERYONE ON YOUR LJ KNOWS THAT. HOW SPECIAL.
Omg, Eames is *such* a Tony. Arthur might fuss at him now, but he will SO be thinking about that later. Because you *know* Arthur is a giant freaking fanboy in shark's clothing.
MOAR PLZ!!!
(Also, someday, perhaps in a different story, Eames should forge Danno's Camaro. It would be like Knight Rider, and there would be many jokes about riding and who drives.)
Eames is totally a Tony. And Arthur is so a fanboy in shark's clothing (THIS IS AN EXCELLENT DESCRIPTION OF HIM), it's probably going to get stuck in his head and drive him nuts.
I will write you more!! Soon!
(... that would be hilarious. Like, seriously. And fun to write.)
I emailed you about the thing where Tony!Eames should take over Arthur's dreams, right? When I was more awake and lucid? Oh, I totally did. Here is what I said:
I want Arthur's dreams to be suddenly, frustratingly populated with Eames-as-Tony projections of various ilk. Perhaps one of them is actually Eames! :-D
The tall, blond man standing where Arthur left Eames flashes him a wholesome smile and says, "Isn't it swell?" in an accent that's faintly Brooklyn, all American, and absolutely not why they're under.
"What the fuck," Arthur says, because it bears repeating. "Who is that supposed to be?"
"Why, Steve Rogers, darling." The blond is still smiling, no trace of an Eamesian leer even though Arthur can feel one, like an itch between his shoulder blades.
"No."
"No?"
"I am not talking to a forgery of Captain America."
In a blink, the blond has been replaced by a shorter, dark-haired man, smirking worse than Eames on his best day. There's a small, circular blue glow under his t-shirt. In dimmer lighting, he could just about pass for Robert Downey, Jr.
"How about now, how's this? This work better for you? I can totally-"
"Quit fucking around, Eames."
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Omg, Eames is *such* a Tony. Arthur might fuss at him now, but he will SO be thinking about that later. Because you *know* Arthur is a giant freaking fanboy in shark's clothing.
MOAR PLZ!!!
(Also, someday, perhaps in a different story, Eames should forge Danno's Camaro. It would be like Knight Rider, and there would be many jokes about riding and who drives.)
*sleepy hugs*
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Eames is totally a Tony. And Arthur is so a fanboy in shark's clothing (THIS IS AN EXCELLENT DESCRIPTION OF HIM), it's probably going to get stuck in his head and drive him nuts.
I will write you more!! Soon!
(... that would be hilarious. Like, seriously. And fun to write.)
*cuddles*
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I want Arthur's dreams to be suddenly, frustratingly populated with Eames-as-Tony projections of various ilk. Perhaps one of them is actually Eames! :-D
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