always keep an edge on your knife, and other romantic ideals. 1/10 or less, seriously.templemarkerFebruary 16 2011, 00:49:42 UTC
I should not be doing this when I have an already existent plot monster on the kink meme, but what the hell.
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If there was one bloody thing Eames learned from his stint in the Royal Marines, it was this: travel light, travel swift, and leave nothing behind.
Boy, had he bollocksed that last one up.
He winced as another of his dishes crashed into his countertops. "That's marble, Arthur," he protested.
"I'm giving it character!" Arthur shouted at him, tossing a well-shaped juice glass onto the unforgiving stone and watching it shatter.
"I'll give you character," Eames muttered, which of course didn't make sense but he couldn't be arsed to care when his entire china set was being summarily destroyed before his eyes.
"When I say," crash "'make certain you've got everything, Mr. Eames,'" crash "I do not mean," smash smash smash "'leave our fucking passports in the building I am about to decimate with Molotovs!'"
Crash.Eames reached inside his jacket pocket and pulled out his wallet of Very Useful Things. "I could make you
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always keep an edge on your knife, and other romantic ideals. 2/<10 templemarkerFebruary 16 2011, 19:49:28 UTC
Eames returned with a chipped coffee mug, a martini glass, and a decent bottle of wine he'd picked up at the shop 'round the corner. The proprietor's teenaged son had the most delightfully obvious crush on Eames, and he'd taken to going there once or twice a week when he was in town just to give the young man a taste of hope. And to perhaps indirectly encourage him to move himself to Roma at the earliest available opportunity; god knew the poor fellow wasn't going to have much luck in this little hidden corner of the world, and every bloke deserved a chance to get fucked
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always keep an edge on your knife, and other romantic ideals. 3/<10 templemarkerFebruary 16 2011, 19:50:10 UTC
"Tu aurai besoin de rafraîchir ton française, chéri," Eames said, waving the new passport about. "And we'll need to see my friend Marcelo about an entry stamp or five, and possibly change a bit on the printing, but we can do that tomorrow. Either way, this should get you back to your flat in London. I'm sure you have a cache there."
"Je ne vous pardonne pas," Arthur said from his position in front of Eames' bookcase, "but I am slightly less pissed at you now."
"Excellent," Eames said, pouring a bit more wine into his mug. "Now, seeing as you've no choice but to wait until the morrow, how about we get buggered and then get buggered?" He put a wide, slightly hopeful smile on his face.
Arthur looked up at the ceiling, as if searching for strength, but then his shoulders sagged. Ah, this was one of Eames' favorite scenes--watching Arthur give in to the things he wanted but didn't really want to want. Funny how they managed so frequently to get into situations where Arthur had little choice but to spend time with Eames. Quite funny,
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If there was one bloody thing Eames learned from his stint in the Royal Marines, it was this: travel light, travel swift, and leave nothing behind.
Boy, had he bollocksed that last one up.
He winced as another of his dishes crashed into his countertops. "That's marble, Arthur," he protested.
"I'm giving it character!" Arthur shouted at him, tossing a well-shaped juice glass onto the unforgiving stone and watching it shatter.
"I'll give you character," Eames muttered, which of course didn't make sense but he couldn't be arsed to care when his entire china set was being summarily destroyed before his eyes.
"When I say," crash "'make certain you've got everything, Mr. Eames,'" crash "I do not mean," smash smash smash "'leave our fucking passports in the building I am about to decimate with Molotovs!'"
Crash.Eames reached inside his jacket pocket and pulled out his wallet of Very Useful Things. "I could make you ( ... )
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"Je ne vous pardonne pas," Arthur said from his position in front of Eames' bookcase, "but I am slightly less pissed at you now."
"Excellent," Eames said, pouring a bit more wine into his mug. "Now, seeing as you've no choice but to wait until the morrow, how about we get buggered and then get buggered?" He put a wide, slightly hopeful smile on his face.
Arthur looked up at the ceiling, as if searching for strength, but then his shoulders sagged. Ah, this was one of Eames' favorite scenes--watching Arthur give in to the things he wanted but didn't really want to want. Funny how they managed so frequently to get into situations where Arthur had little choice but to spend time with Eames. Quite funny, ( ... )
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