Prompt Post No. 20
Welcome to Round 20 of the Inception Kink Meme.
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I've always thought Arthur is so..Pritchett(perfect little brother of Claire OH YEAH), but I think I fell in love with this prompt...
Seriously.somebody please please please fill this one. please.
Heaven knows what will happen when they meet Cam&Mitch.
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Hope you like it!
Here's a link for it:
http://mockingj91.livejournal.com/803.html#cutid1
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&if no one is interested I don't care because I'm going to write this shit regardless.
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Eames turned onto his side as a soft tritone ringing filled the air. “Not mine,” he mumbled against the cool skin of Arthur’s exposed shoulder.
Arthur sighed and propped himself up on one elbow, blinking blearily into the dark room. He listened to the trilling phone for another second before tensing and exhaling a quiet, “Fuck, that’s mine.”
Eames rolled into the warm spot Arthur had vacated and breathed in the still-fresh scent of laundry and shampoo. “You’re sure? That doesn’t much sound like your mobile either.”
“Personal cell,” Arthur grunted from the other side of the room. There was a moment of silence as the ringing cut-off and Arthur answered, sounding more composed than Eames could ever hope to muster so soon after being asleep, with a steady “Hello?”
Arthur rolled his eyes when he noticed his spot had been ( ... )
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[ Did someone say Arthur? My Arthur, Arthur? ]
[ Yes, Phil. For some reason our daughter is on the phone with your brother. Would you happen to have any idea why? ]
[ No way, I haven’t spoken to my little brother in forever! Alex, put him on speaker. Arthur! ]
“Phil, hey, it’s been awhile.” The softest smile stayed on Arthur’s face and Eames gave in to an impulse, pressing a small kiss to the corner of the upturned lips.
Arthur swatted at his face.
[ Uncle Arthur was just agreeing to help me with my assignment. ]
[ That’s great news! And, hey, it’s almost Thanksgiving, you should come and spend it with us. ]
[ Phil, don’t you think it’s a little... rude to invite him with only a week’s heads-up? I mean, I’m sure your brother already has other plans. ]
[ Are you kidding me, Claire? Arthur would completely skip Christmas if I didn’t leave him twelve days of Christmas carol voicemails every year. Right, lil’ bro? ]
Eames’ face lit up in glee as he mouthed ’twelve days of Christmas carols’. Arthur flipped him off, but ( ... )
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“It’s thirty degrees here and you were going to spend the hols being damp in London?”
Arthur pulled on his sunglasses as they stepped into the sun of the arrivals pick-up area. “Don’t be ridiculous,” he tugged off his coat, “it’s barely seventy-five out here.”
As they double-checked their luggage, a minivan rolled up to the curb and a dark-haired man rolled down the window and waved. “At last my liege, King Arthur, has arriveth!”
Eames leaned in towards Arthur and whispered, “Does that make me Guinevere?”
Arthur quipped back, “More like my manservant,” before he strode forward to greet his brother with a tight hug. “Phil, I’m so sorry it’s taken me this long to come back and visit.”
“Don’t sweat it, I know that being an International Man of Mystery keeps you busy.” Phil kept an arm around his shoulders while reaching out to shake Eames’ hand. “And you must be his Lady Guinevere.”
Eames grinned vaingloriously at Arthur while eagerly shaking Phil’s hand, “That I am, but I must insist that you address me by my maiden name: ( ... )
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An apron-clad woman with blond hair appeared at the open arch leading into the living room with two dark-haired girls hovering behind her. “I’m glad you guys made it safely,” she said through a strained smile, “Gosh, it’s been so long Arthur.”
“Claire, it’s lovely to see you. As always.”
They greeted each other with a hug that was only semi-awkward before a brunette with glasses stepped forward with a large smile. “Uncle Arthur! I’m so glad you’re here, though I’m also really sorry for getting you dragged into the freakshow that is our family holidays.”
Arthur returned her smile, “No, apologies necessary. In fact, thank you, Alex. I’ve been long overdue for a visit. I’d probably never have gotten around to it for at least another decade otherwise.”
The final girl had a smile playing on her lips and one hand on her hips. “Honestly, I don’t even know why you bothered. You’re free now. If I were you I’d have stayed as far away as possible.”
“I promise you, Haley. One more year at college and you’ll be begging for your mother’s ( ... )
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Alex ran up after her, “Seriously, Haley? Colin Farrell is IRISH!”
“Ah, youth.” Eames sighed happily.
That part made me laugh! Eames is a patient man :P
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“Ew, Luke. Were you standing out here the whole time?” She made a face, frowning and suspicious, “Why do you need to know about forging?”
“Why do you need to know why I need to know?” Luke shot back.
Alex rolled her eyes, but gave in, never really one to refuse answers to questions she knew. “Well, forging is about making stuff. Usually metal work? Like, you’d forge a sword or a shield.”
Luke nodded his head, thinking about what he had overheard when he’d gone to call his uncle and Eames down for dinner, “So, hypertheoretically, if someone had been talking about forging a person...”
“I think you meant ‘hypothetically’, and, what, like forging a suit of armor?”
Luke’s head swiveled to look up at Arthur, who had just appeared at the top of the stairs, and his eyes went wide while muttering in near reverence, “Or a robot.” He backed away slowly and then spun around, darting into the living room as Haley came in through the front door.
Alex’s face ( ... )
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“Yeah,” Phil smiled, “They even used to lock themselves away in his room for extra student council planning sessions. Arthur always was a busy worker bee...” he trailed off, lost in his memories.
“Um...” Haley tilted her head in suspicion, “exactly who were ‘they’?”
“Your uncle and the student body... presi-” he slowly turned to look at his younger brother with a dawning horror of realization, “-dent.”
Arthur swallowed half the contents of his wineglass as his two nieces shrieked in stereo, “Uncle Arthur!”
Luke poured ketchup over his pasta, completely uninterested the drama affecting the rest of the table, but paying close attention to whether or not Arthur and Eames were ingesting food like normal human or simply pretending, like robots.
Haley pointed her fork at her dad, “You and Mom wouldn’t let me close the door when Dylan was over, but you were perfectly fine with your little brother locking himself in his room with his boyfriend? You are such a hypocrite!”
Claire got up from the table and uncorked another bottle of ( ... )
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Phil shook his head, pushing his chair back with a stony face, “I always thought we were Mary-Kate and Ashley.” His voice was accusing and dripping with disappointment and suddenly Arthur felt all of eight years old, “But apparently we’re not. Instead, turns out I’m Nancy Drew solving cases by myself while you’re off with the Hardy Boys.”
“Phil.” And Arthur knew he was more articulate than this. That there had been a time when he and his brother had been close. Inseparable. Arthur stood and faced his brother, “...we’re still Mary-Kate and Ashley.”
Phil pulled him in for a hug, but shook his head once more, “Not right now we’re not.” He pulled away, “Cam and Mitch are coming over early for the barbecue tomorrow and I still haven’t cleaned the grill. So I think I’m just gonna go to bed.”
He said his goodnights and headed up the stairs.
Eames cleared his throat, “Dinner was delicious, Claire, thank you.”
Claire took a swig of wine straight from the bottle before passing it over to Eames, “Welcome to the family.” Her eyes ( ... )
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“So, after graduating from a super military school you only spent handful of-- highly classified-- years actually in the military before leaving it for... corporate espionage?”
Arthur added sausage chunks to his pot of country gravy before checking on the biscuits in the oven and responding to Alex, “It’s ‘competitive intelligence’, legally, and ‘information broker’, specifically.”
“Okay, so what kind of information?”
“You know... patents.”
His niece looked at him with narrowed eyes, “Patents? You left the military for patents.”
Arthur shrugged, but threw her a small smile, “And maybe a bit of corporate espionage.”
Alex looked about ready to burst with questions, but just then her dad walked in looking between the two of them. “I hope I’m not interrupting an uncle-niece bonding session?” he said with all the expectation of someone hoping for the opposite.
“Just working on Alex’s assignment while ( ... )
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