silence is filling up the room / since you left last afternoon
Title: Sound
Fandom: Inception
Pairing: (pre-relationship) Arthur/Eames
Rating: G
Word Count: 411
Summary: "Even in the midst of chaos, Arthur's voice is low and even, almost to the point of monotonousness. It, perhaps inappropriately, sends thrills down Eames' spine. He likes to close his eyes when Arthur calls and just bask in his voice."
A/N: So I wrote this for a stray prompt for the kinkmeme, which I'll probably go post there shortly (and possibly to the A/E comm). Anyway, it really shouldn't take so long to write something so short, but whatever. Ficlets, yeah!
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"Eames."
"Speaking."
"It's Arthur. You're back in Mombasa?"
"As I'm sure you already know. To what do I owe the pleasure?"
He sat down on his sofa as Arthur began to talk, kicking his still-packed suitcase out of the way. The flight from Los Angeles back to Mombasa - twenty hours on top of the ten hour flight of the inception job - would have worn out a lesser man, and he was exhausted. Ordinarily, a phone call reaching him seconds after he'd stepped in the door after an ordeal like that would have resulted in him throwing the phone to a distant corner of the apartment, or drowning it in the sink, but...
...well, it was Arthur calling, after all.
"Saito's got another job offer - said he'll give us a month's rest and fly us out to Tokyo. Cobb's declined, but I know another extractor and Ariadne said she'd come..."
Arthur's voice was always calm, nearly monotonous, even when tinged with sarcasm, amusement, or anger. The way the man never seemed to lose his cool whether dealing with a mildly deranged extractor, facing a horde of militarized projections in a taxi, or putting the rest of the team under was calming, reassuring...and somehow thrilling at the same time.
He closed his eyes, leaning back on the sofa as the point man continued to talk, a shiver running up and down his spine as he took in the words. That thrill had remained constant through the years, ever since his first job with the Cobbs and their skinny, deceptively youthful point man.
"...so it shouldn't be too much of a hassle." There was a pause. "Eames? Are you listening?"
"Hanging on to every word," and it was true, though the snort from the other end of the line thought otherwise. "Promising offer, though. I'll consider it when I'm not running on caffeine and leftover adrenaline, how about that?"
"Just don't make me come down to Mombasa to drag you out of hibernation." He could imagine the little quirk at the edge of Arthur's mouth to accompany that hint of amusement. "You know how to reach me."
"As always. I'll call you within the week. Excellent job with the elevator, by the way, forgot to mention that. Thought you'd gotten tired of me and decided to toss me into limbo by way of explosion."
The chuckle on the other end brought a smile to his lips. "Good night, Mr. Eames."
Fandom: Inception
Pairing: (pre-relationship) Arthur/Eames
Rating: G
Word Count: 411
Summary: "Even in the midst of chaos, Arthur's voice is low and even, almost to the point of monotonousness. It, perhaps inappropriately, sends thrills down Eames' spine. He likes to close his eyes when Arthur calls and just bask in his voice."
A/N: So I wrote this for a stray prompt for the kinkmeme, which I'll probably go post there shortly (and possibly to the A/E comm). Anyway, it really shouldn't take so long to write something so short, but whatever. Ficlets, yeah!
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"Eames."
"Speaking."
"It's Arthur. You're back in Mombasa?"
"As I'm sure you already know. To what do I owe the pleasure?"
He sat down on his sofa as Arthur began to talk, kicking his still-packed suitcase out of the way. The flight from Los Angeles back to Mombasa - twenty hours on top of the ten hour flight of the inception job - would have worn out a lesser man, and he was exhausted. Ordinarily, a phone call reaching him seconds after he'd stepped in the door after an ordeal like that would have resulted in him throwing the phone to a distant corner of the apartment, or drowning it in the sink, but...
...well, it was Arthur calling, after all.
"Saito's got another job offer - said he'll give us a month's rest and fly us out to Tokyo. Cobb's declined, but I know another extractor and Ariadne said she'd come..."
Arthur's voice was always calm, nearly monotonous, even when tinged with sarcasm, amusement, or anger. The way the man never seemed to lose his cool whether dealing with a mildly deranged extractor, facing a horde of militarized projections in a taxi, or putting the rest of the team under was calming, reassuring...and somehow thrilling at the same time.
He closed his eyes, leaning back on the sofa as the point man continued to talk, a shiver running up and down his spine as he took in the words. That thrill had remained constant through the years, ever since his first job with the Cobbs and their skinny, deceptively youthful point man.
"...so it shouldn't be too much of a hassle." There was a pause. "Eames? Are you listening?"
"Hanging on to every word," and it was true, though the snort from the other end of the line thought otherwise. "Promising offer, though. I'll consider it when I'm not running on caffeine and leftover adrenaline, how about that?"
"Just don't make me come down to Mombasa to drag you out of hibernation." He could imagine the little quirk at the edge of Arthur's mouth to accompany that hint of amusement. "You know how to reach me."
"As always. I'll call you within the week. Excellent job with the elevator, by the way, forgot to mention that. Thought you'd gotten tired of me and decided to toss me into limbo by way of explosion."
The chuckle on the other end brought a smile to his lips. "Good night, Mr. Eames."