✍ [Meme:] The Three Types of Love Meme

[littlspecificty]

Reposting some threads here because motherfuckin' captcha is stupid yo.

Here's the original post and rules:

The THREE TYPES OF LOVE meme

And the following are repastes and continuations of my threads from there (because I am an anal bastard and want mah shit saved proper).

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2 (Truly Madly Deeply) & 7 (I just want to say...) || w/ paisleythief

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It had been weeks since Arthur had even spoken to the other man. He had refused to answer Eames' calls or respond to his texts ever since that fight they had had. In an open backstreet, of all places

[paisleythief]

Stupid, was what it was. They'd fallen prey to their stupid biases against (or as it was for Eames, for each other) and, because of whatever reasons, they'd each ignored what they'd learned about the other and regressed to a time where arguing was the only way they knew how to communicate with each other. Eames knew he wasn't in the wrong for his intentions, probably not even his actions, but the way he handled it (passive-aggressive jabs at Arthur's constant and inflexible lack of confidence in others while the point man threw just as barbed words back at him) wasn't appropriate. He'd been stupid, and he'd realized it the second he'd got back to their room-- his room, as the room had been cleared of any trace of the other entirely

[littlspecificty]

His chest felt too tight and his skin growing cold from his drenched clothes didn't even register as his heartbeat took over his hearing when Eames shot up.

Arthur was almost surprised he hadn't pulled a gun out on him - or at least checked his totem.

He swallowed, throat clicking loudly in the heavy silence of the room, between them. Then, "Either you're getting sloppy, Eames, or you're really just that hard-up for attention."

[paisleythief]

It was careless for someone like Eames to sleep with a gun under his pillow- he shoves his hands under his pillows too often for it to be advisable lest he shoot a hole through the wall or worse, through somebody. Eames' gun is in the bedside table, top drawer next to his totem and his wristwatch. He doesn't want to pull either on the figure at the end of his bed, lest this just turn into another quasi-nightmare where Arthur recounts all the reasons they were never going to work in the first place.

Trust Eames' projection of Arthur to be just as brutal as the real thing.

"I've always been a little bit of both," Eames' eyes are adjusting to being open, the blur of sleep slowly burning away under the influence of adrenaline. Is Arthur wet? "But the latter more-so, recently, than the former, I'd say."

3 (How can I exist w/out you?) & 10 (Forced together) || w/ a_gold_bishop

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The last thing Arthur remembered as he slowly came to was their new employer's face and the sound of his voice calling for help to "move them."

His eyes shot open when he remembered who had been sitting beside him at the time: Ariadne.

Arthur tried to sit up but found both his wrists strapped down to a bed at his sides - he was also stripped down to his boxers. His vision was hazy at first, not recognizing the room he was in, but he was grateful that Ariadne was beside him on another bed, strapped down and stripped to her underwear, as well.

She didn't seem like she was injured in any fashion but was still asleep.

He could feel his stomach tighten and twist; what were they going to do to them? Were they dreaming? Where the hell were their totems? What the fuck was going on here?

[a_gold_bishop]

Ariadne comes to a short while after Arthur and tries to move only to find herself restrained to a bed. Her breath catches and she rolls her still muzzy head looking for Arthur in a slight panic.

She's both relieved that he's present and incredibly alarmed to find him just as laid out and tied down as her on the next bed over. She suppresses her panic and wets her lips before trying to speak.

"Do you know what happened...?" She keeps her voice quiet and tries not to think about why the majority of their clothes are missing.

1 (Bad Romance) & 4 (Cheated) || w/ a_silver_mirror

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Arthur didn't wait very long after Eames got in the door to ask him, straight out, "Who is it? Who are you fucking?"

His tone and expression made it clear he would not be distracted or deterred from getting an answer.

[a_silver_mirror]

Eames flinches away from the question. He just wanted to come back and scrub Cole off of his skin and crawl into bed with Arthur, but he should have known he wouldn't be able to keep it up. He'd have to tell the truth, which made what he'd been doing pointlesss, but....at least it would be over then.

He ran a hand through over his hair and spoke with a rasping voice. It was as though someone had been holding his throat, or he had something caught in it.

"Dustin Cole."

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Arthur had flinched away himself, as if he had been hit. He shook his head, eyes going harder as his voice came out harsher than it had been a second ago.

"Don't fucking lie to me, Eames! I deserve to know who it really is!"

Cole was dead. Eames had told him so himself. Arthur was only getting more angry at the thought of Eames either thinking Arthur was stupid enough to believe some shitty lie - or he was actually protecting the other person.

[a_silver_mirror]

Eames flinched again and his whole posture is genuinely defeated. He looks up at Arthur and there's a shadow of bruising around his throat.

"He's back. Apparently the bloody fucking fire didn't kill him as well as I thought it did." He rasped.

Arthur || Inception (thread starter for a_gold_bishop and a_silver_mirror)

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2-5

[a_gold_bishop]

Ariadne walked into the warehouse and froze. She knew that waist-coated back anywhere. She knew she would run into Arthur sometime since she found her own way into dreamsharing after his fucking self righteous move of dumping her to keep her away from the dangers of his life, but she hadn't expected it to be this job and she had hoped that their extractor would have mentioned that they were working with Arthur.

She took a deep breath and determined that she would handle this as professionally as possible. She would give him no reason to kick her off the team in order to protect her.

"Good Morning, Arthur. I didn't realize you were joining us."

[littlspecificty]

Arthur's reasoning behind leaving Ariadne had been more selfish than altruistic; he had wanted to keep her from danger, yes, but also prevent himself from getting anymore attached than he already was.

It was incredible how some mornings he could wake up and see her sleeping curled up next to him and he felt content. It had also become terrifying

[a_gold_bishop]

Ariadne's eyes narrowed at his back at the short greeting. Didn't he even want to know how she was doing? Granted, he was probably keeping tabs on her, but it was still polite to ask her