Fic: Picking Locks

[spyndisguise]

Eames surveys his surroundings, taking in every last detail that he can. The stacks upon stacks of old magazines, the sink full of dirty coffee mugs, the meticulously folded laundry piled high on the couch. He takes it in, relishing in moments of Arthur. The last moments he’ll ever get.

He shouldn’t be here, he knows this. Knows Arthur would

Comments

[jacquise]

;~;

Excuse me, I'm picking up the pieces of my heart from the floor. It's always Eames that we think would be the one to die alone. Oh, Arthur... T___T

[drowning_london]

WHAT SHE SAID!!

*sob*

*finds a broom and dustpan*

[kaitmaree77]

Yeah, my heart is still over there on the floor. How dare you break it and then rip it out and make it your plaything?

GORGEOUS fic. You are a truly fantastic author.

[cheerful_earl]

But... but... sad.

Lovely though!

[shoppermania]

:O:O:O
D: This was so beautiful and heartbreaking ♥♥

[romyra]

wow.....I totally did not see that coming....brilliant but heartbreaking.