In Cambodia, Eames lost his carry-on luggage, was almost shot in the knee, twice, slept in shoddy buildings housing prostitutes and illegal immigrants, and bought Arthur a postcard which he forgot to send and promptly left in the airport bathroom.
I love this detail so much.
They don't kiss at the doorway because they are not the kind of people, they are the kind who keep to separate sides of the bed, the kind who dance around each other and respond to phone calls three days late and drink expensive wine in bed while the other one checks his e-mail by the window.
Unnnngggh, stop it, omg.
In the morning they reach for each other with faces turned away, mouths closed, eyes scrunched, kneading each under the blankets, alert and awake, like swimmers diving into water and then gasping when they surface for air.
GAH.
One is when Eames shows up at Arthur's door with a Pinot Blanc, usually without preamble and wearing his best cologne, two is when Arthur lets him inside and three is when Eames walks Arthur backwards to the bed and
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THIS. THIS IS THE BEST COMMENT EVER BECAUSE I LOVE LONG COMMENTS I LOVE READING THEM OKAY, AND YOU KNOW bronson cares not for MONOGAMY PFFFT AND YEAH THE FIRST SCENE I WROTE IN THIS FIC WAS ARTHUR DISMANTLING HIS GUN AND TOUCHING EAMES' KNEE AND IT SORT OF WENT CRAZY FROM THERE. D:
This is wonderful. You've created such a beautiful atmosphere, I jus want to wrap his fic around me like a blanket and curl up in the corner of the couch.
this is so sweetly intense, and as heartbreaking as it is wonderful, if that makes any sense at all. i love it, and i hate it, and i want it to get better, and i want it to never end, all at once. :( but god, this is beautiful. i kept rereading paragraphs to make them settle slowly, make them last longer. i really, really love everything you've written for this fandom. i think this may be the best. but i'll decide that later when my heart is done squeezing my chest.
;____; you flatter me omg. lately i've been unsure about my writing because i can never plot heist fic or anything that does not involve domesticity (i need to get out more, maybe) and i've always wanted to write action-packed, smoothly-paced fics but cannot get rid of that weird thing i have for rhythm dkfjdskf i like my sentences to sort of flow you know >_> but thank you so much for this comment, for uh, gracing my comment page regularly. i'm glad you like this, it sounds trite, but i really am. ;__;
Love how you've captured their routine/unroutine (?!) interactions here :) The sex was not overwhelming, rather, the character's actions & details did all the talking. Thanks so much for writing this!
thank you so much for reading! i'm thrilled you like this. the sex was not meant to be overwhelming as i really can't write sex anyway and sort of just make vague allusions to it. again, thank you!
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I love this detail so much.
They don't kiss at the doorway because they are not the kind of people, they are the kind who keep to separate sides of the bed, the kind who dance around each other and respond to phone calls three days late and drink expensive wine in bed while the other one checks his e-mail by the window.
Unnnngggh, stop it, omg.
In the morning they reach for each other with faces turned away, mouths closed, eyes scrunched, kneading each under the blankets, alert and awake, like swimmers diving into water and then gasping when they surface for air.
GAH.
One is when Eames shows up at Arthur's door with a Pinot Blanc, usually without preamble and wearing his best cologne, two is when Arthur lets him inside and three is when Eames walks Arthur backwards to the bed and ( ... )
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That is to say, I loved this intensely, specifically the parts tailoredshirt quoted. :)
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this is so sweetly intense, and as heartbreaking as it is wonderful, if that makes any sense at all. i love it, and i hate it, and i want it to get better, and i want it to never end, all at once. :( but god, this is beautiful. i kept rereading paragraphs to make them settle slowly, make them last longer. i really, really love everything you've written for this fandom. i think this may be the best. but i'll decide that later when my heart is done squeezing my chest.
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