(07) → maybe you and i will fall in love

[traincar]

After the inception job, Eames doesn’t see Arthur for a year and a half. They meet up somewhere in England to shoot the shit. It comes out of nowhere, Eames thinks, this burning itch deep down in his chest to see where Arthur’s been-what he’s seen, what he’s done, who he’s been with.

“Darling,” Eames greets him, kissing his cheek and letting his

Comments

[osaki_nana_707]

I love that song... Now I know who I'm going to think of whenever I hear it. :P

[traincar]

Thank you. :) I love that song.

[traincar]

Haha, it's pretty silly. But thank you!

[kahtyasofia]

I've been itching for an edgy fic for 2 days. I've wanted an angry and violent Arthur/Eames. I finally got it! I love that they 'fuck' and don't play house. I love that Arthur punches Eames. I love that there's a connection without hearts and flowers.

Thank you.

[traincar]

Thank you so much! I wanted an edgy fic too, so I wrote one myself lol. ♥

[clair3]

beautifuly done!

[traincar]

Thank you. ♥

[epistolic]

Gorgeous, heartbreaking, and simmering with a quiet undercurrent that tugs at something deep in my chest. You have such a brilliant way with words:

Lying here in the middle of dreary, rainy England, Eames wants to burrow against Arthur’s chest and curl himself around the cold, quiet organ. Wants to hear the thump thump of it against his fingertips until he’s gone numb.

I'm so glad you're back up to writing again, it makes me so happy. ♥

[traincar]

THANK YOU BB! \o/ So happy that you liked this. ♥ I really want to write mooooore. But, alas, no motivation.