When Eames is questioned on the memorable moments of his life in mindcrime and thinks back on the past decade spent tripping in and out of people's heads, he finds that the most amazing moments weren't within the dreams -for all their logic-defying splendour- but in his recollections of the little snatches of reality that drifted in between
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Ripples (2 of 2)rocks_not_deadOctober 3 2010, 20:20:15 UTC
Oops, made a boo-boo with not labeling the above as part 1
When Eames finally pulled away, he paused for a moment as he marveled at the sight of Arthur looking this unguarded, with his eyes closed and his mouth still held slightly open.
Arthur's eyes opened slowly. Eames sat back entirely, resuming his position leaning against the wall as Arthur finally closed his mouth.
Eames signaled to the bartender for another round of the same drinks.
They sat in silence till their drinks were served.
More silence as they nursed their drinks.
Then, Arthur chuckled.
And for all the conversations in the pool that Eames doesn't recall, he somehow remembers this part.
"Man, I'm drunk," Arthur had said, laughing lowly at himself.
Eames grinned when the words registered in his alcohol-dulled mind. He lifted his glass, "Cheers to that."
It would be a long time later that they would share a second kiss. But it was possibly that first time which made the drifting idea take root in Eames's mind - he wanted more.
Eames. Arthur. Cocktails. A hotel pool at night. GO, anons. :)
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When Eames finally pulled away, he paused for a moment as he marveled at the sight of Arthur looking this unguarded, with his eyes closed and his mouth still held slightly open.
Arthur's eyes opened slowly. Eames sat back entirely, resuming his position leaning against the wall as Arthur finally closed his mouth.
Eames signaled to the bartender for another round of the same drinks.
They sat in silence till their drinks were served.
More silence as they nursed their drinks.
Then, Arthur chuckled.
And for all the conversations in the pool that Eames doesn't recall, he somehow remembers this part.
"Man, I'm drunk," Arthur had said, laughing lowly at himself.
Eames grinned when the words registered in his alcohol-dulled mind. He lifted his glass, "Cheers to that."
It would be a long time later that they would share a second kiss. But it was possibly that first time which made the drifting idea take root in Eames's mind - he wanted more.
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