This was so delicious and lovely. Also, this scene nearly killed me:
He straddles Arthur’s thighs, sinks down onto his lap, redistributes his weight and waits.
Arthur regains consciousness in a matter of seconds, instantly and unnervingly oriented, adrenaline kicking back in hard. His thighs tense, his fists curl, his eyes snap open.
This was fantastic! I loved the weaving of canon into it, the details Eames noticed and the choices he made based on them.
I like how Eames seems to be lost in their game, all the while analyzing it. I had distinct moments reading, thinking that if Eames is so non-plussed and a bit hostile towards the idea of Arthur and their strange relationship, why does he continue? But then I realized that he is infatuated. He's so very tender with his actions while being abrasive with his thoughts. All the cuddling and nuzzling he does, though he says it's a terrible habit or need he can't escape.
Oh, thank you so much for reading and taking the time to write down your thoughts. You always leave such detailed and considered comments. They never fail to make my day or week!
This Eames was hard to characterise. He was alternately detached and then in-Arthur's-space, abrasive and then fond. Idk, I imagined that he had spent so much of his life being independent, self-sufficient and a loner that the mere idea of becoming attached to someone was unnerving or, even, distasteful. I think Eames still thinks he can walk away from Arthur if he wanted to, though whether that is true remains to be seen. His actions certainly bely his words/thoughts! I also think Arthur is lot more switched-on than Eames is often willing to acknowledge. He's got it figured out :)
Thank you! I'm really pleased that you liked the pacing; I was worried about each segment being too short/fragmented.
Eames is certainly rather contradictory (or, perhaps, stubborn) in this story, which I imagine can be frustrating to read, so it's good to know that you found it all right.
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He straddles Arthur’s thighs, sinks down onto his lap, redistributes his weight and waits.
Arthur regains consciousness in a matter of seconds, instantly and unnervingly oriented, adrenaline kicking back in hard. His thighs tense, his fists curl, his eyes snap open.
Oh, boys.
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I like how Eames seems to be lost in their game, all the while analyzing it. I had distinct moments reading, thinking that if Eames is so non-plussed and a bit hostile towards the idea of Arthur and their strange relationship, why does he continue? But then I realized that he is infatuated. He's so very tender with his actions while being abrasive with his thoughts. All the cuddling and nuzzling he does, though he says it's a terrible habit or need he can't escape.
Well done!
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This Eames was hard to characterise. He was alternately detached and then in-Arthur's-space, abrasive and then fond. Idk, I imagined that he had spent so much of his life being independent, self-sufficient and a loner that the mere idea of becoming attached to someone was unnerving or, even, distasteful. I think Eames still thinks he can walk away from Arthur if he wanted to, though whether that is true remains to be seen. His actions certainly bely his words/thoughts! I also think Arthur is lot more switched-on than Eames is often willing to acknowledge. He's got it figured out :)
Ack, I'm getting carried away. Thank you, again!
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Eames is certainly rather contradictory (or, perhaps, stubborn) in this story, which I imagine can be frustrating to read, so it's good to know that you found it all right.
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That line! I have a soft spot for secrets being told whilst the other party is half-asleep/out of it :)
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