30. now that it's raining more than ever, know that we'll still have each other

[mememaker]

HURT & COMFORT RP [EXPANDED]
Hurt/Comfort - Hurt/comfort is a fan fiction genre that involves the physical pain or emotional distress of one character, who is cared for by another character. The injury, sickness or other kind of hurt allows an exploration of the characters and their relationship.

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Arthur || Inception

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Arthur had been moving slowly towards the bedroom, wanting to remain nearby if Eames suddenly needed him, when he saw the dried blood still on Eames' skin. He moved back over to gently grab and tug on the forger's wrist to follow him.

He then led him to the bathroom and didn't waste anytime wetting a washcloth with warm water and then, after wringing it out some, turned to wipe off the dried blood for the other man.

The point man did all of this silently, not seeing any reason to try and distract either of them with idle chatter.

4 (You can pick what she's lost. RNG obviously think Arthur needs a disabled lover)

[a_gold_bishop]

Loss of hearing then (and yes, apparently it does. :| )

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Arthur knew the moment they woke up and Ariadne had looked at him, confused and saying "what?" more loudly than she had to in answer to his repeated question, that something was wrong.

The explosion had been in the dream so Arthur knew the ringing in his ears was just a trick of the mind from the dream. But Ariadne... she had been closest to it, hadn't she?

He had grabbed her by the hand and got her to follow him as their other team members scattered as they always did after waking up before their mark. When they were in the car, Arthur was snapping his fingers next to her ears, asking her, in a clear voice, "Can you hear that?"

poor Arthur ;;

[a_gold_bishop]

Ariadne knows what he's saying. She can read his lips quite clearly, but it's a jolt to realize she's only imagining his voice along with the words and not actually getting the sound with them.

She pales and shakes her head. "No. Not...not at all. Just reading your lips." She adds in case he takes her understanding the wrong way.

but it's good for him to get more in touch with his ~nurturing~ side

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Arthur sat back in his seat, looking at her and... just not believing this was happening. He scrubbed a hand down his face, trying to think of what to do.

Should he take her to the hospital? Get her hearing checked officially?

Or should he take her back to the hotel and wait for it to wear off? Maybe it was like acoustic trauma and she would eventually regain her hearing on her own (she had only been exposed to it in one short burst - and it was in a dream so it shouldn't be permanent...)?

He didn't know what to do for a moment. Eventually, he put the car into gear and drove them back to their hotel - he made sure to explain to her that if it doesn't wear off by tomorrow, he's taking her to the hospital.

Looking over at her when they were at a red light, "Unless you want to go now?"

Yes. Yes it is. XD

[a_gold_bishop]

She shrugs.

"No. Tomorrow is fine. I trust you." Now that it had been pointed out all she could notice was the silence, almost to complete distraction. She couldn't normally even work without some sort of background noise. It was usually the others working in the warehouse, or music from her headphones. This all encompassing silence was horrible.

She tried not to dwell on the fact that it could last.

8.

[a_silver_mirror]

Eames rolled to his side ignoring the sharp pains echoing all across his body as he spits the blood out of his mouth. Briefly, he thanks God that he didn't lose any teeth and that they were far more interested in making him talk about the Fischer job than damaging anything he needed to talk with.

Unfortunately, that meant he was suffering from at least two broken ribs that he could tell and a rather decent and growing puddle of blood where they had been taking his non-answers out of his flesh.

"Mighty grateful for your assistance, darling."

God, even breathing to speak hurt. He really hated those pound-of-flesh type torturers that kept their business booming in reality, but at least they hadn't known about his totem and it had stayed safe in his pocket.

8 (slightly AU Russia job?)

[point_twin]

He hadn't been fast enough.

His only luck was that Francesca had gotten away when the Russians had found him and Vinnie in Paraguay, so eventually Arthur would hear about Daniel's capture. In fact, the Russians didn't know which twin they had, so that had been their first order of business, was to try and beat it out of him.

Daniel hadn't told them. He'd endeavoured to ignore them, ignore Vinnie's screams (the other hit man would have done the same), to rise above the pain when they moved on to him and started punching, cutting; breaking his fingers, breaking his ribs.

He didn't know how long they'd been at Vin and then him. A couple of days, maybe.

They had been readying for kneecaps when whatever hostel they were holding him and Vinnie in had had it's door thrown open, the sharp crack of gunfire mowing down suited mobsters.

Daniel had laughed when he'd seen Francesca's grim face. He only laughed harder, tongue swelling from dehydration, when Arthur had followed her in, and then allowed himself to curl up where they'd lain him

(yes ;____; /SOB)

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Arthur had been in Cape Town, South Africa when he got the call from Francesca. His fears had been realized and he had set himself into motion without a second thought. Daniel would either be saved and the fuckers who had him killed - or he would be dead and Arthur would make sure whoever did it paid with their lives and then some.

He had met up with her not twenty-four hours later and tracking Daniel and Vinnie down had taken longer than storming the place.

He had made damn sure each mobster was dead - putting a bullet right into their brains or slitting their throat deeply beyond repair - before getting to Daniel, undoing his restraints and trying to get his attention.

A gentle hand to the part of a cheek that wasn't injured, voice breaking a little, "Dany. Dany, look at me, please."

( ;; )

[point_twin]

Francesca was going to her lover, which meant Arthur's attention would be all on Daniel. He had closed his eyes to laugh, but he quieted down when Arthur's hand cupped his cheek, opening them to look at Arthur.

Familiar brown eyes were hazy and unfocused, probably concussed, if not just glassy with pain.

"Art -" Daniel started, and then coughed, swallowed and tried to talk around his tongue, "Arthur. Wasn't fast enough. Mm." He raised one hand weakly, bumped it against a knee and let it fall (middle and index fingers broken, the rest unharmed.)

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Gentle fingers on his younger brother's hair, "You never could stay out of trouble, could you, Dany?" It was a gentle tease that came out sadder than Arthur had intended.

He whispered,swallowing hard, "I'll take care of you, little brother. Don't worry. I'll keep you safe."

[point_twin]

Daniel's eyes slipped closed, a smile curling up around his mouth. "M'the troublemaker," he agreed, leaning into the touch of Arthur's hand, then grimacing slightly. "I know you will. Gonna sleep now, okay?"

And, mumbling and trailing off, Daniel slipped into unconsciousness, knowing Arthur would protect him.