inception itunes drabble meme!
1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabble related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it’s over. No lingering afterwards!
4. Do ten of these, then post them.
1. Eames, Eames/Arthur, inception.
2. Done.
3. Doing it…
4. Hold on! Let me do it!
1. Leaving On A Jet Plane, Peter Paul and Mary
Eames wants to hold Arthur. Put his hand on the small of Arthur’s back feeling the warmth Arthur has to offer seeping through the thin USMC shirt and the other entangled in Arthur’s rare loose locks, free of the regulated military stiffness it usually holds.
He wants to so very much hold Arthur as if he’d never let him go... but he can’t. This is an American air force base, with other soldiers saying good-bye to friends and lovers so he just grips his duffle tighter and decides to avoid Arthur’s gaze as much as he can.
“I guess this is it, love,” Eames says as he looks to his feet then the small plane where the rest of Eames’ SAS team members were boarding.
“It?” Arthur asks. Eames turns to Arthur and Arthur, damn Arthur is so damn beautiful. Dark locks curling at his nape, against the soft pale skin that Eames had tasted the night before and Arthur’s lips full and so plush. The dawn light making his eyes look like the perfect brew of tea.
‘Of course,’ Eames sulks at himself, ‘I’m going to compare Arthur to a perfect cuppa tea.’
“I’m going back to England, and you’re going back to that damn dream project. We’re probably never going to see each other again, Arthur,” Eames says studying Arthur’s facial expression as he says the words calmly and slightly cold. So when Arthur smiles softly and looks away from Eames as if trying to hold in a laugh.
“You’re so stupid,” Arthur says as he shakes his head and looks down at his hands, “So fucking utterly stupid.”
“And why is that, Arthur?” Eames says shifting the weight of his legs, licking his lips in anticipation to Arthur’s answer.
Arthur looks up at Eames and gives an open smile.
“I can’t feel this way about you for us to just have the last couple months together. We cannot feel about each other the way we do just for us to have this and end it there,” Arthur takes a step closer but makes no other movement.
“I can’t love you this much for us to just leave it here. I can’t. I won’t.”
Eames looks at Arthur in what he must think is comical at the way Arthur laughs at him a second later and continues.
“So yes. I can’t hold you right now, or kiss you dramatically away Mr. Eames, and yes. You are leaving on a plane and I don’t know when I’ll see you again, but… but I know I’m going to see you again some how,” Arthur says.
“H-how can you be so sure?” Eames asks his voice dry and husky, “How do you know that we’ll see each other again, Arthur?”
“Because I believe in destiny and fate. I believe in that we’re meant to be… as cheesy as that sounds,” Arthur says smiling and blushing slightly. He laughs and shakes his head again and looks back up at Eames and says,
“Because I believe in us.”
2. Geek In Pink, Jason Mraz (fuck I love this song so hard core. Its my ringtone …well for some of my friends)
Eames is grumbling and muttering to himself when he bumps into the stick in the mud. Its only 8:20 in the morning and he hasn’t had any kind of caffeine at all. His favorite pink shirt was chewed on by his damn dog while he was sleeping and he didn’t understand why in the world they had to have a damn company meeting so damn early.
Eames was on his way to his office to tell his assistant Yusef that he needed at least 5 cups of hard brewed Earl Grey and to add whiskey in them when he turned the corner and bumped into a finely dressed man.
The man Eames had bumped into, the so called stick in the mud, happened to be a man no older than 30 who was dressed to impress. A slick well fitting suit with a thin tie, his hair styled back to be out of his face which wore a serious expression.
“I… sor… wait. What is a man like you doing at a company like this?” Eames stutters from an apology to ‘what the hell’. The man just raises an eyebrow.
“Is that how you greet everyone you meet, Mr. Eames or just company auditors?”
“Auditor?”
“Yes. Mr. Saito has sent me to audit your performance, Mr. Eames and the development for the next line of games that will be released next fall.”
“Saito?”
“Yes, Mr. Eames” the stick in the mud confirmed as he digs into his inner pocket in his suit jacket and pulls out his blackberry and starts to furiously text.
“I… I’m sorry is that why theres a bloody meeting at bloody 8 in the damn morning today?”
The stick in the mud looks up from his blackberry and quirks a brow and looks up and down at Eames, who wore his lean torn and worn jeans, his other pink shirt that had a the JELLY BELLY logo pressed onto it.
“Do you usually wear this attire to every meeting, Mr. Eames?” the stick in the mud said with obvious distaste.
“Yes. This is a video game company, not… wherever you work, love,” Eames says folding his arms defensively trying not to roll his eyes with his obvious distaste for the auditor.
“Arthur,” the stick in the mud said.
“What?”
“My name, Mr. Eames is not love, or whatever negative name you’ve come up to call me in your head. My name is Arthur and meeting starts in 15. Please try to switch to a close toed shoe,” Arthur says as he glances down at Eames’ rainbow sandals with an expression Eames can only place as, ‘BURN IT! BURN IT!!’, and with that Arthur-stick in the mud- auditor presses whatever message he was typing into his blackberry, tucks it back in his suit, turns around and leaves Eames standing stupid in the hallway.
“… wanker.”
3. Grindcore, she wrote, Errand Boy
Arthur doesn’t mean to fall in love with Eames- because Arthur likes things that are neat, defined, and orderly- which Eames is not. Eames is this odd mesh of messy, anarchy, and everything that is of hedonistic pleasure, but at the same time he’s fierce, smart, classy (when he wants to be) and so damn… well…
Its confusing for Arthur, he wants to not be in love with Eames, but the thought of it makes him hurt- he wants to hate Eames but he can’t and when he thinks that what he feels for Eames is just infatuation or temporary insanity, Eames does something that just…
Fireworks crackle several yards away. It’s the fourth of July and Ariadne decides it’s a great time to gather everyone and head to the beach. Eames is helping Ari and Yusef set their fireworks on and in seconds the rockets shoot up and draws sparkles in the dark sky. Arthur follows the smoky trails of the next few fireworks till he feels someone’s gaze on him. He looks towards the direction of the gaze to fine Eames standing several yards away watching Arthur with a gentle smile on his face.
Arthur doesn’t mean to fall in love with Eames, but he is.
And he’s going to be okay with that… one day.
4. Roll over Beethoven, ELO (electric light orchestra)
“What the fuck is this?!” Arthur exclaims after Eames borrows a nickel for the mini jukebox on their booth table.
“You don’t like E.L.O, Arthur? Shame,” Eames says as the speakers at the Johnny Rockets start to play a blues mesh with Beethoven’s 9th symphony.
“This song is a shame is what it is. Butchering Beethoven like that,” Arthur mutters as a perky girl comes and drops off their bugers, strawberry shake for Eames and their little plates of ketchup drawn in a happy face.
“This song was one of my favorite songs when I was in boarding school,” Eames said with a big smile, “it drove my roommate off the wall.”
“I can’t imagine why,” Arthur says and tries to stop himself from smiling back at Eames, but its impossible so Arthur just looks down at his burger and ignores Eames’ smile becoming bigger and the heat rising behind his ears.
When the atrocious song hits its instrumental break with its 80’s synthetic version of Beethoven’s 9th Arthur feels a nudge at his feet. He looks up from his plate and at Eames who has a mouth full of food who utterly fails to look innocent. Arthur glares at him as he feels Eames’ feet rise up past Arthur’s anklebone and the up the inside of Arthur’s calf.
“Oh, don’t act like you’re not enjoying yourself, Arthur- just roll over and admit defeat.”
“Never,” Arthur says, but he smiles anyways.
5. Blackout, Muse ( god, I fucking LOOOOVE this song) might make a oneshot based on this song~
Arthur is tired, he hasn’t slept or really eaten anything for the last two weeks. How could he?
The thing about dreams is that- they’re just dreams. None of it is ever real, unless its all you really have left. Dreams… and broken ones at that.
Eames was always such a big dreamer- he always wants to dream of something better for him and Arthur. Dream for the impossible to come true- not just the laws of physics but to really shoot for the stars, then beyond that; and Arthur always had Eames.
“Wake up? Please?” Arthur asks as he takes Eames’ hands to his lips and mutters his pleas into them, “Eames? Please? I promise to dream bigger from now on… please?”
“Please?”
6. If You See Kay, The Script
Eames’ isn’t sure where he is. He doesn’t really care either. A man appears in front of him.
“Who are you?”
“Does it matter who I am?” the man replies back, “Do you know who you are?”
“No… does that matter?”
“Yes.” Eames is confused. It doesn’t matter who this man is, but it matters who he is? Odd… odd way of thinking.
“Do you know where I am?”
“No.”
“Doesn’t that bother you?” the man asks.
“No… but there is something that bothers me,” Eames says remembering blurred images at the back of his head, of a smile- such a beautiful smile. Only smiling for him. Dark pools of rich brown, they’re sparkling there’s a kind of fire in them…
The man looks hopeful, “What-whats bothering you?”
“I can’t remember something… some one?”
“Yes?”
“And… he’s…”
“Yes?” the man asks his eyes sparkling with hope- sparkling… like the dark pools in his hazy memory- dark fire. Eames looks at the man- studies him, looks at him and drinks him in- something so familiar.
“What is it?” the man asks at Eames’ silence.
“He’s you,” then he pauses, “and I’m… me.”
“Yes,” the man says, as he releases his breath with a tired laugh, “Yes, Eames. You’re you.”
“How did I get here?”
7. The Heart Never Lies, McFly
When people see Eames they all have a different response out of him.
Some people love him, some people hate him to the point they want to kill him. Some people grow a fondness to him in a way they do for their favorite dessert, and some people grows a lust for him.
Then there are those who look up to Eames or constantly trying to compete with him, and there are those who ignore him completely, but everyone always, always, always tells Eames what they think of Eames. Whether they like him or not, they always feel the need to tell Eames their judgment on him.
Arthur just loves Eames- in everyway possible. Loves they way Eames does every little pet peeve Arthur loathes, to the way Eames drinks his coffee, and the way Eames always pretends that everyone’s judgment on him doesn’t hurt his feelings in the least.
Arthur doesn’t need to tell Eames how much he loves Eames, because according to Eames he sees it every time he looks into Arthur’s eyes.
8. If I Gave You My Life, Justin Nozuka
When Eames and Arthur first slept together, Arthur witnessed a whole new side of Eames and he doesn’t just mean ‘Eames in the bedroom’ side, but for the first time he saw Eames… shy. Unsure of himself.
“Arthur…” Eames whispered into his neck, “Arthur, can I…”
“Yes,” Arthur said wrapping his arms around Eames’ neck bringing him closer, “Just do it- don’t think.”
Eames smiles into Arthur’s shoulder then kisses back up to Arthur’s neck.
“You shouldn’t tell me that,” Eames said. Arthur cups Eames’ face so that he could look into Eames’ eyes, and once he does he looks deep into the dark grays and says,
“I’m giving you myself- so just say thank you and take it kindly, and open it gentle.”
9. We Can Try, Between The Trees
They’re both pissed off at each other- Arthur’s cheeks are flushed and his hair is dishelved from him pulling on his own hair out of frustration and Eames is uncharacteristically still, his eyes cold and steel like.
They’re both tired. Tired of being mad at each other.
“This is not what I want,” Arthur starts. He glances up at Eames sitting still on the couch glancing up at Arthur who stood by the window.
“I don’t want us to fight for stupid shit we’re not going to remember fighting for. I don’t want this new life to start or end or just… I don’t want our lives to be like this.”
Eames stays silent, then asks, “Think it was a mistake leaving the trade? Think we should still be working?”
“Do you want to?” Arthur asks, because if Eames wants to go back, Arthur will go back- he’ll go work with Eames and make do. He’ll try to make it work because he rather be a point man for the rest of his life, running away from the law, and corporations and losing the ability to dream if he can keep Eames in his life.
Eames though says, “no.”
“No,” Eames sighs and rubs his eyes and looks up at Arthur, “No I don’t want that life. I don’t want a life where I dream up things to make other people’s reality come true. I want a life where I can dream things for you and me, and make them come true.”
Arthur swallows the lump in his throat, and ignores the heat rising behind his eyes. Eames stands up and walks towards Arthur.
“I want a life where I want to dream great things with you,” Eames says quietly, its almost like a whisper. Eames’ big hands cup Arthur’s face and brings it closer to his and they kiss- so sweetly, apologetically, and gently. Arthur’s hands grip onto Eames’ wrists gently, and somewhere between the kiss and opening his eyes trails of tears made their way from Arthur’s eyes to his cheeks. Eames takes his thumbs and wipes them away.
“I… I want that too.” Arthur says making Eames smile, “But I’m… I’m not good at this sharing emotions thing, Eames. I’m not- but fuck…” Arthur ducks his head as more tears makes their way down his face.
“Fuck I’ll try- I promise,” Arthur says and Eames just takes Arthur into his arms and holds him.
“Shh… its okay, Darling. It’ll be okay. We can try.”
10. Fever, Michael Buble
Arthur’s seated at the best seat in the house. Ariadne and Dom is with him. They both take off their coats, but Arthur keeps his coat and hat on. He simply reaches in his breast pocket for his cigarettes. He takes on into his lips and gestures to Dom and Ari. They both take one and Dom shares his light.
“When’s your doll going to start singin’, Dom?” Ari asks after she orders a Champagne Martini for herself and two, two fingers of cognac for Arthur and Dom.
“She’ll be up soon,” Dom says leaning back into the booth. Arthur doesn’t say anything, he just takes his drink when it comes and looks over the brim of his at at the Bass player on stage.
The club is smoky and dark, the main source of light is the main spotlight hitting the pianist, bass player and the trumpet player. The trumpeter, and the pianist didn’t catch Arthur’s attention, but the bassist…
The bassist wore simple black slacks and black shit- his collar popped up with the first 2 buttons unbuttoned showing a sliver of that broad chest and edges of body ink. His sandy blondes glossed in the spot light teasing Arthur to want to run his fingers into the forest hair and just grip it tightly.
The ensemble players now change their tune to a new hot piano-bass piece.
“Mm, love this song,” Ari says as she takes in another drag, “Don’t you Arthur?”
Arthur takes another sip of his drink and drags his cigarette.
“Whats it called?”
“Fever.”
“Hows it go?”
“Never know how much I love you, never know how much I care. When you put your arms around me you give fever so hard to bare, you give me fever…” Ari sings along softly. Arthur listens half heartedly to Ari’s singing, and focus’ on the bassists, who looks up from this double bass and looks onto the crowd- and then just scans the room, making his way to Arthur and locks eyes with him.
Arthur couldn’t tell if the man’s eyes were dark blue or gray- the way the spot light hit him, made them look like fine sapphire, like the ones that Dom, Ari and Arthur conned in a heist 3 months back.
Arthur keeps looking at the bassist and the bassist smirks, making Arthur’s own lips curve upward. The bassist eyes’ give a twinkle like dark sapphire in firelight, and lips his obscenely fat red lips.
Arthur hears Ari sing the last of line of the song, "Fever, what a lovely way to burn."
The band stops playing as the club claps and they make room for Dom's bird to come out and sing and though out the whole stage transition Arthur keeps his eyes on the Bassist.
“So Arthur, you like it or not?” Ari asks, nudging her partner.
“Yea. I like it. It's...lovely.”
i think i'm super lucky that i kept hitting song i knew really well and LOVE so so much XD
hope you guys enjoyed that~
this was well... obviously not beta-ed sorry!
2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabble related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it’s over. No lingering afterwards!
4. Do ten of these, then post them.
1. Eames, Eames/Arthur, inception.
2. Done.
3. Doing it…
4. Hold on! Let me do it!
1. Leaving On A Jet Plane, Peter Paul and Mary
Eames wants to hold Arthur. Put his hand on the small of Arthur’s back feeling the warmth Arthur has to offer seeping through the thin USMC shirt and the other entangled in Arthur’s rare loose locks, free of the regulated military stiffness it usually holds.
He wants to so very much hold Arthur as if he’d never let him go... but he can’t. This is an American air force base, with other soldiers saying good-bye to friends and lovers so he just grips his duffle tighter and decides to avoid Arthur’s gaze as much as he can.
“I guess this is it, love,” Eames says as he looks to his feet then the small plane where the rest of Eames’ SAS team members were boarding.
“It?” Arthur asks. Eames turns to Arthur and Arthur, damn Arthur is so damn beautiful. Dark locks curling at his nape, against the soft pale skin that Eames had tasted the night before and Arthur’s lips full and so plush. The dawn light making his eyes look like the perfect brew of tea.
‘Of course,’ Eames sulks at himself, ‘I’m going to compare Arthur to a perfect cuppa tea.’
“I’m going back to England, and you’re going back to that damn dream project. We’re probably never going to see each other again, Arthur,” Eames says studying Arthur’s facial expression as he says the words calmly and slightly cold. So when Arthur smiles softly and looks away from Eames as if trying to hold in a laugh.
“You’re so stupid,” Arthur says as he shakes his head and looks down at his hands, “So fucking utterly stupid.”
“And why is that, Arthur?” Eames says shifting the weight of his legs, licking his lips in anticipation to Arthur’s answer.
Arthur looks up at Eames and gives an open smile.
“I can’t feel this way about you for us to just have the last couple months together. We cannot feel about each other the way we do just for us to have this and end it there,” Arthur takes a step closer but makes no other movement.
“I can’t love you this much for us to just leave it here. I can’t. I won’t.”
Eames looks at Arthur in what he must think is comical at the way Arthur laughs at him a second later and continues.
“So yes. I can’t hold you right now, or kiss you dramatically away Mr. Eames, and yes. You are leaving on a plane and I don’t know when I’ll see you again, but… but I know I’m going to see you again some how,” Arthur says.
“H-how can you be so sure?” Eames asks his voice dry and husky, “How do you know that we’ll see each other again, Arthur?”
“Because I believe in destiny and fate. I believe in that we’re meant to be… as cheesy as that sounds,” Arthur says smiling and blushing slightly. He laughs and shakes his head again and looks back up at Eames and says,
“Because I believe in us.”
2. Geek In Pink, Jason Mraz (fuck I love this song so hard core. Its my ringtone …well for some of my friends)
Eames is grumbling and muttering to himself when he bumps into the stick in the mud. Its only 8:20 in the morning and he hasn’t had any kind of caffeine at all. His favorite pink shirt was chewed on by his damn dog while he was sleeping and he didn’t understand why in the world they had to have a damn company meeting so damn early.
Eames was on his way to his office to tell his assistant Yusef that he needed at least 5 cups of hard brewed Earl Grey and to add whiskey in them when he turned the corner and bumped into a finely dressed man.
The man Eames had bumped into, the so called stick in the mud, happened to be a man no older than 30 who was dressed to impress. A slick well fitting suit with a thin tie, his hair styled back to be out of his face which wore a serious expression.
“I… sor… wait. What is a man like you doing at a company like this?” Eames stutters from an apology to ‘what the hell’. The man just raises an eyebrow.
“Is that how you greet everyone you meet, Mr. Eames or just company auditors?”
“Auditor?”
“Yes. Mr. Saito has sent me to audit your performance, Mr. Eames and the development for the next line of games that will be released next fall.”
“Saito?”
“Yes, Mr. Eames” the stick in the mud confirmed as he digs into his inner pocket in his suit jacket and pulls out his blackberry and starts to furiously text.
“I… I’m sorry is that why theres a bloody meeting at bloody 8 in the damn morning today?”
The stick in the mud looks up from his blackberry and quirks a brow and looks up and down at Eames, who wore his lean torn and worn jeans, his other pink shirt that had a the JELLY BELLY logo pressed onto it.
“Do you usually wear this attire to every meeting, Mr. Eames?” the stick in the mud said with obvious distaste.
“Yes. This is a video game company, not… wherever you work, love,” Eames says folding his arms defensively trying not to roll his eyes with his obvious distaste for the auditor.
“Arthur,” the stick in the mud said.
“What?”
“My name, Mr. Eames is not love, or whatever negative name you’ve come up to call me in your head. My name is Arthur and meeting starts in 15. Please try to switch to a close toed shoe,” Arthur says as he glances down at Eames’ rainbow sandals with an expression Eames can only place as, ‘BURN IT! BURN IT!!’, and with that Arthur-stick in the mud- auditor presses whatever message he was typing into his blackberry, tucks it back in his suit, turns around and leaves Eames standing stupid in the hallway.
“… wanker.”
3. Grindcore, she wrote, Errand Boy
Arthur doesn’t mean to fall in love with Eames- because Arthur likes things that are neat, defined, and orderly- which Eames is not. Eames is this odd mesh of messy, anarchy, and everything that is of hedonistic pleasure, but at the same time he’s fierce, smart, classy (when he wants to be) and so damn… well…
Its confusing for Arthur, he wants to not be in love with Eames, but the thought of it makes him hurt- he wants to hate Eames but he can’t and when he thinks that what he feels for Eames is just infatuation or temporary insanity, Eames does something that just…
Fireworks crackle several yards away. It’s the fourth of July and Ariadne decides it’s a great time to gather everyone and head to the beach. Eames is helping Ari and Yusef set their fireworks on and in seconds the rockets shoot up and draws sparkles in the dark sky. Arthur follows the smoky trails of the next few fireworks till he feels someone’s gaze on him. He looks towards the direction of the gaze to fine Eames standing several yards away watching Arthur with a gentle smile on his face.
Arthur doesn’t mean to fall in love with Eames, but he is.
And he’s going to be okay with that… one day.
4. Roll over Beethoven, ELO (electric light orchestra)
“What the fuck is this?!” Arthur exclaims after Eames borrows a nickel for the mini jukebox on their booth table.
“You don’t like E.L.O, Arthur? Shame,” Eames says as the speakers at the Johnny Rockets start to play a blues mesh with Beethoven’s 9th symphony.
“This song is a shame is what it is. Butchering Beethoven like that,” Arthur mutters as a perky girl comes and drops off their bugers, strawberry shake for Eames and their little plates of ketchup drawn in a happy face.
“This song was one of my favorite songs when I was in boarding school,” Eames said with a big smile, “it drove my roommate off the wall.”
“I can’t imagine why,” Arthur says and tries to stop himself from smiling back at Eames, but its impossible so Arthur just looks down at his burger and ignores Eames’ smile becoming bigger and the heat rising behind his ears.
When the atrocious song hits its instrumental break with its 80’s synthetic version of Beethoven’s 9th Arthur feels a nudge at his feet. He looks up from his plate and at Eames who has a mouth full of food who utterly fails to look innocent. Arthur glares at him as he feels Eames’ feet rise up past Arthur’s anklebone and the up the inside of Arthur’s calf.
“Oh, don’t act like you’re not enjoying yourself, Arthur- just roll over and admit defeat.”
“Never,” Arthur says, but he smiles anyways.
5. Blackout, Muse ( god, I fucking LOOOOVE this song) might make a oneshot based on this song~
Arthur is tired, he hasn’t slept or really eaten anything for the last two weeks. How could he?
The thing about dreams is that- they’re just dreams. None of it is ever real, unless its all you really have left. Dreams… and broken ones at that.
Eames was always such a big dreamer- he always wants to dream of something better for him and Arthur. Dream for the impossible to come true- not just the laws of physics but to really shoot for the stars, then beyond that; and Arthur always had Eames.
“Wake up? Please?” Arthur asks as he takes Eames’ hands to his lips and mutters his pleas into them, “Eames? Please? I promise to dream bigger from now on… please?”
“Please?”
6. If You See Kay, The Script
Eames’ isn’t sure where he is. He doesn’t really care either. A man appears in front of him.
“Who are you?”
“Does it matter who I am?” the man replies back, “Do you know who you are?”
“No… does that matter?”
“Yes.” Eames is confused. It doesn’t matter who this man is, but it matters who he is? Odd… odd way of thinking.
“Do you know where I am?”
“No.”
“Doesn’t that bother you?” the man asks.
“No… but there is something that bothers me,” Eames says remembering blurred images at the back of his head, of a smile- such a beautiful smile. Only smiling for him. Dark pools of rich brown, they’re sparkling there’s a kind of fire in them…
The man looks hopeful, “What-whats bothering you?”
“I can’t remember something… some one?”
“Yes?”
“And… he’s…”
“Yes?” the man asks his eyes sparkling with hope- sparkling… like the dark pools in his hazy memory- dark fire. Eames looks at the man- studies him, looks at him and drinks him in- something so familiar.
“What is it?” the man asks at Eames’ silence.
“He’s you,” then he pauses, “and I’m… me.”
“Yes,” the man says, as he releases his breath with a tired laugh, “Yes, Eames. You’re you.”
“How did I get here?”
7. The Heart Never Lies, McFly
When people see Eames they all have a different response out of him.
Some people love him, some people hate him to the point they want to kill him. Some people grow a fondness to him in a way they do for their favorite dessert, and some people grows a lust for him.
Then there are those who look up to Eames or constantly trying to compete with him, and there are those who ignore him completely, but everyone always, always, always tells Eames what they think of Eames. Whether they like him or not, they always feel the need to tell Eames their judgment on him.
Arthur just loves Eames- in everyway possible. Loves they way Eames does every little pet peeve Arthur loathes, to the way Eames drinks his coffee, and the way Eames always pretends that everyone’s judgment on him doesn’t hurt his feelings in the least.
Arthur doesn’t need to tell Eames how much he loves Eames, because according to Eames he sees it every time he looks into Arthur’s eyes.
8. If I Gave You My Life, Justin Nozuka
When Eames and Arthur first slept together, Arthur witnessed a whole new side of Eames and he doesn’t just mean ‘Eames in the bedroom’ side, but for the first time he saw Eames… shy. Unsure of himself.
“Arthur…” Eames whispered into his neck, “Arthur, can I…”
“Yes,” Arthur said wrapping his arms around Eames’ neck bringing him closer, “Just do it- don’t think.”
Eames smiles into Arthur’s shoulder then kisses back up to Arthur’s neck.
“You shouldn’t tell me that,” Eames said. Arthur cups Eames’ face so that he could look into Eames’ eyes, and once he does he looks deep into the dark grays and says,
“I’m giving you myself- so just say thank you and take it kindly, and open it gentle.”
9. We Can Try, Between The Trees
They’re both pissed off at each other- Arthur’s cheeks are flushed and his hair is dishelved from him pulling on his own hair out of frustration and Eames is uncharacteristically still, his eyes cold and steel like.
They’re both tired. Tired of being mad at each other.
“This is not what I want,” Arthur starts. He glances up at Eames sitting still on the couch glancing up at Arthur who stood by the window.
“I don’t want us to fight for stupid shit we’re not going to remember fighting for. I don’t want this new life to start or end or just… I don’t want our lives to be like this.”
Eames stays silent, then asks, “Think it was a mistake leaving the trade? Think we should still be working?”
“Do you want to?” Arthur asks, because if Eames wants to go back, Arthur will go back- he’ll go work with Eames and make do. He’ll try to make it work because he rather be a point man for the rest of his life, running away from the law, and corporations and losing the ability to dream if he can keep Eames in his life.
Eames though says, “no.”
“No,” Eames sighs and rubs his eyes and looks up at Arthur, “No I don’t want that life. I don’t want a life where I dream up things to make other people’s reality come true. I want a life where I can dream things for you and me, and make them come true.”
Arthur swallows the lump in his throat, and ignores the heat rising behind his eyes. Eames stands up and walks towards Arthur.
“I want a life where I want to dream great things with you,” Eames says quietly, its almost like a whisper. Eames’ big hands cup Arthur’s face and brings it closer to his and they kiss- so sweetly, apologetically, and gently. Arthur’s hands grip onto Eames’ wrists gently, and somewhere between the kiss and opening his eyes trails of tears made their way from Arthur’s eyes to his cheeks. Eames takes his thumbs and wipes them away.
“I… I want that too.” Arthur says making Eames smile, “But I’m… I’m not good at this sharing emotions thing, Eames. I’m not- but fuck…” Arthur ducks his head as more tears makes their way down his face.
“Fuck I’ll try- I promise,” Arthur says and Eames just takes Arthur into his arms and holds him.
“Shh… its okay, Darling. It’ll be okay. We can try.”
10. Fever, Michael Buble
Arthur’s seated at the best seat in the house. Ariadne and Dom is with him. They both take off their coats, but Arthur keeps his coat and hat on. He simply reaches in his breast pocket for his cigarettes. He takes on into his lips and gestures to Dom and Ari. They both take one and Dom shares his light.
“When’s your doll going to start singin’, Dom?” Ari asks after she orders a Champagne Martini for herself and two, two fingers of cognac for Arthur and Dom.
“She’ll be up soon,” Dom says leaning back into the booth. Arthur doesn’t say anything, he just takes his drink when it comes and looks over the brim of his at at the Bass player on stage.
The club is smoky and dark, the main source of light is the main spotlight hitting the pianist, bass player and the trumpet player. The trumpeter, and the pianist didn’t catch Arthur’s attention, but the bassist…
The bassist wore simple black slacks and black shit- his collar popped up with the first 2 buttons unbuttoned showing a sliver of that broad chest and edges of body ink. His sandy blondes glossed in the spot light teasing Arthur to want to run his fingers into the forest hair and just grip it tightly.
The ensemble players now change their tune to a new hot piano-bass piece.
“Mm, love this song,” Ari says as she takes in another drag, “Don’t you Arthur?”
Arthur takes another sip of his drink and drags his cigarette.
“Whats it called?”
“Fever.”
“Hows it go?”
“Never know how much I love you, never know how much I care. When you put your arms around me you give fever so hard to bare, you give me fever…” Ari sings along softly. Arthur listens half heartedly to Ari’s singing, and focus’ on the bassists, who looks up from this double bass and looks onto the crowd- and then just scans the room, making his way to Arthur and locks eyes with him.
Arthur couldn’t tell if the man’s eyes were dark blue or gray- the way the spot light hit him, made them look like fine sapphire, like the ones that Dom, Ari and Arthur conned in a heist 3 months back.
Arthur keeps looking at the bassist and the bassist smirks, making Arthur’s own lips curve upward. The bassist eyes’ give a twinkle like dark sapphire in firelight, and lips his obscenely fat red lips.
Arthur hears Ari sing the last of line of the song, "Fever, what a lovely way to burn."
The band stops playing as the club claps and they make room for Dom's bird to come out and sing and though out the whole stage transition Arthur keeps his eyes on the Bassist.
“So Arthur, you like it or not?” Ari asks, nudging her partner.
“Yea. I like it. It's...lovely.”
i think i'm super lucky that i kept hitting song i knew really well and LOVE so so much XD
hope you guys enjoyed that~
this was well... obviously not beta-ed sorry!