everybody is so make believe

[angelgazing]

I can't even believe I just wrote this.


"Honestly, Arthur," Mal says, in the middle of an underarm turn out of a promenade, "you have such a type."

Eames is leading his partner though a Viennese Waltz. They're in closed position, and Eames' posture is perfect.

Arthur can't really deny Mal's claim, because his mouth is suddenly very dry.





I am going to be shunned so hard by anyone and everyone who knows anything about dance. OMG.

Comments

[aredblush.livejournal.com]

♥______________♥

That is all.

[angelgazing.livejournal.com]

IT IS TO MOST RIDICULOUS. I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH IT. I... literally have no idea where to take it next. ::hands::

[aredblush.livejournal.com]

I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU DO WITH IT! Seriously, you could write bits an pieces that make absolutely no sense, slap them together and I would be happy! :D

[angelgazing.livejournal.com]

I DON'T KNOW, OKAY, THAT MAY ACTUALLY BE ALL YOU GET. /o\

[aredblush.livejournal.com]

I DON'T SEE THE PROBLEM!

[angelgazing.livejournal.com]

IT WILL FAIL TO BE WORTHY OF THE ART YOU DREW TO EARN IT IS THE PROBLEM. /o\

[aredblush.livejournal.com]

NONSENSE! IT WILL BE GLORIOUS!

[angelgazing.livejournal.com]

I DOUBT THIS VERY MUCH. VERY, VERY MUCH.

[aredblush.livejournal.com]

DON'T GIVE ME THE SAD RDJ ICON! I HEREBY BANISH YOUR DOUBTS! THEY WON'T BE ALLOWED ANYWHERE NEAR YOUR WRITING! THARDY'S LOOK OF INTENSE WILL KEEP THEM AWAY!

[angelgazing.livejournal.com]

NO? NO SAD RDJ? HOW ABOUT A POUTY BDEN? WILL THAT WORK BETTER FOR YOU?


Mmmm THARDY can look all intense at me anytime he likes though. *gets distracted*

[aredblush.livejournal.com]

OH PLEASE, SMILING SPENCER CAN BEAT POUTY BDEN ANYTIME!

Get in line

[angelgazing.livejournal.com]

I bet he does, constantly. He's like: *SMILES* cheer up, emo kid! Now you can do ALL the guitar parts!!! And Bden is like: ... Alright, but I want a beer. And then Spencer gets him one and they CONTINUE TO NOT GIVE ME NEW MUSIC. Assholes.

HOW ABOUT A SULKY PUCK, CAN HE BEAT THAT?

I've BEEN in line.

[aredblush.livejournal.com]

I'm pretty sure that is canon. ESPECIALLY THE NO MUSIC PART. What's up with that? >:(

KURT SAYS YOU CAN DO BETTER!

It's not your turn yet :P

[angelgazing.livejournal.com]

EVIL. EVIL is what is up with that! They want to cause us pain!

I AM OUT OF REALLY SULKY ICONS, SO JUST KNOW THAT JON STEWART DOUBTS KURT'S CLAIM A LOT.

Whyyy? Why can't it be my turn now? I've been waiting so long.

[aredblush.livejournal.com]

They are so MEAN!

NOBODY DOES DOUBTING LIKE JGL DOES

I don't know, this queue is freaking long! Look, wanna play Go Fish while we wait? I've brought a deck of cards

[angelgazing.livejournal.com]

DAMMIT. I KEEP GETTING DISTRACTED BY THE CURLS. CUUURLS. HI, HI, JOE'S CURLS, YOU'RE REALLY PRETTY.

Go Fish sounds like an excellent plan! Do you have any 8s?

[aredblush.livejournal.com]

NOW LOOK AT HIS HANDS!

Go fish! :P

[jibrailis.livejournal.com]

NEED MORE NOW.

I am so ashamed!

[angelgazing.livejournal.com]

"Sure you belong here, mate?" a voice behind him asks, before his exhaustion can answer the first question without his permission. "Junior division is down the hall and to the left."

Arthur turns slowly, his eyebrow raised. He resists the urge to sigh—barely—because it's so typical of the gorgeous ones to make Arthur want to punch them before a conversation can even start. "Oh, I'm sure," he says, failing spectacularly at the attempt to not make it sound like he'd rather be eating shards of glass on a freak show trail. There is a chorus of nervous, twittering laughter. Arthur knows himself well enough to know that, if anything, his expression darkens.

The guy just grins. He's got crinkly eyes, and stupid, crooked teeth, and Arthur hates him on sight just on principle of how much all he can think about is all the filthy sex they could have had, if only he hadn't spoken. His mouth is absolutely pornographic, and Arthur's poor, sleep-deprived brain gets caught there for a second too long.

"Even better for me," the mouth says, still curled upwards. He holds out his hand, and Arthur, reluctantly, shakes it. "Eames, by the way."

Re: I am so ashamed!

[jibrailis.livejournal.com]

!!!!!

You are the worst kind of crack dealer. This is so intriguing and delightful, and of course Arthur would jump Eames immediately if Eames hadn't opened his mouth. ahahaha, wonderful!

Re: I am so ashamed!

[angelgazing.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry! I don't mean to be a crack dealer! It just sort of happens... Hahaha Eames totally cockblocks himself by speaking! You'd think he'd learn, but he never seems to.

Ah, thank you. I'm just... going to go hide now.

Re: I am so ashamed!

[jibrailis.livejournal.com]

You can't hide! I will just chase you down like a lemming, quacking "more? more? more?" until you throw fic at me to shut me up. ♥

Re: I am so ashamed!

[angelgazing.livejournal.com]

Bwah! If only I had something worth actually offering right now.

"Well, Arthur," Eames says, rolling Arthur's name around in his mouth obscenely. Arthur is not impressed, but he can't speak for his dick in the matter. "It is quite the pleasure to meet you."

Arthur snorts. Eames looks confused at everyone else. "Sure," he says, and shrugs his duffle bag higher on his shoulder.

Eames taps the fingers of his left hand against an almost empty water bottle that Arthur had just noticed. He's not dressed for the occasion, except in the loosest of terms. He's got on navy blue yoga pants, a yellow t-shirt that declares his intention to explain through interpretive dance, and tennis shoes.

"Are you sure you belong here?" Arthur asks, because apparently the airline lost his brain to mouth filter.

Luckily, Eames just grins. "Suspicious, aren't you?"

It's a fair assessment. Arthur shrugs, and maybe nods a little bit. Maybe.

Re: I am so ashamed!

[jibrailis.livejournal.com]

*claps like a seal*

Look at all these animal metaphors you are reducing me to. :D

Re: I am so ashamed!

[angelgazing.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I totally had to look up what a lemming actually was, when you said you would be quacking like one. Animal metaphors are difficult! Who knew!

:DDDD