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angelgazing) wrote2010-09-26 04:42 am
angelgazing) wrote2010-09-26 04:42 am
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everybody is so make believe
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.
"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.
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I am so ashamed!
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."
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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!
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Ah, thank you. I'm just... going to go hide now.
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"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.
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Look at all these animal metaphors you are reducing me to. :D
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:DDDD