everybody dance now

[angelgazing]

I AM DONE WITH FINALS NOW. DONE, DONE, DONE. DOOONE.

I haven't actually looked at my f-list in something like four days, and I'm so behind on emails and comments, and I'm sorry that I fail at all the things (Except Programming! I do not fail at that! SO EXCITED, OH GOD.) but I will do my best to catch up soon, guys, I promise! Unfortunately, I'm at like skip=280 right now and still nowhere near caught up so that's... probably not going to happen because I am the failiest fail to ever fail. I AM SORRY, GUYS, TELL ME WHAT I MISSED, PLEASE.

Now the options for the rest of the night are 1) catch up on comments or 2) write something.


THIS IS A HARD CHOICE FOR ME, YOU GUYS. INPUT? THOUGHTS?

Comments

whatever, apparently it's all catholic boarding school au all the time up in here

[angelgazing.livejournal.com]

Eames sheds when he gets into their room. His jacket is soggy when he drops it on the floor, and Arthur spares half a thought to wondering if it's ever going to stop raining, or if they should be gathering animals and building a boat.

He wants to reach for Eames, but he can't yet. First Eames has to struggle out of his tie, the knot difficult from the weather and how tight he'd tied it that morning, like if the knot was small and close enough to his throat nothing could get in. He's probably been halfway to choking all day, but it wouldn't do to loosen it.

Arthur takes off his shoes and socks, while Eames adds to his ever growing collection of wet clothing. Arthur takes off his jacket, and rolls up his sleeves, but Eames strips down every way he can.

Eames gets naked like he's stepping out of costume. His Jock Smile slides off like stage makeup. His shoulders slump, and it's all Arthur can do not to call scene.

Eames gets naked, and then pushes against Arthur like he can crawl inside. His fingers are fucking freezing, and shaking, and he presses them under Arthur's shirt, presses Arthur against the door, and Arthur can't help but put a palm to the back of Eames' neck and say, "Welcome back."

It could be another fight. It should be another fight, but Eames just snorts into the curve of Arthur's shoulder and shivers against him, mouth forming words Arthur can't catch.

"Come on," Arthur says finally, just this side of too soft, nudging Eames toward his bed with his hips. It's the first thing Eames has done easily in days.

Eames kisses him, sloppy and slow, while Arthur pulls the blankets up around his shoulders and then wraps around him. And Arthur's not really comfortable, because he's still wearing his uniform and it's seen better--sunnier--days, but it'll do.

"Arthur," Eames says against his mouth. "Arthur--"

Arthur smiles, and hooks their fingers together, and they miss dinner completely, but stale potato chips are worth the nap, and the relaxed hold of Eames' shoulders afterward.

Re: whatever, apparently it's all catholic boarding school au all the time up in here

[delires.livejournal.com]

This is...so perfect.

I can't even. It is so tender and wonderful and evocative. I am legit a bit in awe right now.

Eames gets naked like he's stepping out of costume. His Jock Smile slides off like stage makeup. His shoulders slump, and it's all Arthur can do not to call scene.

SO PERFECT. *bows down to you*

Re: whatever, apparently it's all catholic boarding school au all the time up in here

[moleskinned.livejournal.com]

SIGHS OF HAPPINESS. this is so so so lovely. <3