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yup, this blog’s dead. I won’t attempt another revamp considering I’ll probably end up dropping it due to lack of time or muse.
Eames was the one who introduced me to the RP side of Tumblr, so it does hurt me to let him go. It has been a great experience with y’all. Eames, you will always be my baby.
You can find me in my other blogs i.ii.iii
!! THIS BLOG IS OFFICIALLY INACTIVE !!
ROLL CALL !!
Michael Bronson | OC | FBI Agent/Vigilante | Active
Steve Rogers | Canon Character | Avenger | Active
Dante Hunt | OC | Witch | Semi-Active
Jonathan Eames | Canon Character | Forger | LOW Activity
[walks in slowly so no one hits me over the head with a frying pan]
...hi
Like A Bird On The Wire
Nightfall had flooded in like a whisper, filling the panes of every window with creeping tendrils of darkness that ebbed over the glass, those safely tucked away inside their homes ignorant to its arrival should they have so much as blinked. Buried in paperwork and fragments of research, Arthur had been among those surprised by its sudden appearance, squinting as his gaze rose to survey the darkness around him, pupils swelling in the absence of the autumn daylight that had grown so elusive.
6:51 pm
The straight black hands of the watch secured around his wrist informed him that he had missed his proper dinner hour almost entirely and the ache that had developed in the pit of his stomach was no longer wanting to be ignored, stomach acid churning inside his empty gut. He would need a salad, at least, perhaps the left over takeout he had stashed in the fridge a few days prior, and as he contemplated the prospects of his impending meal he made progress in separating himself from his desk to tend to his basic human requirements-
progress that was abruptly cut short by a knock on the door.
Not once, but twice in rapid succession that indicated the visitor had been sure of his destination; sure that the point man on the other side of the door would not only hear the strong knuckled tapping but be bound to answer it in the same efficient manner in which he did everything. His bony digits had found the handle of the sideboard drawer just the same, rummaging around in the carefully organized contents until they curled around the familiar barrel of his trusted Glock and when he’d secured it in the back of his belt, not bothering to conceal it beneath his shirt, he moved to the door, peering through the peephole.
Warped into a fish-eye perspective by the lens between the panels of wood stood a vision almost too ridiculous to be real, a display most certainly snagged from the frames of a campy crime thriller or a poorly executed pornography. Beaten and bloodied, color draining from his face, a familiar stranger had propped himself up in a manner that appeared nearly painful; bow-legs spread, hip jutted out to the side, thick fingers curled around it. A gash that was in need of stitches wrapped around the side of his head, bruising beginning to darken the bridge of his nose, and yet, to Arthur’s mild amusement, it appeared the wounded man had made some attempt at styling his hair, his sandy blond locks slicked into place with a bloody impromptu hair gel.
Eames.
“What did you do?” Arthur inquired accusingly, promptly pushing the door aside and beckoning the forger through it. The last thing he needed was any curious neighbors seeing someone in Eames’ state hanging about his front door. He didn’t wait for a response then, disappearing instead to the bathroom and returning moments later with a hefty medical kit.
“And why did you have to do it so close to my place of residence?” The furrow of his brow express his irritation, perhaps his well concealed worry, and he slipped a pair of latex gloves over his hands with a satisfying snap.
“Sit down- kitchen. Don’t need you passing out on the rug. Much harder to clean blood out of.”
There was something awfully comforting in seeing Arthur after so long. Yes, as strange as that seemed, - even to Eames - Arthur always radiated a certain kind of safety. That feeling deep in your gut the moment you knew you’d reached your safe place; whether your were actually welcome wasn’t important at the moment.
Eames was quick to smile in return to Arthur’s usual bitterness. From afar, he flirted with the sofa--already imagining how blissful it’d be if he could just sleep for only a few moments... Before he even had the chance to put said plan in motion, Arthur directed him elsewhere and since failing to comply would most likely result in him getting kicked out, Eames had no choice but to take one of the chairs near the kitchen table and just hope it would offer the same comfort as the sofa.
“Well, my love--” Eames began, shortly after realizing how painful speaking was with a chopped lip and a bitten tongue. “I thought you’d be glad to see me.” An intrigued eyebrow raised at the sight of Arthur’s medical kit. Letting him in was one thing but actually taking care of him? Mindblowing.
“I know I am...” Smiling was even more painful, but in all honesty, Arthur was worth the pain.
“I’m fine, I’m fine. Just projections, just getting shot. It’s part of the job, right?”
She was still shaking as she pulled out her PASIV line.
Eames was sitting nearby.
He always was when Ariadne used the PASIV. Months after the Fischer job and he’d grown fond of the girl--certainly an unexpected twist.
“You can’t keep doing that, love.”
He stood and walked closer, a hand cupping Ariadne’s to steady her grip on the needle. “You’re wearing yourself out, your mind can’t cope with the amount of work you’re dragging it through.”
Canon Appreciation !!
I know I’m late. I had fallen asleep, but I thought I would give it a go, and tell some of the canons I am basically obsessed with that they are absolutely wonderful! ( @rpnov )
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And if you’re on this list, this means I adore you. Like, even if we don’t rp head on, or even talk, I admire you and your craft because that’s just what I do. I get attached to people and characters and even though they don’t know me, I root for them quietly behind the screen because I’m usually very awkward and don’t know how to approach anyone. Just know your characters, your writing, and everything you do is absolutely amazing, and I for one, appreciate you.
Oh, and feel free to reblog if you wanna!
it hadn’t even occurred to him that eames would do the exact opposite of what he’d asked. he was busy, too busy to check. so when there was suddenly a car right next to him, he almost turned and shot it to bits. arthur flinched at a close shave, a deep scowl on his lips as he took two more shots before backing into the car. “Why can’t you just do as I say?!” he was shouting. he didn’t mean to. but he was. he was running on adrenaline and was more than a little upset. “Can you drive? If you’re hurt? Can you drive so that I can get these guys off our tail? Or do you need me to take over?” not that he was a good driver. honestly it was probably better if eames drove. at least until they were on the highway. he swore under his breath and took two more shots before deeming it good enough. there was a cry. he’d at least nicked one of them.
Eames had no time to respond to Arthur, so he simply didn’t bother. He pressed his foot on the gas and the car bolted away.
“Arthur--”
He mumbled, clutching his wounded side tightly against his torso, his other hand firmly wrapped around the steering wheel.
“Your safe house, is it far? ---I’m sure I will pass out sooner rather than later...”
“So you’d trust Vee to have your back?” He asked, a grin spreading on his face. The Russian had realized early on that he never dealt well with being bossed around, but he had to admit - there was something almost endearing about it when Eames did it. And there was something delightful about the deep scowl on his lips. The threat of taking care of him wasn’t all bad either. “No guns?,” Nikolai smirked at the man before flipping them both until he hovered over him, “and there I just thought of something that might help me sleep, Дорогой.”
“Of course I’d trust Vee, are you serious?” Eames was fairly surprised as Nikolai rolled him over, ending up on top of him with that sleepy yet no less thrilling smile on his lips. The Brit’s hand settled on the other’s hip, only for a moment before slowly dragging upwards, cupping the Russian’s cheek in a very endearing, loving manner. “We can do that later, love.” Eames murmured softly, his thumb caressing circles on Nikolai’s cheek. “But please do me a favor and sleep now?” He didn’t really waited for a response, instead wrapping an arm around Nikolai’s stomach and pulling him down, flat against Eames’ body. He softly kissed his temple and rolled to the side, curling close to the Russian. “For me?”
(ง •̀_•́)ง
{ Punch this punk || Accepting }
It was a sudden and definitely unexpected blow. He was simply minding his own business, sitting in a bar and just trying to have a drink in peace.
And then he was stumbling off his bar stool, barely managing to keep himself standingas he came back from the sudden shock.
That was when he spotted his attacker.He had no idea who he was, but he did seem quite young. Unfortunately for him,that was no excuse for his actions.
Eames lunged forward, grabbing the man’s neck and pushing him againsta nearby wall. After a punch--or two,he finally gave the other the chanceto speak.
“What the bloody hell are you on about, mate? Who the fuck sent you?”
“Well, if I don’t figure out those floorplans, I might leave that building in a body bag. I’m sure you wouldn’t want that Дорогой мой,” Nikolai answered as he was pulled closer, “besides - I might’ve been thinking about something else. We wouldn’t even have to leave this bed.” Grinning, he hooked a leg with the other’s, hand reaching out to draw circles above his waist. (To be fair, his seduction techniques had been better at some point. Maybe the lack of sleep was starting to affect him.) “There might’ve been a lot of whiskey too.” He had to admit, he often drank coffee just until it was time to get drunk. “But I could never say no to a home-cooked meal. Especially not from you.” The Russian grinned again, this time softer around the corners. “Eames - you wouldn’t.” Then again, he had learned early on that the man stuck to his word.
“Love, please...” Eames murmured softly, a hand traveling up to brush through Nikolai’s hair, resting down on his forearm after, to gently caress it. A scowl was left on his features. “You’re seriously going to tell me about all your bad decisions and expect me to not lock you in this house so I can take care of you?” Eames was pissed to say the least. He cared about Nikolai and that didn’t happen often. So seeing him go on about how he takes such terrible care of himself simply made Eames want to slap some sense into him. “That’s it. You’re going to sleep well and go back to work when I tell you to. I’ll even do the fucking job for you if I have to. But you’re not gonna do anything that involves guns while you’re like this. And that’s final.”
@dreamxcon
“ You understand that bribing a sworn officer of the law is illegal, right? ”
“Ain’t no harm in tryin’ though, right, officer?”
“If you weren’t stalking me, this wouldn’t be a problem.” safe houses were risky. lose one, lose them all. he had one, of course. it was a ways away though. arthur didn’t like having a vulnerability like that. clutching at eames a little more, arthur let out a long sigh, quietly making sure they ducked down a little more to avoid enemy fire and cross the street. “Let me get these assholes off our ass first and then we’ll talk about safe houses, alright?” that was a priority. getting away, getting them off their tail. so that he could take care of eames. he glanced over him again carefully. “Apply pressure please. If you pass out there’s no way I can fix you.” it was possible, of course, but arthur would rather not think about having to physically drag eames’ limp and unconscious body to a stolen car to get where he needed to go. to his safe house. on second thought… maybe it would be better if he was passed out when they made their way to safety.
“Arthur!”
Eames growled under his breath, placing a hand on Arthur’s thigh.
“Be careful--someone’s gotta patch me up.”
Eames did exactly what Arthur said... Well, at least for a little bit. Sitting there idly while Arthur tried his best to rescue them simply wasn’t an option.
What they needed right now was a way out.
It didn’t take him long to spot a nearby parked car. As fast as he could and with his head ducked, he managed to take cover behind it. He stood behind it, his elbow turning the passenger’s side window to pieces. Wasn’t adrenaline just wonderful?
He unlocked it and slid inside, somehow managing to crawl to the driver’s seat.
Honestly, Eames had stopped believing in any god years ago. But as he pulled on the visor and the keys just fell on his lap, he couldn’t help but thank god and all of his angels.
He started the car and put it on reverse, his shoulder giving him little to no mobility.
“GET IN!”
He yelled at Arthur as he stopped right next to him, bullets whistling past his window.
“Well perhaps if you didn’t insult the beautiful creature he wouldn’t feel the need to punish you.” leonardo couldn’t help but laugh, a loud and careless thing before he turned his attention back to the dragon. they’d always fascinated him, though he’d never had the opportunity to examine one up close. or at least not this close… “He is marvelous, isn’t he? May I– - I’m rather interested in flight– - Would it be alright if I took a closer look?” perhaps it was rather soon to be asking to examine a man’s dragon, but leonardo could hardly help himself. this was an opportunity and he would not be passing it up. not if he could help it.
“It’s up to him, really. As long as he’s up for it, I got no problem.”
Eames took a step to the side, his arms folding over his chest as he looked up at his companion. It seemed like they were communicating in some sort of silent language because a moment later, the dragon rider nodded at the man.
“You can go ahead but be cautious--Razzie’s has an obsession with keeping his wings clean.”
A cloud of thick, black smoke rolled out of the dragon’s nostrils as he moved forward, his wings spreading wide behind him. Slowly, he moved closer to the strange man, bringing a single wing forward on display.
therussianandthefinn:
Eames was right of course. He’d been running himself ragged, too little sleep, too many strenuous nights out working or spend with the other man. Nikolai almost hummed at the kiss to his cheek, a strangely tender gesture they rarely ever shared. Any forms of domesticity didn’t come easy to him. Even if he was tired however, staying still wasn’t something he did. Rolling himself over, Nikolai rested his head on his arm and watched Eames with a smirk. “You do know that I can think of at least a few things I’d rather do than sleep right now, Да?” Of course he couldn’t help the suggestive tone to his voice.
“I don’t remember asking you what you wanted to do. If I did, you’d probably run off to finish working.” Eames extended an arm toward Nikolai, pulling him closer by his waist. “The only thing you’re going to do is sleep. I’m going to cook something nice for you since I don’t suppose you’ve had anything other than coffee this week...” Eames’ tone was both judging and concerned. This was a side of him he rarely ever showed; the softer, kinder side.
He reached for the cover, pulling it over the Russian’s shoulder. “Go on then. I said I’ll sedate you--don’t make me keep that promise.”
therussianandthefinn:
Shaking his head, Nikolai merely chuckled at the answer. He wasn’t complaining, Eames could keep him up as long as he wanted, the Russian would survive. In the end, he’d had worse. As the man took the cup from his hands however, he raised an eyebrow. He’d need at least two more if he was going to have to function properly. Still he grinned up at the man, even as he took his arm to lead him along. “Dare I ask what you’ve got planned, love?” Nikolai asked as he followed him, sitting down on the bed without resisting. At the explanation however the man frowned for a moment. He could easily rest once his current job was over, but Eames did have a point. “Хорошо, Хорошо,” Nikolai finally answered, allowing the other man to pull of his shoes. “Just on one condition.” As Eames tried pushing him back onto the bed, he dragged him with him, pulling him flush against himself until he could nuzzle the side of his neck. “You stay. Deal?”
Eames stared down at the other man for a long moment, finally giving in with a long sigh. “You’re asking me like I could ever say no to you--” He smiled softly as he was kissing Nikolai’s cheek. He kicked off his shoes and slid under the covers, cuddling close behind the Russian.
With an arm loosely wrapped around his abdomen and a soft kiss on the shoulder, Eames whispered. “Sleep, darling. I promise I won’t move an inch.”
~ { { @therussianandthefinn || x } } ~
“It sure as hell ain’ my fault, if that’s what you’re implying!” Eames watched as Nikolai nonchalantly returned to work. He was literally about to fall apart and pass out right there, on that table and still he just wouldn’t give it up. “A’right, that’s enough.” He got up and removed the mug from Nikolai’s grip. Without even explaining, Eames took the man’s forearm and lead him to the bedroom, sitting him on the bed. “I swear to fuckin’ god, if you even think about work for the next 8-12 hours, I’ll sedate you.” He got on his knees and pulled off Nikolai’s shoes and socks and tossed them to the side. “Now go to sleep.” He basically ordered as he gently pushed the man back on the bed, reaching for the covers to tuck him in.
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“Maybe you shouldn’t talk so much.” dreaming bigger meant he had less control. at least in arthur’s opinion. yes he could dream up a rocket launcher if need be, but he wasn’t skilled enough to use one of those so quickly. so he stuck with things he was more familiar with. always. in real life more than anything. ah. a grenade. how nice. arthur couldn’t hide his scowl. much too flashy. the risk was greater, and the collateral damage was larger. overall not his style. reminded him too much of– - well he wasn’t going to get into that right now. arthur glanced over the barricade as the forger threw the explosive, waiting for impact with a deep frown. he didn’t have to wait long. arthur flinched as it went off. “Yeah, yeah I see. Get us fucking killed.” he glanced back, it was quick until he processed what he’d seen. “Shit– - Did it go all the way through?” arthur slinging the gun over his back and slipping to his knees to help pull eames up enough to get them out and away. the shock of the explosion should provide them with enough cover to get a safe distance. “C’mon. We gotta get out of here.”
Subconsciously keeping his arm tightly clenched to his side, Eames managed to stand with Arthur’s help.
“The bullet’s still inside--”
He stated, glancing down to the stain of blood that had began forming on his white shirt.
“I think my thick muscles are to blame. They’re basically tough as steel.”
It was a futile attempt to lighten the mood even though they were still running away from the scene, the sirens of the approaching cops getting closer by the second.
“We need a safehouse--please tell me you have a safehouse!”
What was he even going on about? Of course Arthur had a safehouse! Finding one was probably the first thing he’d done.
