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we’re on the move!

i’ve tried so hard to keep this blog active because i love him. but unfortunately no matter how hard i try i just can’t do it. and my own sanity is starting to suffer. so! he’s moving to a whole new multi-muse with a couple other blogs that i run. we would love it if you joined us HERE. nothing is going to change. all the threads, all the relationships, EVERYTHING is going to remain the same. i’m just moving everything over there. if you do reply to threads please mention us there at the new blog so i won’t lose any threads. we’d love to see you there and we’d love to keep writing with you!

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we’re on the move!

i’ve tried so hard to keep this blog active because i love him. but unfortunately no matter how hard i try i just can’t do it. and my own sanity is starting to suffer. so! he’s moving to a whole new multi-muse with a couple other blogs that i run. we would love it if you joined us HERE. nothing is going to change. all the threads, all the relationships, EVERYTHING is going to remain the same. i’m just moving everything over there. if you do reply to threads please mention us there at the new blog so i won’t lose any threads. we’d love to see you there and we’d love to keep writing with you!

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&&. arthur // somnasin

“It’s certainly consistent.” Arthur straightened, rolling his shoulder. He’d hit the door running in their haste to escape. It was a fresh bruise in the making; Arthur felt it ache as he stretched, but at least he hadn’t been shot. Well, to speak for himself, at least. He shot Eames a cursory once-over, eyebrows raised –

And blanched. 

Christ. Was he stupid? Struck speechless, Arthur wet his lips, dark eyes darting across his face.

“.–Oh. Eames….”

"It is." A smirk pulled at his lips as he looked at Arthur. He knew the other had smacked the door and knew that the bruise would be forming already. In all honesty, they'd been lucky. Neither of them had been shot and while Arthur was shooting him quite the gaze, it was better than it could've been. A few more moments later and they would've ended up shot and in more pain than they already were. But that wasn't the problem.

Eames had bared part of his soul and looking at him he wondered if the other would finally realise it. He knew it wouldn't make things awkward between them. He was a professional and could bury it down deep. But if things were reciprocated?

"Finally realised it, hmm?"

[tomhardygallery]

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&&. my heart my addiction // kingofdirtandnothing

“No.”

Tony swallows, and it’s the same kind of vertigo that he feels when he’s standing on the helicopter pad on top of his building. He doesn’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing, but he’s feeling it. 

“You-” Give him a second here, Eames. He’s trying. But he wasn’t exactly raised with the best emotional support system.

“You know I-”

"Good."

He hadn't thought they were, but things between them were never normal. They tended to have extreme highs and lows, and the lows were the hardest for them to come back from. But there they were and Eames didn't want to be anywhere else. Feelings may not have been them but he knew.

"I know." And he did. Emotions weren't either of their strong suits and yet he knew. He could see it each and every time he looked at Tony, and this time was no different.

Instead of waiting for an answer, Eames just took Tony's hand and squeezed. Maybe it would tell him everything words couldn't.

[tomhardygallery]

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&&. home is where my heart is // tellarealstory

     the farm is still in his name and he’s got more than enough from his dad’s estate to keep it and have someone look in on it regularly for upkeep, so Justin isn’t too worried about having to make the choice to sell or not. at this point, he knows it’s only a matter of WHEN they leave the city and move out there to settle into a calmer life together and leave all the mess they’ve seen behind. chuckling, he kisses the older man softly. ❛ no, I don’t… and it’s a good thing too. insult a man’s food and he might just stop cooking for you, ❜ he threatens teasingly, wondering how he’s supposed to actually go and cook anything when he keeps being drawn into more kisses. if he didn’t know how badly Eames was in need of a decent meal, he’d be tempted to suggest skipping dinner and going straight to bed. but, they have this routine down by now, just enough time half making out to consider skipping everything before separating so Eames can get cleaned up and Justin can get dinner started. ❛ okay. take your time. I’ll have a glass of wine waiting when you’re ready. ❜

as much as he hated having to leave, even for a few days, coming back to justin always made things worth it. they'd been through hell and while they'd come out on top, there were still days when things were still rough. but as long as he had justin in his life things wouldn't ever be as bad as they'd been. there was also the fact that he loved their life together. he never questioned what he did, only that he came home in one piece. sometimes it took weeks but eames had always made a point of coming back to him. though, he knew one day he'd retire and together they'd have a semi-quiet life. it wasn't something he'd ever thought would happen, but there was something about justin that had him wanting that normal life. "and we can't have that. cooking t'gether's something we both enjoy so we don't need to stop that," he teased, stealing more kisses. he knew that the more they sat there exchanging sweet kisses the longer it was going to take for dinner to be made, but he was enjoying that. at some point, though, he needed food that wasn't airline food. it would be easy for them to skip it all and go to bed, but in all honesty he wanted food. home cooked food, to be honest, and that meant they needed to head into the kitchen sooner rather than later. "that sounds good," he muttered, kissing james one last time before heading to the bedroom. quickly changing, he ran a hand through his hair before walking back to the kitchen. "so what are we thinking for dinner, hmm?"

[spider-mann]

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&&. james // affcgato

      there’s a specific, PERSONAL sort of pain that shoots through him every time the alarms go off but he shoves it down. one day he’ll pay for all the compartmentalization, but for now he’s content to ignore everything in favor of forcing his way forward. it’s worked all his life so why stop now? still, his arm is still tender from the last encounter & he knows Eames hadn’t actually signed off on anything. his heart aches for the partners he can only find in the Drift now, but right now NONE OF IT MATTERS. there’s a double event & the stats he hears Tony reading off… they don’t sound good. they need him out there, even if it’s just as cannon fodder at this point because one Jaeger isn’t going to stop a double event. no way, no how.

      if he does out i go with him. he’s about to snap at the other until he turns & sees just who’s standing there. then he’s really ready to snap, but for an entirely different reason - he knows the limitations they’re both under even if he doesn’t know why the other had put himself under them, knows how this could blow up for the other in such a bad way, but selfishly he also knows what the other’s going to feel when he slides into the drift with him & he’s not sure he can handle that kind of REJECTION. still, without Steve… Eames had been an amazing pilot. he couldn’t ask for someone better at his side, & yet… he clears his throat, squaring his shoulders & nodding. ‘ I know my jaeger isn’t fully updated. there’s the digital one, yeah? it’s close enough in model, it’ll work. we just need one extra barrier between those things and the shore. put me in. ’

each time the ALARMS go off, he has to remind himself it's not for him, it's not him having to rush into his jaeger, it's not him having to watch his sister getting pulled from their jaeger and from their connection in the drift. even though he'd been at the shatterdome long enough to be somewhat desensitised to the noise, it still affected him. this time, though, they didn't have much of a choice. they were down pilots, they were down jaegers and the threat was just getting worse and worse. and eames knew that his expertise was needed. he just hated the fact that once again he was going to have to go into a jaeger. in all honesty, he didn't think he could. he was afraid that once he put himself back into the DRIFT that it would all come out. and james would end up seeing the sort of person he was. it wasn't something he thought he could do but what other choice did they have? he couldn't just let the other go out on his own. one way shape form or another they needed him and he needed to go. even if it might end up killing him.

putting his foot down, he knew that james wouldn't like this plan. of course, he was the one that signed off on everyone and he'd have to either accept it or he wouldn't be heading out into the battle. the look that james gave him in return said it all and he knew that he wasn't thrilled with this. but there was no other choice. it would take two of them to pilot the jaeger and technically a third would make it easier. "longer we stand here the closer those bloody things get. we should get into that damn jaeger before we don't have a choice." eames HATED the idea of getting back into one but he sooner he did the easier things would be. plus, being out on the battlefield would help. he'd always been better out there than inside and hopefully this time would be the same. and hopefully james and him had the sort of connection he had with his sister. they'd never been in the drift before but if their connection was a fraction of the one he had with his sister they'd somehow survive.

[ilmondoinunabolla]

🖤

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&&. a question of trust // chokethelight

Was it worth it? That was the question that Ky’lar truthfully had never thought of recently. Not because he didn’t know the answer, but because he knew that it was highly likely the answer  wasn’t something he wanted to admit. Not now or ever really - even Ky knew there was somethings best unsaid.

However, since the topic was brought up he knew there would be no avoiding it. Not when there was a chance that later on the question would be nagging at his mind non stop like a tune you just can’t get out of your head because it’s so catchy and pleasant to listen to. The only way to get it out is to either listen to it more or find something just as catchy. 

In this case? It wasn’t a tune, but the same concept did apply… no matter much Ky’lar wished it honestly didn’t. 

Such was his luck he supposed.

“Sometimes… it isn’t entirely necessary, but it’s still nice to have.” 

At least nice to have in theory. Sometimes trust wasn’t even necessary, but other times? It was completely warranted. Not to mention it made things go far more quickly… even if such a thing could be broken in a matter of moments. 

“Even if there is doubt they’ll ever trust me, but,” he said, trailing off for a few moments, “i’m not entirely sure if anything i’ll ever do for them will actually matter one bit. And yet… I still try.”

Most people when he asked that particular question they knew the answer to. It was a little strange that the other couldn't even give him an answer. Maybe it wasn't worth it all. Wouldn't be the first time someone had to rethink everything they did. But if it was worth it then why not say something? Why not put it out there that he was okay with his life and the things that he'd done? He didn't know and he wasn't about to go digging. That wasn't the sort of person he was.

Of course, he was curious. In his line of work it helped to be curious. To get information before diving into the dream meant asking all the right questions and to do that meant having just enough curiosity to do it. But there was a limit to all of that he wasn't too keen on diving deep into this bloke's life. They weren't going to be mates or anything like that. This was nothing more than a casual drink and nothing more. It had to be. Eames had far too much work to do to let it be anything else.

"Maybe." In their line of work trust was something they needed. Unfortunately, it was also something that was readily taken advantage of. They were criminals, after all.

"S'also something that tends to be used and abused. Not something I'd say is 'nice t'have'."

Shrugging his shoulders, it was what he believed. In his world there was only one person he trusted and that was due to the amount of times they'd worked together. Ifn they hadn't there was no way he would trust Arthur.

But not everyone thought like him. And it was probably for the best. Not everyone needed to think the worst all the bloody time. It tended to make life a little more bleak than it should be. Plus, everyone would be on edge and there was enough of that going around to last a lifetime.

"Seems like a lot of work for no payoff," he told him, cocking his head slightly. Why keep trying if there was nothing to come from it all? He wouldn't have done that but then again he was used to people not trusting him. There was also him being a criminal and not many people actually trusted them. "Guessin' you see the point of it all. No point in me working with someone ifn they're just going to turn round and stab me in the back."

[blondie-rules]

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&&. secretly enjoys this // hcredis

He blames the alcohol for deciding to share his number.   He blames the alcohol for ever ending up on a situation just like this.   He blames Izzy, in a way,  for dragging him int that bar. But most importantly  —  he blames himself.   For engaging; for responding to those pictures.   They make Alec shake his head in bitter disapproval,  but what’s more important,  it makes him feel much more than that.   Something he doesn’t dare to ever say aloud,  something he tries not to think of altogether.   But in the dark of his room,  in a place far away from someone else,  there’s very little left for him to do that would distract him.   That is why he keeps on scribbling one line after another,  losing focus and losing his trail of thought more times than just once.

And that phone keeps on buzzing and he equally hates it and is intrigued by it.   But that which is written  (and he’s thankful it’s just words this time)  makes him feel less confused and more…   Enraged?   Speechless?   Surprised?

 → [ text ;; eames ]:   I wish i could unsee what I already saw  → [ text ;; eames ]:   And let me make it perfectly clear — you come close to my sister, you won’t have anything to take a picture of anymore.

Smirking, he knew that getting the bloke's number had been the best thing. Even if nothing happened b'tween them, even if it was nothing more than him taking the piss, it would at least make it easy for him to get what he needed from the Institute. If he cosied up with the other he wouldn't think to look at him when things went missing. He knew he was playing with fire, but he knew that this was the right path for him to take. Just as long as the client was patient with him. Eames knew that it wouldn't be easy for him to get the item in question. It was under heavy guard and short of changing his appearance again he needed to just be patient to get it. And he needed to get the sodding head of the Institute to trust him enough not to question his every single move.  That would be the most difficult part of all of this.

Especially now that he'd started to flirt with his sister. It was meant to be a spot of fun, something that would have yet one more person not looking too terribly close at him. He'd need everyone to look at him like one of them and not the criminal he was. He'd thought things were going well but looking at the phone he was certain things were getting worse.

[ ✉ → sms ] (alec): something tells me you enjoyed those images. you just don't want t'admit it [ ✉ → sms ] (alec): a threat. interesting reaction. i'm sure your sister might think of things differently. or maybe you'd like t'see what she sent me in return

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APPEARANCE // SCENT

Unlike those he works with, Eames tends to prefer a simple subtle scent to his cologne, something that compliments his natural earthy scent. He's never been one for heavy scents and when shopping for something to use on jobs he goes for something subtle. Unfortunately, if a mark prefers something stronger he has been known to get something he normally wouldn't. But once the job is done he either gifts it to someone he worked with or he just tosses it as he won't ever use it again. Most of the colognes he buys tend to contain cedarwood and bergamont as they tend to accent and compliment his natural cedarwood scent. Sometimes he might use other scents but those are the two that tend to be found most on his skin.

When it comes to other care products he goes for either subtle or no scents at all. While he does enjoy the scent of sandalwood, he prefers cedarwood with the occasional hints of vetiver. Every once and a while Eames will get cologne or care products that contain black pepper. It's a rare thing for him to do something like that as spicy isn't something he wants to smell like but he does like to mix things up and keep people on their toes as to just what he might smell like. Cedarwood, though, is a scent he's come to associate with home and comfort, and is something he'll buy far more often than not. It's also something he prefers others buy if they are going to buy anything at all.

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APPEARANCE // HAIR

Eames' hair tends to change its colour depending on the time of day. Sometimes it'll even change colour from day to day, week to week or even month to month. Most of the time his hair tends to be a dirty, sandy blond bordering on brown. Then there are other times when it'll settle on a dark brown. No matter which colour people tend to see there are always hints of grey mixed in. The older he gets the more grey tends to show up. As anyone who knows Eames knows that he is slightly vain, any time he feels like the grey is becoming too prominent he'll actually colour his hair. It's not something he allows anyone to know but he does prefer to keep himself looking like he's getting older than he actually is. Someone is more than welcome to call him out on it but he will constantly deny it.

When it comes to how he keeps it cut, he goes with a modified military type cut. He prefers to keep short, almost shaved on the bottom half of his head with the top somewhat longer. Not long enough to get in his eyes but enough that he can push it back off his face if necessary. Sometimes he'll let it get too long and then he knows that it's time to keep it to the somewhat militaristic haircut he had while in the army. While his hair isn't extremely thick it isn't thin, either. It's somewhere in between. It's also soft to a degree. Because Eames tends to be slightly vain he takes good care of his hair so that it is soft to the touch and looks good, as well. If anyone asks what kind of shampoo he uses it's just something off the shelf and nothing special. Sometimes he'll buy conditioner for his hair, but for the most part he uses something he can pick up without too much effort.

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Maybe it had been a mistake to bare a bit of his soul to Arthur. They both knew this game they played wouldn't end the way either one of them wanted.  As much as they both enjoyed the chase, a part of him knew that Arthur deserved to know how he felt. Though standing there Eames knew it was definitely a mistake given how he was reacting to it.

"Why would it, hmm? Isn't that something you like about me? My never changing sense of humour?"

@somnasin from here