#forgereames

[theirvoices-moved-blog]

@forgereames cont.

“Seriously, Eames? The one time I try to make a joke?” He chided with raised eyebrows and a disappointed click of his tongue. “I know perfectly well how... impure I am.” He righted his waistcoat, standing up straighter. “Doesn’t change the fact my suits are impeccable.” He smirked a bit, eyes glinting at the other.

“And I have other things to help me sleep at night; something I’m certain we have at least somewhat in common.” He adjusted his tie, making sure it was tight as he looked in the mirror. “Speaking of... I’m off for the night. I need to work some of my contacts, but I should be available if needed around 1 am if needed.”

[agenttrevor]

@forgereames

[ text: Eames ] Just bested a wall in a fist fight.  [ text: Eames ] So, essentially-- you can feel free to swoon now.

[riffrafpilot]

@forgereames

It was bloody mandatory. After the war had ended, all servicemen were required to take a certain number of therapy hours. Hated that word. Almost sounded like a cushion - as if there was an end all, a - a quick fix to what he’d done, to what he’d seen during the war. But who was he to defy orders after he’d followed them so well during the war?

They were victorious of course, but after the tremendous out pour of celebrations, after everyone had slowly gotten back to their old lives, that was when the dreams began. If Daniel didn’t keep busy every second of every day, his thoughts of the war overpowered him. Hadn’t turned to alcohol as most men did, nor a number of other sins. He drank, yes, but always knew he had a limit. Never really did show any signs, no, not like some of his mates, but after the call from the main office, he had no choice but to appear for his first appointment.

Each branch of the service had their own...specialist: handpicked out as it were, and the former spitfire pilot walked in - more confident than he particularly felt. Perhaps he could just - slide his way out of this? Didn’t quite want to have a stranger knit-pick him.

          “Er -...Mr. Eames? I’m -- Collins. Daniel Collins.” Brings a hand forward to shake. “I’m your 8:00 AM appointment.”

[mcstdangerous]

It had been a fair few weeks since their last encounter, which through the actions she had chosen to take, resulted in her having to leave London for that time. She tracked the gang, found them to be of quite significant number and figured that the risk wasn’t worth it. When she had returned, she came back to a trashed flat --- windows panned in, couches slashed and thrown across the room, a menagerie of a mess that she just did not want to deal with yet. Moving some of the mess out of the way, Chey pulled out her phone, scrolling back to the message Eames had sent her those weeks ago. 

She pressed call and paced whilst the tone rang, hoping we would answer. 

// @forgereames

[xqueenofscots]

The days before a test were always an extra stress to Mary, as indeed it were to any student. She only ever wanted to do well, to work hard and succeed as best as she could. As observant as she was, Mary could not miss the empty seat beside her class in, class out. Now, day before their test, she sensed a movement beside her, glancing up from her notes to the seat filled. They had spoken a few times, worked on projects and even exchanged notes, hence the smirk tugging at her lips. She could chance speaking up, given the lack of a lecturer so far. 

“ Was beginning to think that seat would never be taken again... ”

@forgereames

[vvcrriors]

    “hey, weirdo. it’s matt. i wanted to hear that cute accent of yours.”

@forgereames // starter call // ACCEPTING

[extractorextraordinaire-blog]

@forgereames continued from x

            It was rare he ever said such things aloud. It crossed a line they stayed on opposite sides of. Dom wouldn’t say he wasn’t curious of the other. On the contrary, the extractor had considered the thought of stepping over the line and making more than an acquaintance with the forger. But their current relationship: that of co-workers rather than friends, fit better. Friends asked questions, wanted to know more about the unsaid things between them. 

           He’d stepped across the line tonight with his rather unprovoked and sudden words. Dom couldn’t blame it on anything except the very words he had spoken. For someone who had once been a family man, silence and lack of companionship really did loom over him too harshly. 

                        “That’s not a proposition, now, is it, Eames?” Brows arched as he played along with a tease; tone conveying his word choice quite clearly. He drew back and away from the schematics and work, almost reluctantly. His next words held none of the suggestion of before, as he shrugged more easily now. “You’re right. A hotel is far more suitable to stay than here.”

[apxn-moved-blog]

@forgereames​

                   he’s still trying to wrap his head around the sight in front of him. both the ground && eames look like the just came straight out of a horror movie, arthur was lucky enough to not have much on him, except for now his shoes. had he turned the corner a few moments earlier he probably wouldn’t have been so lucky. it needed to be cleaned up, eames needed to calm down && arthur needed to know if their life was still on the line. his voice is low, but there’s an urgency to his tone. “ EAMES —— is it still on the ship? “

( con. )