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"'probably' smarter than you? eames, get real - they're absolutely smarter than you. that's why we get on so well."
"laura, definitely. jury's still out on maeve. her taste in partners is at least as questionable as mine, if not more so. yes darling, that includes you. very much. you're quite high on the list, really."
Eames: on a bike
Arthur, internally: BARK BARK BARK -
Arthur, under his breath: woof -
this is gay even for arthur's standards
"WHILE I APPRECIATE THE SENTIMENT & do think you're hot when you go on a little murder spree, you're not going to break anyone's limbs tonight, darling." which is a tad unfair, had e.ames found a.rthur in the same condition he was currently in, he would not have waited around for long enough to ask for his opinion on the matter. but a.rthur had & that means e.ames gets to hold him back—————— little as he is able, three of the fingers of his right hand taped together so they will not bend. & let's not mention the cut in his bottom lip, sewn but raw every time he speaks. (NOT ENOUGH TO SHUT HIM UP BUT STILL!) add to that the broken nose & battering of bruises all along his torso—————————— & perhaps the hospital room that is most certainly not the designated meeting place he & a.rthur chose before the went under. well, consider all this & his husband's rage suddenly makes a lot more sense. "not going to lie, there's kind of a lot anesthesia in my system so i couldn't stop you if i tried." as if to prove anything, he blinks lazily at a.rthur. mainly because there's very little else he can do & even the task of staying awake is taking a tremendous amount of energy that should probably be directed elsewhere. like his recovery. "but i deserve my revenge . . . next week we can go & beat them up together, okay?" an optimistic view on his healing but when has he ever been anything but optimistic. (IF SARCASM CAN BE HEAVY IN ONE'S THOUGHTS, IT DEFINITELY IS IN THESE.) then, almost as an afterthought & with a voice so heavy, his words are slurred & almost intelligible. (FOR ANYONE BUT A.RTHUR ANYWAY . . .) "also i'd be very sad if you aren't here when i wake up."
ACCEPTING. BETTER CALL SAUL MEME: "I'M GONNA BREAK THEIR ARMS & I'M GONNA BREAK THEIR LEGS." FEAT. @pointm4n
↪ 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 : like the post following this link. currently accepting, expect slow to post.
as written for @pointm4n's : arthur
NO ONE WOULD TELL HIM, BUT BRAN KNEW. he had died under the surface of 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚊𝚔𝚎, same as the girl he'd speared through and through using her own sword. he didn't know for sure, but for four minutes and thirty seven seconds the capitol's finest doctors had worked on resuscitating him; emptying bran's lungs of water, and restarting his heart.
after all, what was their game 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛 ?
" be careful with him. " a doctor warns arthur as the two men stand in the doorway of bran's hospital room: the blond boy in question staring up and ahead at the panels of the ceiling, mostly numb from the pain medicine coursing through his veins and the harsh reality that he had been tugged back from a brink, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚊? had not been.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤpoppy. edle. noel.
a bedside alarm goes off as bran stiffens in the gurney, blood pressure rising as the events of the games replay fresh in his head; every foe, every friend, all of them running through his mind as they had through the mines.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤhow was he alive? 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 ?
MAKE ㅤTHEM ㅤSUFFER ㅤFOR ㅤIT !
" — NOEL ! " bran jerks upright then, pulling on multiple wires that cause more screeching to echo throughout the room, the doctor attempting to go back on his word and block arthur's entry into the room, calling over the other's head for more assistance.
"YOU HAVEN'T BEEN YOURSELF LATELY . . ."
ACCEPTING. ONE LINER STARTER CALL FEAT. @pointm4n
babe you know it's ✨ x ∞ for me
SEND ✨ IF YOU LIKE MY WRITING
"NO, THIS SHIRT IS MY OWN." admittedly, e.ames is not really paying attention to whatever antic a.rthur is going on about this time. which is an exception to the rule, contrary to popular belief: he usually listens to what a.rthur is saying. how else could he possibly disagree with everything that comes out of his mouth? the other reason being that it's part of his job to notice everything, even when it's not strictly necessary. if eames could turn that off, he would not be as good a forger as he is. (OR SO YOU TELL YOURSELF.) occasionally, & not as rarely as some (a.rthur) like to believe, his focus is elsewhere. on work even. there are telltale signs: being huddled into a corner in their hideout at two in the morning would be a big one. e.ames huddled into a desk in a corner lit by a single lamp, squinting at a piece of paper, his fingers ink - stained, another. one might think perfectly copying another's facial features without eliciting a sense of uncanny valley is hard⸺⸺⸺ & it is! the handwriting is harder. a slightly loopy smile can be played off as a trick of light. it can be corrected & excused & covered up. a wonky, handwritten letter? that has to hold up to scrutiny. & right now the elderly lady who still tips her i's off with little hearts (ENDEARING BUT E.AMES HAS NEVER HATED AN 80 YEAR OLD WOMAN MORE FEROCIOUSLY.) is giving him a migraine. so no, he is not really listening to a.rthur, barely registers his presence until he hears him step closer. at which he does not flinch, which absolutely does not result in half a sentence of smudged ink. "oh fucking⸺⸺⸺⸺" to his credit, he does not glare at a.rthur . . . much. at least it gives him an excuse to drop the fountain pen with a defeated sigh & crack his cramped hands. "what were you . . . oh. yea, i did break into a nursing home. you wanted me to forge a last will, sweetheart, how else was i supposed to get a sample? or one of her pens?"
ACCEPTING. BETTER CALL SAUL: "YOU BROKE INTO A NURSING HOME?" FEAT. @pointm4n
We're we expecting anything different? Crossed out one - no need to be second to himself, it has to count. The only other tenuous one is honestly McDonald's but Arthur will eat anything - and cooking ... If cooking means sitting while Eames cooks, and passing him things, then yes he cooks all the time.
we have an uncontested & unsurprising winner! e.ames will teach him the wonders of 2am runs to mcdonalds so they can eat terrible food in the car soon enough ;) ;)
FILL OUT THE BLANK VERSION / @pointm4n
