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[ the road not taken 002 ]: something beautiful
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It was nearly three months later, after leaving Florence and Eames, that Arthur had finally reached where the young soldier had transferred himself: India.
He had quite literally been all over the world since leaving Russia after performing the hit that he had been blackmailed into (perform it or Eames would be killed). With the help of various hit people he had met through his "network" over the years he had gone through western Russia, northern China, South Korea, Japan, Australia, from the western coast of the United Stated to the eastern coast and then into eastern Greenland (spending a good few weeks trying not to freeze his ass off in a small house in the remote settlement of Ittoqqortoormiit; this had been courtesy of Frank calling in a favor with an old partner that had retired to the country, saying that if Arthur couldn't shake his tail before getting there, staying there would certainly through them off while they would look elsewhere in more populated areas, larger cities tending to provide more "cover" in theory).
During that time of rest - Arthur having been traveling nonstop for several weeks, pushing himself the the breaking point by the time he touched down in Greenland - the older hit man (and sometimes mentor) had found Eames in his new post at the British embassy in one of the cities of India, giving the soldier word that Arthur was alive and making his way back to Eames.
The trip from Greenland to Scotland and then through England led to taking train after train through France and from Spain he was able to secure transport in Morocco all the way to South Africa and from there he took the straight shot to India.
Frank was there to greet him and help him into his car, driving him to Eames' apartment, the rain starting to come down in sheets, the heat still muggy and fogging up the windows of the car.
Arthur was thinner than he had been when he left Florence those months ago, paler and with dark circles under his eyes and his hair, after shaving his head once again in Spain, was still very short and just starting to grow back. His injuries had healed but his exhaustion would be clear to anyone as he climbed up the steps to Eames' apartment, carrying what few possessions he still had in one bag and the clothes clinging to his thin frame.
He was wet from the rain and swaying slightly on his feet but as he took in the sight of his lover after he opened the door... Arthur was absolutely certain in that moment that all he had been through to get to this point had been worth it. Eames - safe and alive - was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
Water dripping from his skin, he gave a weak smile, "Hey there, soldier boy."
It was nearly three months later, after leaving Florence and Eames, that Arthur had finally reached where the young soldier had transferred himself: India.
He had quite literally been all over the world since leaving Russia after performing the hit that he had been blackmailed into (perform it or Eames would be killed). With the help of various hit people he had met through his "network" over the years he had gone through western Russia, northern China, South Korea, Japan, Australia, from the western coast of the United Stated to the eastern coast and then into eastern Greenland (spending a good few weeks trying not to freeze his ass off in a small house in the remote settlement of Ittoqqortoormiit; this had been courtesy of Frank calling in a favor with an old partner that had retired to the country, saying that if Arthur couldn't shake his tail before getting there, staying there would certainly through them off while they would look elsewhere in more populated areas, larger cities tending to provide more "cover" in theory).
During that time of rest - Arthur having been traveling nonstop for several weeks, pushing himself the the breaking point by the time he touched down in Greenland - the older hit man (and sometimes mentor) had found Eames in his new post at the British embassy in one of the cities of India, giving the soldier word that Arthur was alive and making his way back to Eames.
The trip from Greenland to Scotland and then through England led to taking train after train through France and from Spain he was able to secure transport in Morocco all the way to South Africa and from there he took the straight shot to India.
Frank was there to greet him and help him into his car, driving him to Eames' apartment, the rain starting to come down in sheets, the heat still muggy and fogging up the windows of the car.
Arthur was thinner than he had been when he left Florence those months ago, paler and with dark circles under his eyes and his hair, after shaving his head once again in Spain, was still very short and just starting to grow back. His injuries had healed but his exhaustion would be clear to anyone as he climbed up the steps to Eames' apartment, carrying what few possessions he still had in one bag and the clothes clinging to his thin frame.
He was wet from the rain and swaying slightly on his feet but as he took in the sight of his lover after he opened the door... Arthur was absolutely certain in that moment that all he had been through to get to this point had been worth it. Eames - safe and alive - was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
Water dripping from his skin, he gave a weak smile, "Hey there, soldier boy."
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[ weapons 001 ]:
Arthur had been warned against working for Eames.
He was not only a crime lord with impressive influence - he was also considered something of a "monster" in terms of what he had done to people. Not just his "enemies" but even to his own people. To say he had a penchant for violence would be an understatement.
However, Arthur was wary to believe all of it. At least until he saw it himself.
He got his chance when he was just finishing up one job and Eames himself was right there in the lobby of his hotel waiting for him, commenting on how Arthur was a difficult man to find when he wanted to be.
The job being offered was relatively easy but only for an experienced hacker who knew what they were doing. The pay was worth for more than the job. Arthur couldn't really bring himself to turn it down.
The attraction, as far as Arthur was concerned, was immediate. The flirting was subtle at first and then became more overt the longer they were around each other, almost to the point of egging each other on (Arthur being a lot bolder than his "rank" in the crime world should allow him to be and Eames indulging him more often than not -- sending him very heated looks afterward as a result). For Arthur, the older man's huge build, his accent, voice and looks and even his smile - whether it be the cruel, mocking kind or the small, dangerous kind Arthur had been around him long enough to see both be directed at others - all factored into the attraction.
He hadn't acted on it, though. He had slept with a few other employers before (both male and female) but with Eames... He almost felt like he'd be "playing with fire" if he slept with this one.
So, when the job was more or less in its closing stages, Arthur got ready to go back to his hotel room across town like he did every night, prepared to come back tomorrow to the same abandoned boardroom they had been using for the last time.
Eames had stayed late this time, too, but was still in the other room on the phone from what Arthur could tell. So, the hacker continued to pack his things up, rolling his slim shoulders before tugging his jacket on.
He was not only a crime lord with impressive influence - he was also considered something of a "monster" in terms of what he had done to people. Not just his "enemies" but even to his own people. To say he had a penchant for violence would be an understatement.
However, Arthur was wary to believe all of it. At least until he saw it himself.
He got his chance when he was just finishing up one job and Eames himself was right there in the lobby of his hotel waiting for him, commenting on how Arthur was a difficult man to find when he wanted to be.
The job being offered was relatively easy but only for an experienced hacker who knew what they were doing. The pay was worth for more than the job. Arthur couldn't really bring himself to turn it down.
The attraction, as far as Arthur was concerned, was immediate. The flirting was subtle at first and then became more overt the longer they were around each other, almost to the point of egging each other on (Arthur being a lot bolder than his "rank" in the crime world should allow him to be and Eames indulging him more often than not -- sending him very heated looks afterward as a result). For Arthur, the older man's huge build, his accent, voice and looks and even his smile - whether it be the cruel, mocking kind or the small, dangerous kind Arthur had been around him long enough to see both be directed at others - all factored into the attraction.
He hadn't acted on it, though. He had slept with a few other employers before (both male and female) but with Eames... He almost felt like he'd be "playing with fire" if he slept with this one.
So, when the job was more or less in its closing stages, Arthur got ready to go back to his hotel room across town like he did every night, prepared to come back tomorrow to the same abandoned boardroom they had been using for the last time.
Eames had stayed late this time, too, but was still in the other room on the phone from what Arthur could tell. So, the hacker continued to pack his things up, rolling his slim shoulders before tugging his jacket on.
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[ fall apart 001 ]: what comes after
{{ warning: this verse will be dealing with the topics of suicide and mental illness - if these subjects are too sensitive for some then it would be best if they avoid any and all logs and threads connected to this verse. }}
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[ mistext 001 ]: the picture that started a thousand words
When Arthur was first given his cell phone, he didn't think he'd use it all that much. Mainly for calling his aunt and maybe some friends now and then but also reserving its use for emergencies.
He didn't get the appeal of "texting" and taking pictures or anything like that.
If anything, texting seemed to defeat the purpose of the phone in the first place.
So, really, getting a picture of the erect dick of a complete stranger on his phone with a coy little message attached was honestly not what he was expecting -- especially in the library of all places!
He didn't know what possessed him to respond to it - it could have been random porn spam for all he knew - but he replied with his own text in case the person got the idea to keep sending these... things to his [still new] phone.
I think you've got the wrong number.
It was stupid but what the hell else was he suppose to type back to a picture like that!? That thing looked huge...
He didn't get the appeal of "texting" and taking pictures or anything like that.
If anything, texting seemed to defeat the purpose of the phone in the first place.
So, really, getting a picture of the erect dick of a complete stranger on his phone with a coy little message attached was honestly not what he was expecting -- especially in the library of all places!
He didn't know what possessed him to respond to it - it could have been random porn spam for all he knew - but he replied with his own text in case the person got the idea to keep sending these... things to his [still new] phone.
I think you've got the wrong number.
It was stupid but what the hell else was he suppose to type back to a picture like that!? That thing looked huge...