These all had such distinctive textures and unexpected details, like Eames leaving Arthur to sleep in the tattoo parlor (and pay for him, heh). A die and a poker chip in a skull definitely counts as a romantic gesture for these two ;)
I like the sense you give of the balance of power between them. I felt it at the end when Eames dips Arthur, but then Arthur takes firm control of the kiss.
I love this: "Oh, you will, darling, you will," Eames grins. "I am thy sworn protector. Let the moon bear witness." Theatrical fuck. What's with the English and Shakespearean melodrama? Arthur looks up into the night sky. Only Eames could make a promise to something as inconstant as the moon.
And sending messages via fridge magnets charms the hell out of me. The whole thing charmed me, actually. Lovely work.
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Date: 2011-04-24 02:36 am (UTC)I like the sense you give of the balance of power between them. I felt it at the end when Eames dips Arthur, but then Arthur takes firm control of the kiss.
I love this:
"Oh, you will, darling, you will," Eames grins. "I am thy sworn protector. Let the moon bear witness."
Theatrical fuck. What's with the English and Shakespearean melodrama? Arthur looks up into the night sky. Only Eames could make a promise to something as inconstant as the moon.
And sending messages via fridge magnets charms the hell out of me. The whole thing charmed me, actually. Lovely work.