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Eames ([info]dream_bigger) wrote in [info]colligo_threads,
@ 2010-12-03 00:08:00

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Entry tags:dream, eames

Who: Eames, Morpheus
What: Delivering artwork
When: Not long after this (1st December)
Where: Morpheus's flat



His bruises were quite impressive by now, just starting to come into their "most horrific" stage, and his eye refused to open any more than a tiny slit. Enough to make it hardly worth his while to bother opening it, he reasoned, since it only meant that everything went blurry and out of focus. He was therefore in dire need of a pair of sunglasses, and Sirius had been most accommodating when Eames had requested a pair. Of course, he was now missing a breadbin, and was convinced that if he was capable of shaking his head hard enough whilst wearing the sunglasses, he'd end up showered in breadcrumbs, but that was a small price to pay for blessed semi-sort-of-darkness.

He put the sunglasses on and glanced in the mirror. The black eye could still be seen, and they did nothing to disguise his split lip or the cuts all over his face and knuckles, but he really didn't care all that much. He just needed to stop the light being quite so bright. Then he went behind the couch and started flicking through the canvases that were stored there (including the two Bacons he'd painted for Arthur, and that he'd taken down as soon as he'd remembered about them) until he found the painting that had ended up being Morpheus's. The dancers spinning round the floor with different versions of Dream.

He picked it up carefully, since it was one of the bigger canvases, and checked it one last time, then grabbed his keys and pulled the front door of his flat shut before going a few metres down the hall to Morpheus's front door. Ignoring the state of his knuckles as best he could, he knocked on the door and waited.



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[info]metamorpheus
2010-12-03 01:13 am UTC (link)
At Eames' knock, Morpheus opened the door, gliding backward so that by the time it swung open far enough for the Forger to see him, it might appear as if the Dream Lord had opened the door without ever touching it. But that was the thing about Morpheus, he could make anyone believe whatever he wanted.

He nodded his head, making a sweeping gesture of welcome as he ushered in his guest. "Please. Make yourself at home." He cocked his head then, surveying the state of Eames' face with a wry "Hmph." They hadn't been joking about getting into a few fights.

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[info]dream_bigger
2010-12-03 07:28 pm UTC (link)
"Thanks ever-so," he said, and stepped inside, raising an eyebrow as he got the once-over. He didn't bother taking the glasses off, which was incredibly rude of him, but his eyes hurt and he figured that people would let him get away with it without comment.

"This pretty much painted itself. I started working on it after we first shared dreams, but that's probably going to be more than obvious. I hope you like it," he explained, and then handed the painting over to his friend. Normally, he wasn't shy about his art or offering it to people. He knew he was good, he knew what to paint to please people, but this was something intensely personal and he normally kept such things hidden very deeply inside of himself. But the painting had needed to be done, and when he finished it, it was more than obvious that it wasn't intended to be his, and so he handed over the painting and chewed on his lower lip as if he was nervous.

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[info]metamorpheus
2010-12-03 10:28 pm UTC (link)
Morpheus took the painting, balancing it in his hands as he studied it at arms length, turning it to catch the light just so. It was indeed quite obvious what had inspired it, to his own eye, though it was anybody's guess who else but the two of them would recognize that.

"I'd say you captured several facets of me rather well," he said, "And the composition is inspired." He took another look at the painting before propping it up against the wall where he was likewise inspired to display the work. "But, if I do say so myself, that is as it should be."

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