Eames (dream_bigger) wrote in 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.