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ariadne (labyrinthine) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2011-02-04 13:43:00

Entry tags:

!closed, ariadne, eames, huckleberry finn

Who: Ariadne and Eames, open to Huck Finn
When: This morning
Where: Eames's bedroom
What: A rather different sort of morning-after talk.
Rating/Status: Probably PG-13 for language; incomplete

It wasn't that the couch was uncomfortable. Sure, it wasn't quite long enough for someone of Arthur's stature, but Ariadne didn't have that problem. Mostly she just needed a night out of the apartment. A few hours without Phil bursting into tears and Ariadne having no idea how to respond, without Arthur trying to be a parent when he clearly was still mostly lost himself. Maybe it was a little selfish to want to escape from that for a while; Ariadne kind of didn't care. If things had been different she might have crashed with Sirius, but that wasn't even close to an option. So instead she let herself into Eames's apartment and did, in fact, make herself at home, curling up in his bed and falling asleep.

She didn't wake up when Eames joined her. At some point during the night she drifted awake and realized that the pair of them were tangled up together, but she was warm and comfortable and going back to sleep was far easier than feeling embarassed about anything. It wasn't till that morning, when she felt something tickling and scratching lightly on her shoulder, that she woke up properly.

"Whdryadun?" she mumbled into the pillow, then raised her head slightly. "Eames?"

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labyrinthine
2011-02-04 09:43 pm UTC (link)

That certainly sounded elaborate. Ariadne craned her neck to try and see and was rewarded with a view of a lot of lines that made no sense. Well, they were upside down and from the wrong angle, what did she expect. She propped herself up on her elbows and looked at Eames properly, aware that her hair probably looked ridiculous.

"I didn't ask what everyone else thought, I asked how your night was." And she was going to say more, but another yawn cut her thought off midstream. "Breakfast would be amazing. So would coffee. Or tea." Spending too much time with Eames meant tea was now a perfectly acceptable choice.

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	dream_bigger 2011-02-04 11:39 pm UTC (link)
	"I know you did. Now come on and I'll introduce you to your tattoo," he said, then got off the bed and walked round to offer her a hand, "and then I'll make you a lovely nutritious breakfast. Tea, toast, optional cigarette. Come on, slugabed, up!" He smiled down at her and made a 'come here' gesture with the hand he was offering her. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

labyrinthine
2011-02-04 11:56 pm UTC (link)

"Ooh, well rounded and hitting all the important food groups." Ariadne fought her way out from under the covers and pulled herself up, peering up at Eames with a gaze that would have been keener if she hadn't just woken up. As it was, she settled for squeezing his hand for a moment, trusting that the pressure would communicate some of what she was trying to ask. Further questions could be saved for after she was better caffeinated.

"Let's see what damage you've done," she said, letting go and moving past him to the mirror on the wall. Ariadne pulled her hair to one side and looked over her shoulder. A surprised smile blossomed on her face. "Okay, that is really, really cool."

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dream_bigger
2011-02-05 12:37 am UTC (link)

"Caffeine is very much a food group, as is toast. Butter and milk count as dairy, and I get to claim jam as one of my 'five a day'. And I'm sure 'carcinogenic smoke' should belong on that list as well," he replied, counting them off on his fingers as Ariadne fought valiantly to escape his bed.

He watched her reaction in the mirror, finally smiling properly when she obviously liked what he'd done. "Glad you like it, love. Tea and toast for two, maybe three, then." He walked past her on his way to the kitchen, putting his hand on her unadorned shoulder and squeezing gently, a wordless reply to her silent question from earlier.

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labyrinthine
2011-02-05 01:05 am UTC (link)

"With the amount of jam you eat, you probably should count it as a food group," she replied, following him out. Nobody else would probably even have noticed that anything was wrong with Eames - well, Arthur might have, but he was temporarily disqualified from that competition due to missing some large pieces of information. Ariadne, on the other hand, didn't need the texts from the night before to tell her that Eames was still rather more upset than he was letting on. But if he didn't want to talk about it... her recent attempts at getting reticent men to open up had not gone well at all, and she wasn't in the mood to press.

Something about spending the night had her in a particularly handsy mood, and she let a hand rest on Eames's back as they walked into the kitchen. Ariadne hoisted herself up to sit on the counter and watch him potter about. "I'd never really thought about getting a tattoo, but it looks kind of cool. Don't know if I'm the kind of girl who has tigers on her back, though." She handed Eames the mugs that were sitting next to her and added, "Do you think your roomie's going to join us, or do you think he's a little hungover?"

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shotforplot
2011-02-05 03:37 am UTC (link)

Said roommate had wandered to the kitchen doorway, moving on bare feet with a silence honed by years of sneaking away from his abusive, alcoholic father. He was currently leaning in the doorway, watching the interaction between Eames and the young lady, observing them in their natural environment.

A salacious smirk spread across his face. Was there a story here? He had no doubt. "Mornin'," he drawled, his Mississippi accent a tad thicker than when he was fully awake. "Am I interuptin' somethin'?"

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dream_bigger
2011-02-05 01:56 pm UTC (link)

Eames just held his hand out for another mug when he heard Finn speaking behind him, then looked over his shoulder at the other man and smiled. His twin's accent was always interesting, and he'd done his usual thing of cataloguing all the differences, working out how he'd have to adjust his own voice to replicate Finn's, and he'd even spent an hour or ten practicing the accent whilst dreaming. But this, this was his favourite because he felt it was Finn's actual accent and he always paid close attention to it.

"Mornin' yourself," he replied, in as close an approximation to Finn's voice as he could manage (which was pretty close, it had to be said), "and there warn't nothin' to be interruptin', except maybe us talkin' about you. Tea or coffee?"

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shotforplot
2011-02-05 02:22 pm UTC (link)

Huck had learned how to talk pretty when he was in refined company, which had actually come quite handy when he'd taken up journalism. He had a way of becoming all things to all people--not unlike his twin, as it turned out. But it was for perhaps that very reason Huckleberry Finn did not consider Daniel Eames to be p'lite comp'ny.

"Oh, there warn't? Ain't y'all never heard the phrase 'speak o' the devil?'" he asked. "I'm more of a coffee man, but I'll have whatever's hot 'n' ready."

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labyrinthine
2011-02-05 03:28 pm UTC (link)

It was weird enough being around two Eameses, outside of a dream where projections might pop up, but having them both use the same accent was downright creepy. Ariadne covered her face and rubbed at her eyes.

"Okay, you need to stop that, I need caffeine before I can handle it." They didn't look completely identical, but she wasn't awake enough for this kind of foolery. "Morning, Huckleberry." Yes, she was going to use his full name if he was going to mess with her head before breakfast.

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dream_bigger
2011-02-05 04:18 pm UTC (link)

Laughing at Ariadne's expression, Eames leant in close and stage-whispered "I suppose I shouldn't make any comments about being hot and ready, then. Righ- OW!" The last bit was more a yelp than a word, since Ariadne's very pointy toes had made sudden, painful, contact with Eames' leg. "Bloody hell, small women are vicious!"

He turned back to make two coffees for Ariadne and Finn, and another mug of tea for himself, and all the while he muttered about being abused by his best friend and after he'd given her such a lovely tattoo and this is the thanks he gets for everything and and and... When he was done fake-bitching, he went to put on the first of many rounds of toast, and then finished making everyone's drinks to their satisfaction before passing them round.

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shotforplot
2011-02-05 09:33 pm UTC (link)

"Good morning, Ariadne," Huck replied, refining his annunciation and tipping the brim an imaginary hat to her. Unlike Eames, his arms were bare of ink and tattoos, but it was a debate which one of them was more unkempt and unshaven that morning. He grimaced at his double, and refrained from making and comment on the viciousness of women, small or otherwise.

He took his coffee black, because it was what he was used to as the consummate bachelor and workaholic, leaning back in his chair and putting his feet up in a way that was probably just asking for a kick. "Look at you, all domesticated and blissful. Or is it blistered?"

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	labyrinthine 2011-02-05 10:19 pm UTC (link)
	"It's because everything gets compressed," she said cheerily, accepting the coffee and taking a long drink. If Huck hadn't been there she might have kissed Eames on the cheek. As it was she just gave her friend an appreciative smile. "And that was a terrible pun. Not even appropriate. I give it a two." (Reply to this) (Parent)

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