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Eames (dream_bigger) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2011-04-23 10:06:00

Entry tags:

arthur, eames

Who: Eames and Arthur, (possible Huck Finn?)
What: Ugh, headache
Where: Eames and Finn's flat
When: This morning (23rd April)
Ratings: ow, sore, pain

Eames was not having the best morning.

She'd woken up at four, which didn't surprise her in the slightest since she hadn't been sleeping all that much of late, and she hadn't wanted to toss and turn and wake up Arthur, so she went out to the living room, made herself a mug of tea, and started using pastels and charcoal to sketch various different things from the past few days. Before she knew it, there were pages and pages of Arthur as a child, Huck as both teenager and child (she quite liked the full-page one of him fishing and eating an apple), Juno being herself despite the obvious shift in gender, Sirius and Reg having a very serious discussion about something, and annoyingly enough, Catheryn. Catheryn's attitude and mannerisms were jarringly not Ariadne's and Eames could not warm to her. She paused after finishing a full-body sketch of the other woman, and rubbed at her eye, smearing yet more charcoal and pastel dust over her face and frowning at the dull throbbing ache behind her right eye. That was at half past seven.

By nine, she had taken as many painkillers as she could get away with, and her hearing was coming and going with her pulse. Curled up in the corner of the couch, she had her legs tucked in underneath her as she squeezed her eyes shut and held a cushion over her face in case any light could get through the curtains and her eyelids. The nausea was new, she managed to reason out, but then she decided it would be best if she didn't try to do anything more complicated than breathing quietly. If the thought of moving didn't make her think her brain would explode, she would have been in bed ages ago.

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the_pointman
2011-04-23 09:42 am UTC (link)

Arthur had acquired a habit of sleeping in over the past few days since his smaller self had a knack for it. So it was about a quarter past nine when he rolled out of bed, hair six ways to Sunday. He didn't mind too much right now, he simply wanted orange juice and maybe a bagel if there were still some in Eames' kitchen.

He didn't quite make it that far.

Walking out into the living room, Arthur noted the crumpled female form of the forger. She didn't look good and Arthur already had a good idea what this was about. Walking over to her, Arthur knelt down on the ground beside her, pushing the pillow up to move some hair back from over her face. He kept his voice as soft and as quiet as possible despite the raspy edge it had from just waking up, "Hey..."

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dream_bigger
2011-04-23 10:05 am UTC (link)

"Arthur," she breathed, and turned her head very slightly into his touch. "Headache. I, I can't... it's different. 'cause I'm a woman," she reasoned, then did her best to hold back on a whimper as the pain ramped up another notch. Her mother had suffered from awful migraines, she remembered, and if this was anything like what she'd gone through, it was pretty fucking awful. Normally, she could deal with her headaches after a few hours of being very careful, no matter how long they lasted. But this? This was already the worst headache she'd ever had and it had only just started. It was the nausea. It had to be.

"Already taken drugs," she muttered, then slumped even further into the couch.

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the_pointman
2011-04-23 10:57 am UTC (link)

Watching the art supplies on the floor, Arthur moved them out of the way for now. His hand smoothed over her forehead, noting the familiar crinkle in her forehead. Leaning in, he kissed where he'd had his hand, his voice still quiet, "Stay here, I'll be back."

Arthur left for Eames' room, pulling down the sheets and drawing the curtains to not let any light in. The couch wasn't all that comfortable so the best possible place would most likely be the bed. At least that's where he'd want to be. Returning, Arthur moved carefully over the pads of paper featuring Ariadne. God Eames was good.

Ever so carefully, Arthur set the pillow covering Eames' head aside and scooped her up. He made sure not to move suddenly as he was pretty sure movement was just as bad as light for her right now. "Going to get you in bed, ok?"

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dream_bigger
2011-04-23 07:12 pm UTC (link)

"'kay," she whispered, turning her face in to press against Arthur's chest as she was lifted. It set her head spinning, so she just grabbed a hold of his tee-shirt and held on for dear life. The next thing she knew, she was being put down in a still-warm bed with wonderfully cool pillows and then there were sheets being put over her. The room was dark and quiet and she was probably putting charcoal and pastel smears all over the new sheets, but that wasn't anything new so she didn't worry about it.

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