InsaneJournal

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.