ariadne (![]() ![]() @ 2011-04-24 22:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | !@event, !closed, ariadne, arthur |
Who: Ariadne and Arthur
Where: Their apartment
When: This morning, immediately after this
What: Enforced honesty strikes again!
Rating: PG-13 to start for Ariadne's terrible language; may go higher, will edit as needed
Status: Closed/incomplete
Well, that was fast. From zero to uncomfortable confessions in less than fifteen minutes. At least Eames was little, which meant she was much less compelled to tell him how much she loved him and more compelled to tell him how absolutely adorable he was. But she hadn't worried about telling him anyway; he seemed to see her unfortunate tendency to talk without thinking as endearing. Arthur, on the other hand... he was like a particularly tetchy cat who didn't like people at all and especially hated it when they tried to make friends. But who would occasionally curl up in your lap and purr happily only to stiffen and take off and claw your leg to shreds as it went.
When he didn't reply after her outburst Ariadne let her head thunk against the wall a few times. It made her feel a little better, strangely enough, and after that she just curled up on top of her pillows and took deep breaths and tried not to freak out. She was not entirely successful. And then her PDA buzzed and it was Arthur and her heart tried to leap into her throat and sink into her stomach at the same time. Fuck. She pulled on a pair of jeans but didn't bother changing out of the t-shirt she'd woken up in, and after a nervous glance in the mirror - her hair wasn't a total dandelion mess, it would have to do - she opened the door.
And almost had a heart attack, because Arthur was standing right there. "Jesus Christ!"