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Eames (legerdemainist) wrote in makebelievelog,
@ 2012-09-23 19:45:00

Entry tags:

ariadne, eames

Who: Eames and Ariadne
What: Ariadne is packing. Eames is a moody bugger
When: Saturday Sept 22nd, 2012
Where: Their rooms
Rating/Warnings: Eames is a moody bugger. Here be swears.
Status: Closed / Incomplete

Eames was in a shit mood. He'd been in a shit mood since his birthday, to be honest, because the notion of being 35 was really kind of annoying. He was unusually sharp with the customers at work, he grumbled when Jack did his usual thing and wandered off on their walks, he bitched at Danny and he was quiet around everyone else. Danny ignored him as only a teenager could do, Jack brought him stones and odd little things he found on his wanderings and he didn't really give a fuck about the customers.

He'd somehow got lucky and landed a Saturday off, and so far, he'd spent most of the morning slumped on the couch, drinking tea and heckling cookery shows yet again. Arthur was at the shooting range, Danny was God-alone-knew-where and Ariadne...

Ariadne was packing. Packing more boxes.

Shit.

Eames unpeeled himself from the couch and went over to Ariadne's door, knocking on it a couple of times before sticking his head in. "Do you want a drink, sweetheart? Or, uh, do you want a hand?"

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	legerdemainist 2012-09-27 07:43 pm UTC (link)
	Eames spent the short amount of time waiting for the kettle to boil swearing at himself for being such a fucking idiot. Ariadne was a big girl who'd lived on her own before and was perfectly capable of doing so again. Ugh. He walked into her room and paused as she asked him a question. "Of course you can," he replied, then sat down beside her on the bed. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	redscarves 2012-09-27 09:10 pm UTC (link)
	There were a number of ways to phrase it, to ask, but somehow she went for the phrasing that went straight to the point. "What's wrong?" "And don't try to say nothing, because - I know something is wrong." She didn't want to be asked the same question in return, because she really didn't know how to answer it, but she was going to ask Eames. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	legerdemainist 2012-09-27 10:49 pm UTC (link)
	He stayed quiet for a short while, and drank some of his tea. Of course she had noticed, he hadn't been particularly subtle or good at acting normally, and Ariadne was far more perceptive than most. "I'm just being stupid, sweetheart," he told her, then watched a clump of bubbles drift across his tea as he chewed on a fingernail. "Advancing age, and all that." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

redscarves
2012-09-27 11:26 pm UTC (link)

Ariadne opened her mouth to say something, then stopped and closed it again. After a few moments, she nodded slightly and shoved the instinct to argue down. She had asked him not to deny it and he hadn't, he just hadn't elaborated.

"If you don't want to talk about it, that's your decision." It might've been a passive-aggressive statement had there not been an utter lack of tone in it. Rather, it was simply stated, if anything paired with a general physical demeanor of giving up, before Ariadne stopped fidgeting with the paintbrush and put it in the nearby box. She stood and moved to resume packing the box of summer clothing.

"So - how is work?" It was a weak question, but an open opportunity for Eames to go on about something else.

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legerdemainist
2012-09-30 11:22 am UTC (link)

Looking round at her as she spoke, Eames frowned slightly at Ariadne's reaction and body language. If she didn't want to listen, why had she even bothered to ask...

He ignored her question about work as he got back to his feet. "I never said I didn't want to talk about it. I just... Like I said, I'm being stupid and I don't much enjoy feeling like that, so I'm not exactly falling over myself to discuss it. But I never said I wasn't going to."

Grabbing the box for art supplies with his free hand, he set off for the dumping ground where he kept all the supplies. "Sorry for interrupting. I'll go sort this stuff out and let you get on with packing," he said over his shoulder.

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redscarves
2012-09-30 11:51 am UTC (link)

Ariadne was momentarily stunned, but the feeling didn't last long before the heart-pumping adrenaline kicked in at his twist take on things. The summer clothing, packing things, was forgotten as she followed to the main living quarters. She didn't follow him to the dumping grounds, though, nor did she follow him closely. The momentary stunning kept a gap. "Are you kidding me? I'm not playing some game with you, Eames."

"You don't get to be dismissive, then turn it around where I'm the one putting you out." Ariadne's voice was raised, her tone heated. She was rather emotionally stunned, both at what Eames had said and at the sound of herself as she responded. "Keep the supplies, I'll buy new."

And with that, she turned and grabbed a sweater from by the front door and walked out, the door shutting behind her as she went.

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