Re: Janus A/Eames - log
Eames wasn't a scholar of history. It was too much dust, darling. Too much old battles won and lost, wars that belonged to dead men whose bones were ash, too many would-bes and could-bes that had never meant very much. But as the loud blue shirt would have told anyone, he had a particular affection for clothing. It wasn't always fashion, but it was certainly clothing.
The blonde did not look like she made a study of bellbottoms and fringe but the blonde didn't look like she'd done much studying at all. The keen blue eyes were beneath eyebrows that arched out in perfectly groomed surprise. He didn't look half-dead anymore, which was an improvement on the demon who was currently sacked out in a chair in Eames' bedroom, the look of a wraith had gone. He'd expected something, power or a presence that might make a man later turn into someone a little sulphurous but expectations were built on nothing but suspicion.
The blonde angled her chin down. She was tall, largely because Eames was reluctant to give up the advantage of height for added femininity, and the curve of her hip didn't leave anyone in ambiguity about her femininity, darling. She looked with interest at the fingermarks of a life, very vivid for a dream that held the lazy flicker of a dream close to the surface, where sudden movement might break it open. That might have accounted for it, darling. This far up, Eames had perfect control, the fans moved in time with his heartbeat on the stage but it didn't make for a very bare landscape.
"Not success, darling," the blonde's throaty purr was not loud in the box, but most people listened if you looked like that. She glinted a smile at the slim young soldier thrown back from the sixties, "But an improvement." And Eames had the stubborn desire to see improvement. It was impulse, and he rarely denied himself an impulse. The blonde's fingers trailed abruptly off the rail.
"We might have to go deeper for something a little more," she waved a dismissive hand at sixties fashion, "A little more outrageous." It went without saying that taking a demon further into his psyche was not especially well-rationalized but Eames didn't think things through and he didn't intend to start now.