Eames (dream_bigger) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-01-06 00:40:00 |
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Who: Arthur and Eames
What: Wishes DO wear off, hurrah!
Where: Their flat
When: Saturday morning!
Warnings: Swearing
Eames blinked awake and stared at nothing. Pitch black, same as it had been every day for the past however-long-it-had-been. Shifting about in bed, he lay on his back, gaze firmly fixed on the ceiling, and waved a hand right in front of his face like he did every morning. And there was nothing. No movement, no flicker of lighter bits and darker bits, nothing. Just the same unending darkness that was really starting to play on his mind. Sighing, and saying nothing to Arthur, he got up out of bed and grabbed at what he hoped was his dressing gown, pulling it on as he headed for the bathroom.
Once he was finished freshening up, he went out to the kitchen and set about making breakfast. He could move confidently round their apartment because he knew it would be tidy, thanks to Arthur, and he'd spent days drumming the layout into his head. The kettle was filled and put on to boil, and then he walked over to the windowsill where he kept his cigarettes and lighter. Getting one out of the pack, he went to light up; the lighter clicked a couple of times, as usual, but he couldn't feel any heat so he shook the thing and then tried again, and Holy FUCK, the sudden brightness was beyond painful, and he threw himself backwards from the light source with a wordless yell. "ARTHUR!" he yelled, his eyes screwed tight shut, as he slumped back against the wall, unlit lighter and cigarette dropping to the floor by his feet.