Arthur (the_point_man_) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-06-12 21:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !plot |
Who: Arthur and Beardy!Eames
What: Arthur sings. It's beautiful.
Where: Their flat
When: Wednesday morning
Status: Closed; ongoing
As far as Arthur was aware, Eames was nowhere he needed to worry about. Not that he was ever overly concerned about where Eames was, but there were times when he just didn't want to think about his feelings. And it was becoming more and more obvious that he was going to have to start, to do something about it, to admit-
What was the harm in getting it out in the open, anyway? It wasn't as though either of them were attached.
His fingers started to tap on his leg and he was humming. Which was unusual. Something he didn't think he did. Something he considered really rather juvenile. Arthur pursed his lips-
But pursing them was not enough. No no, not today.
"You know that I'm in love with you, you know I always will be-" he started, his eyes widening. Where the heck was that coming from? Well, it was his voice. "Haunted by the same dream. Hunted by the memory..." He didn't actually think he knew this song. And he certainly wasn't the kind of man to just make things up on the spot.
Panicked, Arthur stood, though he had no idea what to do with himself.
"Feels like a raincloud passing over, looking for a place to stand. Eyes making rainbows as the rain comes down-"
He wondered if he could clamp his mouth closed. What if this didn't pass? Other people had been singing. What if he didn't stop?