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sibilantlyPairing: Arthur/Eames
Word count: 350
Prompt: dramatic
Summary: Eames is under the weather.
“My kingdom,” Eames croaks, burrowing deeper under the blankets. “My kingdom for a cup of tea. And some lunch.”
“You don’t have a kingdom,” Arthur says from the living room. He doesn’t even pause in typing. “You have a family estate and a couple one-bedroom flats in different countries.”
Eames’ temples throb. It may or may not be due to illness. “Fine. My family estate and my eternal gratitude for a cup of tea and some lunch.” He throws in a pointed cough, which transforms into an extended bout of hacking and wheezing.
“Throw in the keys to your Aston Martin, and you’ve got yourself a deal,” Arthur says, while his keyboard says clack-clack-clack. “But it’s still gonna cost you extra if you want me to bring them in to you.”
Eames sits up. “You blackhearted mercenary,” he says, aiming for aghast, but landing somewhat closer to admiring. “Are you really trying to swindle me while I’m on my death bed? Have you no shame?”
“Absolutely none.”
Eames flops back against the pillows, one arm flung over his eyes, and calls upon the last of his energy to loudly curse the gods for allowing him to give his heart to a callous monster— nay, a cruel ice prince, so wedded to his work that he hasn’t once checked on his supposed beloved since the morning—
“I can’t believe you’re making such a huge deal over a cold,” Arthur says, appearing in the doorway with a teacup in one hand and a sandwich in the other. He sets his offerings down, perches on the edge of the bed, and levels a dry look at Eames. “You didn’t even complain this much when you got shot last year.”
“Ah, but we were in the first flush of our relationship then,” Eames says. “I was still preoccupied with appearing tough and manly and whatnot.”
“Whereas now you’re feeling comfortable enough to reveal your ridiculously overdramatic true self?”
“My sensitive and delicate true self,” Eames corrects, “which you absolutely love.”
“I do.” Arthur sighs and smiles at the ceiling. “God help me, I do.”
Word count: 350
Prompt: dramatic
Summary: Eames is under the weather.
“My kingdom,” Eames croaks, burrowing deeper under the blankets. “My kingdom for a cup of tea. And some lunch.”
“You don’t have a kingdom,” Arthur says from the living room. He doesn’t even pause in typing. “You have a family estate and a couple one-bedroom flats in different countries.”
Eames’ temples throb. It may or may not be due to illness. “Fine. My family estate and my eternal gratitude for a cup of tea and some lunch.” He throws in a pointed cough, which transforms into an extended bout of hacking and wheezing.
“Throw in the keys to your Aston Martin, and you’ve got yourself a deal,” Arthur says, while his keyboard says clack-clack-clack. “But it’s still gonna cost you extra if you want me to bring them in to you.”
Eames sits up. “You blackhearted mercenary,” he says, aiming for aghast, but landing somewhat closer to admiring. “Are you really trying to swindle me while I’m on my death bed? Have you no shame?”
“Absolutely none.”
Eames flops back against the pillows, one arm flung over his eyes, and calls upon the last of his energy to loudly curse the gods for allowing him to give his heart to a callous monster— nay, a cruel ice prince, so wedded to his work that he hasn’t once checked on his supposed beloved since the morning—
“I can’t believe you’re making such a huge deal over a cold,” Arthur says, appearing in the doorway with a teacup in one hand and a sandwich in the other. He sets his offerings down, perches on the edge of the bed, and levels a dry look at Eames. “You didn’t even complain this much when you got shot last year.”
“Ah, but we were in the first flush of our relationship then,” Eames says. “I was still preoccupied with appearing tough and manly and whatnot.”
“Whereas now you’re feeling comfortable enough to reveal your ridiculously overdramatic true self?”
“My sensitive and delicate true self,” Eames corrects, “which you absolutely love.”
“I do.” Arthur sighs and smiles at the ceiling. “God help me, I do.”
