i'm rarely speechless but i speak less than you might imagine

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Who: Eames // Cayde-6
What: Misc happenings
When: September
Where: Around

[juuust a catch all because it turns out there's a bunch of little things to collate.]

[hit me up if you want anything specific!!]

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He's a smart dog. Just anxious from being moved around so much.

[He puts a hand lightly on Arthur's hip as they talk, standing close. He'll catch his bearings soon enough, he just needs a little time.]

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[Arthur takes a sip of his coffee and then raises an eyebrow at Eames.]

What about you? You doing alright?

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[He nods.]

Could be worse.

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[Arthur sighs, bringing his hand up to Eames' jaw. He would love to bring Eames the same kind of peace that Eames brings him, but he has no idea where to begin. He has to just settle for existing here, doing his best.]

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[Arthur's presence does more than Eames is ready to admit, but he can sense Arthur's unease. He sighs softly and covers Arthur's hand with his own, turning his head to press a kiss to his palm.]

I just need some time to get my head on straight. I'll be okay.

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[Arthur nods, giving Eames a reassuring smile. He brushes his thumb along Eames' cheekbone one more time and then drops his hand to Eames' chest, swallowing whatever feeling it is that's tightening his throat. He takes a deep breath, using the exhale to try and clear that anxious energy.]

[But apparently he does too good a job, because a decently strong burst of electricity travels through his hand to Eames.]

[Um.]

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[Jesus.]

[Eames jumps and pulls away, hand on his chest where Arthur's was. It goddamn hurts but more than that--]

What the fuck, Arthur?

[THEY WERE HAVING A MOMENT.]

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[Arthur is shocked. Like, deer in the headlights, slackjawed shock.]

I... I didn't — I wasn't...

[He looks at his hand. This is not what he wanted.]

Are you okay? I can't believe I did that.

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[The pain fades relatively quickly, almost instant once Arthur's not touching him, but his heart is still racing and the skin's a little tender. There's a tingling in his fingertips and Eames shakes his hand as if to try and dissipate it somehow.]

Christ.

[It's okay, it's fine. He's fine. Even if a little breathless and still clutching his chest with one hand when he raises an eyebrow at Arthur.]

There's better ways to tell me if you want to try something new, you know.

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I didn't — I'm not —

[He clamps his mouth shut and grumbles in frustration.]

I'm sorry. I'm just not in control of this yet.

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I was joking.

[He sighs and rubs the spot on his chest where Arthur shocked him. He sure would love not to have that happen again.]

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[He shakes his head, flexing his hand.]

I know.

[He'd usually reach out to try and soothe Eames somehow, but his hands have caused this problem in the first place and that's very frustrating for him.]

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[Eames is a little concerned about being touched, but after a moment he reaches out to put a hand on Arthur's arm and give it a light squeeze to try and comfort him a little.]

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[Eames touching him brings him out of his head where the wheels are starting to spin needlessly, back into his body where he realizes oh, that was kind of exhausting.]

Jesus, I don't know if that took it out of me or if I was just ignoring it this whole time, but I think I need to go lie down.

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[He rubs Arthur's arm lightly.]

I'll come with you.

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[Arthur looks at him, a little wry and a lot apologetic.]

Are you sure? Might be out of juice now, but...

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[Eames considers this for a moment and then--]

If you shock me, I'm making you wear mittens.

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[Arthur's shoulders droop and he turns toward the house.]

Think I'd rather sleep on the couch.

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[Eames laughs softly and presses a kiss to Arthur's cheek as he turns. Following him inside.]

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[Arthur really is exhausted, but he manages to drag himself to the bedroom and peel off his clothes. He's gonna get in nice and cozy under the covers.]

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[Eames follows suit, and he waits for Arthur to get settled before he slips under the covers behind him to get some of that good spooning going.]

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[Arthur hums and puts his hand on Eames' forearm.]

I'm sorry.

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It's fine, it wasn't on purpose.

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No, but...

[He draws idle circles on Eames' wrist with his fingers.]

I don't want to hurt you.

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I know.

[He presses a kiss to the back of Arthur's neck.]

I can take it though.