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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[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.

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[He sighs, closing his eyes and really relaxing.]

Thank God for that.

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[Eames hums softly, but he doesn't say much else. Just noses into Arthur's hair and settles at his back.]

Get some rest instead of worrying about me.

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Mm.

[He's tired enough that he's already drifting off. Goodnight Eames.]