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sarahyyyTitle: I Thought I Saw Your Face Today
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Rating: PG-13
Character/Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Word Count: 400
Summary: He is the reason she jumped.
Disclaimer: I do not, in any way, own anything.
Warning: Mentions of non-main character death.
A/N: This was written for the prompt "Angst + Insomnia" on Week Three of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
ae_ldws. Still grateful over the fact that I didn't get kicked out.
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“Arthur.”
Arthur doesn’t even bat an eyelash.
“Arthur, you’ve been up for three days,” Eames swallows, “You can’t- It’s not…right.”
Arthur ignores him, takes another swig of his brandy.
“Arthur, please,” Eames tries, “You should sleep.”
Arthur knows he should sleep. He fucking knows he should but he can’t fucking go to sleep because every time he closes his eyes he remembers her voice and he remembers shaking her worries off as paranoia and he remembers asking her to follow her heart laughingly and he knows —God, he knows and it twists horribly in his stomach and it is fucking killing him— that he is the reason she did it.
He is the reason Mal jumped.
He is the reason why Cobb is halfway across the world by now.
He is the reason everything’s wrong right now.
“Arthur,” Eames’ voice breaks him out of his reverie gently, “You’re over thinking it. We’ve been through this; no one could have known.”
“She was all wrong,” Arthur chokes out and fuck, he can feel a sob getting caught in his throat, “And she confided in me but I couldn’t see.”
“It’s not your fault,” Eames says softly.
Arthur laughs and it’s a horrid, bitter sound. Everything is so easy for Eames to say; he doesn’t have to see Mal’s accusatory eyes blinking wide at him every time he fucking closes his eyes.
“It’s not your fault,” Eames repeats firmly. “Arthur, look at me.”
Arthur doesn’t. Eames grasps his chin softly, tilting Arthur’s face so that their eyes lock. “She wouldn’t have wanted this.”
Arthur doesn’t say anything, just looks at Eames. And nothing is different but nothing is the same.
“You should sleep,” Eames finally says, taking a few steps back from Arthur.
“I can’t,” he whispers, “I can’t fall asleep.”
“I can help you,” Eames murmurs and holds his hand out to him, “Arthur, love, let me help you.”
Arthur nods once, slowly, but he doesn’t take Eames’ hand, just stares at it.
“Arthur,” Eames tries again and his voice is soft and velvety.
Arthur thinks of the face he will see when he closes his eyes, thinks of the voice he will hear and the words that come with it. Arthur thinks of the sad smile on her face, thinks of her tear stained cheeks.
Then Arthur looks at Eames, really looks at him.
“Arthur.”
And Arthur takes Eames’ hand.
Author:
sarahyyy Rating: PG-13
Character/Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Word Count: 400
Summary: He is the reason she jumped.
Disclaimer: I do not, in any way, own anything.
Warning: Mentions of non-main character death.
A/N: This was written for the prompt "Angst + Insomnia" on Week Three of
ae_ldws. Still grateful over the fact that I didn't get kicked out.---------------------
“Arthur.”
Arthur doesn’t even bat an eyelash.
“Arthur, you’ve been up for three days,” Eames swallows, “You can’t- It’s not…right.”
Arthur ignores him, takes another swig of his brandy.
“Arthur, please,” Eames tries, “You should sleep.”
Arthur knows he should sleep. He fucking knows he should but he can’t fucking go to sleep because every time he closes his eyes he remembers her voice and he remembers shaking her worries off as paranoia and he remembers asking her to follow her heart laughingly and he knows —God, he knows and it twists horribly in his stomach and it is fucking killing him— that he is the reason she did it.
He is the reason Mal jumped.
He is the reason why Cobb is halfway across the world by now.
He is the reason everything’s wrong right now.
“Arthur,” Eames’ voice breaks him out of his reverie gently, “You’re over thinking it. We’ve been through this; no one could have known.”
“She was all wrong,” Arthur chokes out and fuck, he can feel a sob getting caught in his throat, “And she confided in me but I couldn’t see.”
“It’s not your fault,” Eames says softly.
Arthur laughs and it’s a horrid, bitter sound. Everything is so easy for Eames to say; he doesn’t have to see Mal’s accusatory eyes blinking wide at him every time he fucking closes his eyes.
“It’s not your fault,” Eames repeats firmly. “Arthur, look at me.”
Arthur doesn’t. Eames grasps his chin softly, tilting Arthur’s face so that their eyes lock. “She wouldn’t have wanted this.”
Arthur doesn’t say anything, just looks at Eames. And nothing is different but nothing is the same.
“You should sleep,” Eames finally says, taking a few steps back from Arthur.
“I can’t,” he whispers, “I can’t fall asleep.”
“I can help you,” Eames murmurs and holds his hand out to him, “Arthur, love, let me help you.”
Arthur nods once, slowly, but he doesn’t take Eames’ hand, just stares at it.
“Arthur,” Eames tries again and his voice is soft and velvety.
Arthur thinks of the face he will see when he closes his eyes, thinks of the voice he will hear and the words that come with it. Arthur thinks of the sad smile on her face, thinks of her tear stained cheeks.
Then Arthur looks at Eames, really looks at him.
“Arthur.”
And Arthur takes Eames’ hand.
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Date: 2011-02-04 12:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-04 12:32 am (UTC)<3
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Date: 2011-02-05 12:24 am (UTC)loved this bb. so beautiful and very poignant and real. ♥