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1 // Late August // Ye Olde Sainsbury's (Canary Wharf/Tower Hamlets)
2 // 5 September // Tate Britain (Southwark)
3 // 1-7 September // The New House (Camden)
4 // Wildcard
There's literally no other way to describe how Eames looks right now other than the words 'vacuum sealed skeleton'. It's just a Bad Look, and for a man with his degree of vanity it's pretty much the worst thing that could ever happen.
He does still need to eat though, and Eames refuses to hole himself up in his flat and have people deliver to him because pride is a frustratingly unhelpful vice.
Thankfully though, Eames looks sufficiently little like himself at this point that he's not worried about being recognised. He's kind of trying to own this 'walking corpse' look, even if none of his clothes fit and this cap feels dumb and people are giving him weird looks while he looks at the booze section. Like a man who has no business still being alive can't enjoy a drink. What a bunch of pricks.
2 // 5 September // Tate Britain (Southwark)
When you're used to a degree of fluidity with your presentation, being stuck looking one way with no control over what's happening to your body while it ages rapidly is suffocating. As much as he missed his face looking how it should, it's been something hellish not being able to change even the slightest of his features.
As much as he'd like to be doing something fun, however, business calls. Which makes it Alice's night.
There's a gallery showing in the Tate — a history of 19th century Communist art — and as a fence by any other name, Alice is responsible for securing a significant amount of the paintings on display. Aside from a tidy sum of money, she also has a VIP ticket for the opening night, so she turns up- suit on and magic suppressed.
Most often, she'll be found with the man in charge of this, being introduced to friends and anyone with enough money to be an 'associate' of his, but she spends a lot of time on her own looking at the displays too. Inspecting the paintings with an appreciating eye and a glass of wine that never seems to leave her hand.
3 // 1-7 September // The New House (Camden)
Thanks to an Asshole Who Will Go Unnamed, Eames has had to put some plans back significantly, and had to endure a lot of things he'd rather not do again ever in his lifetime.
He's back to himself and back on track now though, with a new house and everything. And a dog! A quiet and cautious rotteweiler he's put off on bringing home since he didn't exactly want to deal with what was happening to him and training a pet at the same time. Decorating and dealing with a pet, however, has been surprisingly easy. Especially now he's progressed to the upstairs. It does make everything take a little longer, but it's a worthy sacrifice.
Anyone with cause to visit his new place can be treated to this, and more! More being: Eames in a tanktop and tracksuit bottoms with paint splatters all over, beer, and being stared at by a dog trying to decide how to feel.
4 // Wildcard
PM, hit me up atFiremanSam, or just tag me. Let's party.
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He'd love to get up and get some glasses, but Boxer has returned! This time with a toy in his mouth, and he comes to stand in front of Arthur, tail still low and curious and face pretty expectant for a dog. Friends like toys, this is what he has been taught.
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However, there is a dog standing in front of him now, holding a toy and maybe holding it out for him? Arthur hesitates again, glancing over at Eames and then back at the dog, before he reaches out his hand to take the toy.
"That for me?" he asks, pulling just hard enough that Boxer still gets to decide whether Arthur takes it or not.
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Now the petting of the dog may commence.
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This is nice, though.
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Boxer, meanwhile, is loving this attention. Licking Arthur's hand and everything. When Eames comes back, Boxer immediately comes over to him and jumps up a little on his hind legs, coming up to Eames' hip in search of more pets. Eames laughs softly and gives him some affection as he sits back on the couch at the same time.
Dogs, man.
"I guess you two are getting along?"
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It's almost weird to see him this way, with so much joy over something other than doing harm to vampires or witches. It feels almost awkward; they've never been friends, really, not in the way that they want to see each other happy, so Arthur almost feels like he's peeking in on something he shouldn't see. It's so bizarre and Arthur chastises himself for being so weird, which manifests as him taking another sip of whiskey and just keeping his mouth shut as he waits for Eames to do the same.
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Finally though, he can have some of that booze. Eames reaches for a glass and takes a sip, leaning back against the back of the couch with a sigh. "Good choice," he says, looking at the glass in his hand. Scotch is so good.
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He's happy to enjoy the scotch for now though, and he takes another sip, idly petting the dog with his free hand.
"It's certainly appreciated."
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"Have you had any trouble from anyone in the area? They can't be used to having a fae for a neighbour."
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Eames shrugs a shoulder, gesturing with the glass, "it's not as if I went door-to-door announcing myself and granting wishes."
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He gives Eames a look as if to say yes, I know about that, before he leans forward to put his glass back down on the table. It's almost time for a refill.
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"Time for bed," he says, and it's clearly a command rather than a gentle suggestion, one that Boxer responds to after a moment of staring at Eames by getting up and slowly padding into the kitchen.
Welcome to this weird look into domesticity with Eames, Arthur.
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He glances at Arthur, raising an eyebrow before he decides to just casually plant himself in Arthur's lap, straddling him while he casually refills his glass.
"So. You come over just to see the place, or...?"
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"Mm, I didn't really have my heart set on anything other than seeing your interior decorating when I came over."
Nah he was definitely thinking about sex.
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"Mm, well. I think you'll like what I've done with the bedroom."
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