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[casuistic]

What did the bee say to the flower?

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[paradoxpoint]

Settling in all right?

[casuistic]

Perhaps. This room is definitely missing something, though.

[paradoxpoint]

Dream it up like you did the half-million pillows in my place.

Erasure Virus cure

[paradoxpoint]

It takes a while for the cure to make it's way over to Arthur, given that he hasn't been quarantined in the tents, but he survives... only to be caught in the blood transfusion for two days, running a deadly high fever. It's touch and go for a while, between Arthur almost passing out several times and needing to be given fluids constantly to stop the cracks from further forming and disintegrating him.

Then Eames is left to care for him as Arthur seems to further wither, weight dropping from him like flies and leaving him several kilos lighter than he should be, skin pallid and veins dark under the pale flesh. Most of the time, Arthur doesn't seem all there. Muttering rapidly under his breath, eyes moving busily under half-closed lids, shaking his head as he argues with people that aren't there.

[casuistic]

Eames is tired but he'll pull on that infuriating smile of his when Arthur is awake, just to give him a little bit of energy to fight against this, to do it out of spite if nothing else. Arthur isn't going to remember much of it, but Eames sleeps in the bed with him a lot of times, just so he is close enough to tell if Arthur stops breathing at some point. Because he's afraid to close his eyes otherwise.

He magics whatever they need, even food, new sheets for the bed, new clothes. It's a whole bloody dreaming tour for several weeks.

But the cure is working and Arthur keeps getting better. So Eames tells himself while he forces Arthur to drink, to keep gulping down soup that he doesn't want to eat, when he gives up on all modesty and quilts Arthur into taking showers with him so he doesn't fall over and crack his skull on the tiles. He hopes Arthur will forget half of what goes on during those weeks. Because Eames doesn't want to hear the awkward apologies or the thank yous. He just wants things to get back to the way they were. He wants back the Arthur that will drop kick him in the gut when he says something outrageous, not the ghost that is laying on the bed right now.

He has a lot of time to draw while Arthur is unconscious. He draws everything and anything, but a lot of it is Arthur. He'll hide these sketches somewhere Arthur will never find them, because it is such an awful reminder of what he went through.

He also reads to Arthur, or rather, recites books from memory and comes up with the parts that he doesn't remember, until he's just telling Arthur some random stories that he rips completely out of his sleeve. To pass time. They play cards when Arthur feels strong enough to sit. They talk about nonsense.

The cure, however, isn't as instant as they are in the movies and Eames is tired. He sits in a chair beside Arthur's bed and watches him argue with people in his sleep. Eventually he reaches for Arthur and takes the cold towel off of his forehead. He'll go rinse it out soon enough.

"You tell them, darling."

cw: some gore

[paradoxpoint]

The restless muttering continues before Arthur suddenly convulses with a suspiciously wet, garbled noise caught in his throat. His eyes roll up and he's clawing at his throat, tendons visibly rising against his brittle flesh as he starts choking on whatever it is that's rising up. His fingers actually manage to dig into the fissures all along his throat, flakes of skin disintegrating into the air and blood welling up underneath. The coughing is horrendous and wet, and it's honestly a miracle that he's not coughing up blood from how hard it's shaking his body.

text; un: rjb

[oversight]

A little birdie told me you were back in town.

[casuistic]

What a helpful little bird. Apparently I was away for quite some time. Have you gotten older, Blake?

[oversight]

I certainly haven't gotten younger. Did it feel like no time had passed?

text; un: point

[paradoxpoint]

It's late. Did the orcs get you, or are you safe?

video;

[casuistic]

[ Eames struggles to grab his device and yes, he sees the text and then accidentally hits video chat. For one heartstopping moment he thinks of hitting disconnect but then Arthur actually accepts the line and there they are, staring at each other.

Eames is completely dishevelled, hair a mess, a few red marks on his skin, one hand rubbing his eyes as he lays on the bed (not his bed). ]

Arthur, [ he says, then swallows, shifting onto his back so the man behind him moves out of focus and out of frame. ] Uh, hello.

Mmn'm good...

Duplicity // text

[monstermanual]

fine

[casuistic]

I'll bite: What's fine?

Duplicity // text

[monstermanual]

I left a form taped to your door, I need you to sign it when you get a chance.

Let's just pretend i bothered to code text font, can't be arsed from work, ok

[casuistic]

What's it about?

Duplicity | text

[paradoxpoint]

Do you have any objections to pets in the house?

[casuistic]

No. What did you have in mind?

text. un: hardsell

[oldhound]

[ backdated to 7/31. ]

with everything that's gone down, you still breathing? cause i'm barely managing.

[casuistic]

Still breathing, but not as easily as I should. Are you alright, mate?

text. j.baum. mid-dec

[knowyourexit]

i know it's not the safest during the day right now but can i come by later tonight?

[casuistic]

Yes, of course. Is everything alright?

from dup tdm

[paradoxpoint]

[continued from here]

Arthur's glad for the silence, because the bit of fatigue he'd shown in the bathroom definitely wasn't for show. He ends up closing his eyes and leaning his head back in his seat the entire ride back to Eames' place, quite obviously putting their safety in the Dom's hands for the moment.

[casuistic]

It's not a surprise at all. Arthur's been hanging on that stupid log for who knows how long before Eames came along. He fully considers putting Arthur to bed when they get to his apartment before having any discussions at all. But he will leave that for Arthur to decide.

The cab ride is a quiet one. Eames glares at the driver whenever they seem like they're about to say something. This isn't that kind of a ride, they're going away quietly and that's it. When they get to his building, he pays for the trip and holds the door open for Arthur. Same continues on their way up to his floor and even into the apartment.

When they close the door behind them, Eames ambles for the kitchen and gestures towards the sofa. "Take a seat, I'll bring you something to drink."

misfire text; un: stardust

[superweaponized]

[She unknowingly sends this attached image.]

text; after people figure out this door business

[falsify]

I'm assuming you and Arthur are heading home soon.