vampire trash? me?

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[It's been on his mind a lot over the last few weeks, the idea of becoming a vampire. Partially because he's looking older than Arthur these days, and if he lets that go on too long it's going to get pretty weird, but moreover he just feels ready]

[Anxious as fuck, but ready.]

[The idea of it is terrifying — he'd gone to Mal for an explanation of the finer details rather than worry Arthur with his questions, seeing as she's actually done it before and Arthur hasn't — the idea that he could just... Die. It's not one that sits easy with Eames. He rather likes being alive, in fact half the point of becoming a vampire is to keep being alive, for a stretch on the word, forever.]

[So he's been dealing with that a lot, pretending otherwise whenever Arthur notices him being distant or pensive so he can work out his feelings on this without any outside influence. He knows Arthur wouldn't be mad if he changed his mind, it's a huge change to undertake, but it's not that he might not want this so much as wondering if the risks are really worth it.]

[They are.]

[But now they need to talk about it, so Eames is psyching himself up to do exactly that. Offered to stay in and make dinner while Arthur's off doing his errands to give himself some time alone to think about it. Maybe making some significant progress on a bottle of wine to calm his nerves, maybe it'll slow him down enough Arthur won't realise how keyed up he is the second he gets home.]

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Arthur, I've spent years thinking about this. About what I'd miss, how I might change. Making sure the reasons I want this aren't all tied up in that handsome guy I live with.

[He's still frowning, mostly because this is serious, and he shakes his head with another sigh.]

I'm sure.

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[It's a struggle not to grill Eames on all of those things, so Arthur steps away to get a wine glass for himself and pour a generous helping. He has to cycle through a lot of other stuff before he finally arrives at the most logical next question.]

When do you want to do it?

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If you're still... Willing. I can wait for you.

[He looks up at Arthur a little hesitantly, suddenly aware that Arthur might not even want to do this. It's different in theory to in practice, the idea of changing someone so fundamentally. It's a huge thing.]

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[Arthur blows out a breath hard through his nose, staring down into his wine glass for a moment before he takes a swig. There are so many things that could go wrong, and so many irreversable consequences that he’s not sure he can deal with yet. He looks around the room for a little while, cycling through a few more thoughts that need to be dismissed as he accepts what’s going to happen.]

I just need some time. I need to make sure I’m ready to do this.

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[Eames nods and rests his hand on Arthur's arm, a bit of an attempt to give it a soothing rub.]

That's fine, I understand.

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[Arthur glances at the hand on his arm and then after a moment’s hesitation he looks up at Eames’ face. Another moment passes and he comes back into Eames’ space, resting a palm lightly on his chest.]

I’ll need at least a week just to make sure I’ve had enough of this.

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[Eames laughs softly and drapes his arms over Arthur's shoulders.]

How about I make spending time with you my first priority this week?

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[Arthur hums and noses at Eames’ face, resting his forehead against Eames’ forehead.]

You should make yourself the first priority. I don’t want you to go into immortality wishing you had spent one more day on the beach.

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I'm sure I could find a way if I really wanted.

[He noses back at Arthur's face, closing his eyes with a sigh.]

You're right.. I'll think about it in the morning.

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[Arthur sighs and rubs Eames' chest.]

I know you've been thinking about it for a while but please don't rush into this. Take a trip if you have to, just don't take this last little bit for granted.

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I know, I know.

[There's nothing big he wants to do, but little things he'll miss, he should indulge in them before he can't anymore. Even if it's just taking a couple of days off to go somewhere a little sunnier.]

[He sighs again and pushes off the counter to be a little closer to Arthur.]

Like I said, I'll think about it in the morning. I'm about two thirds through this bottle of wine on an empty stomach, I'm not planning any trips right now.

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Okay.

[Arthur sighs again and wraps his arm around Eames' waist to lean against him in a loose hug. He sure is going to miss this body heat.]

What did you make for dinner?

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Just a lasagne.

[He says it like it's not fancy as fuck, but it's kind of the last thing on his mind right now.]

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[Arthur idly rubs Eames' back for a moment, gaining a whole new appreciation for the pulse underneath his skin, and then he pulls away.]

We should eat, then. I could definitely stand to catch up with you on the wine, at least.

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Should just be another ten minutes or so.

[Eames sighs when Arthur pulls back, a hand lingering on his shoulder.]

Or I can probably take it out now if you're hungry. It's not like it'll be undercooked.

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No I can wait.

[He takes another long gulp of wine and then takes Eames' hand, brushing his thumb over his knuckles. He's still processing all of this and as much as he'd just like to indulge in the time they have there are still a million things running through his head and they're basically impossible to filter out.]

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[Wine will probably help. It's what Eames has been using anyway. He smiles at Arthur's hand in his and lifts it so he can kiss Arthur's knuckles.]

I could also turn it off and we can go have a quick roll around in bed.

[He raises his eyebrows and grins at Arthur. He's maybe 80% joking, but he'll do it if Arthur says yes.]

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[Arthur raises his eyebrows right back at him, but it's a tired sort of surprise.]

Is that you talking or the wine?

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Yes.

[Grin.]

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[Arthur lets out a soft laugh and glances in the general direction of the bedroom.]

Okay, but I am getting a little hungry, so we should be quick.

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I'm pretty sure I can get you off in ten minutes.

[He puts his glass down and turns to look at the oven, electing to turn it down instead. When he turns back to face Arthur, it's with zero preamble that he grabs his arm (gently) to drag him to bed.]

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[Arthur glances at the food with a worried expression but he lets Eames pull him with no resistance or argument.]

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[Eames doesn't waste any time. The second they're in the bedroom, he's pulling off his shirt and pushing Arthur towards the bed.]

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[Arthur gets to work on his own shirt, though at a lazier pace than Eames.]

What did you have in mind?

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Just something fast and easy.

[Once Arthur's on the bed, Eames is there straddling his hips and working his pants open.]

We can do something a little more involved later.

[If he's not too drunk.]