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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[Eames turns his body toward Arthur, ostensibly just paying attention to his boyfriend here, but mostly it's just so he can focus on Arthur and try to block out everything else.]

God-- I can smell them.

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Mmhmm.

[He lifts his thumb off the back of the chair just to give Eames' back a little reassuring brush, smirking a little.]

You can imagine now what it was like for me whenever I was hungry and stuck at your apartment.

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I told you to keep blood in my fridge and you thought it was "too weird".

[He rolls his eyes as he talks, but it's good-natured and he has a smile on his face at the same time.]

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[Arthur laughs softly.]

It was.

[He drops his free hand to Eames' knee to give it a brief and affectionate rub.]

Can you smell everything else going on in here as well?

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[Eames bows his head and closes his eyes, taking a deep breath while he tries to filter through the scents in the room and everything else trying to grab his attention.]

[Then he wrinkles his nose in disgust and looks up at Arthur like he's been personally betrayed.]

Well, I can smell the bathrooms pretty clearly.

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[Arthur wrinkles his nose too and laughs.]

Don't go that far. What about the expensive whiskey behind the bar?

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It's so hard to ignore now.

[He huffs a deeply put-upon sigh and closes his eyes again, the thought that a directional sense of smell would be useful briefly going through his head as he tries to find the smell of whiskey through all the noise. It takes him a little longer than it took to find the bathroom, but knowing what he's looking for helps.]

[After some time, he furrows his brow and looks up at Arthur again.]

How much is that? It smells good.

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One-fifty a bottle, I think. She certainly charges enough by the glass.

[Arthur glances over at the bar to receive a look from the bartender, which he returns with a wry smile.]

Sometimes it's nicer to focus on another smell, try picking that apart to distract yourself.

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[Eames hums softly in understanding and keeps trying to focus on that instead of anything that might make him act out.]

There's a lot of stuff.

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There is. It's not about itemizing the bar, just about... not focusing in on the one thing you can't have, even if it's the first thing that hits you. Sometimes it's going to feel like you can't live without it, but as long as you keep yourself somewhat fed that isn't actually true. You'll make it another few hours if that's how long it takes us to get home and heat up something from the fridge.

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[Eames nods in understanding and repeats the important parts of that in his head, as much as he wants it right now, he can wait. It'll be fine. His lips pull up in a slight smirk after a moment or two though, and he puts his hand over Arthur's.]

You know, you smell really good.

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[Arthur laughs softly again, glancing away, a little bashful. He manages to speak in a tone that's just mildly curious.]

Do I?

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Yeah.

[He only lays on the flirtatiousness for another moment before he tilts his head in thought, considering it more fully.]

Maybe it's because I'm already so familiar with your smell, so it's... Comforting.

[He pauses, and before it gets too serious, he adds:] Or maybe it's because you keep stealing my shower gel.

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[Arthur might be blushing if he had the bloodflow to do it, but he laughs bashfully enough to get the point across, looking down at his lap.]

Well, maybe I use your shower gel because it reminds me of the way you smell.

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Eventually we're just going to end up smelling the same then.

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[Arthur shakes his head with a slightly bashful smile.]

Everyone has a unique smell to them, I find. It’ll always be there underneath whatver products they’ve put on.

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So I still smell like me, even when you come on my face and say it was an accident?

[Obviously a genuine inquiry what are you suggesting]

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[Arthur glances around in mild panic because he knows other people heard that and hisses back at him.]

That actually was an accident.

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Mmhm.

[He doesn't believe it but he's looking pretty pleased with himself regardless.]

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[Arthur gives Eames a look to indicate that they can talk about this later.]

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[Eames grins back at him, but he'll leave it. He's already had his fun.]

Why don't we get some of that expensive whiskey, hm? I think we're very much in the celebration phase of this whole thing.

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I guess we are.

[Arthur almost gets up from the table but thinks better of it and stops just in time to make it look like he's shifting in his seat. He catches the bartenders eye instead and beckons her over so he can ask for a couple glasses of the expensive whiskey. She seems quite amused by the both of them, which isn't great for Arthur, but he knows she won't gossip about him and hopefully they'll continue their mutually respectful relationship.]

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[He hadn't even considered the fact that most of the people in here can probably hear them, not until he catches the look on her face, to which Eames' response is to smile sweetly as if he's never done or said anything awful in his life.]

[When she goes back to the bar, Eames leans toward Arthur and lowers his voice a little, putting a hand on his thigh in a gesture of affection.]

Thank you.

[He hasn't forgotten about the humans in the back, but focusing on Arthur makes it... Easier. That desire to rush across and drain them both dry is less persistent than it was when they walked in.]

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[Eames' hand on him and the tone of his voice ground him a little, pushing out all his thoughts of being mortified and leaving him feeling just happy. He leans in a little too and picks up his glass, holding it up.]

Cheers.

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Cheers.

[He grins and clinks his glass against Arthur's and shifts to sit a little closer to him with a soft sigh.]