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i've got this feeling i can't shake
[This gathering isn't anything special, especially not by the "standards" Eames has been discovering over these last few years, but it is one of those things where the Lord of Autumn should make an appearance. A lot of fae and various other types celebrating some minor thing that Eames can't even remember. The drinks are good though, and there is the odd familiar face he actually enjoys the company of.]
[It's all just... Fine. Except for one thing, a fae who is absolutely stunning, unabashedly inhuman, somebody Eames would certainly love to take home were it a different time. But she's not interested in him by the looks of it anyway. During the latter half of the evening, he catches glimpses of her with Arthur, and he could brush off the flirting if it weren't for the way he could see it being reciprocated.]
[It becomes steadily harder to ignore, glances become hard stares with a clenched jaw for lingering moments, barely paying attention to whatever conversation he's found himself in. Entirely more interested in this display he's witnessing.]

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[He sighs softly, eyes falling closed, head leaning into Arthur's touch.]
You're right, I can't change this. And even if I could, it wouldn't exactly be instantaneous. So I'll have to learn to live with it.]
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I need another smoke.
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[He sits up and pats Arthur's chest for emphasis. Looks like they'll have to find a compromise.]
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[His tone carries an inherent warning that the smoking takes any precedence over Eames' need for comfort or affection as he gets up in search of that pack Eames had earlier.]
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[Besides if this is how it's going to be, he's absolutely stealing another one and he has no remorse for it.]
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