To Continually Descend
Tuesday, December 13th, 2011He smelled like the cigarette he had that morning on the way to the coffee shop, a whiff of espresso mixed with the cologne he favored, a bit like hair wax but mostly like himself.
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secretly a reef rat
Monday, June 13th, 2011They were working a simple bait-and-extract, pulling corporate espionage on one company and feeding it to a competitor, when Arthur got a phone call.
by your name
Friday, March 18th, 2011So, although Eames went through every endearment he could successfully lob at Arthur, it was only part of their little dance, some extension of that irritation he had found so delightful in Arthur all those many years ago. Well, that and his arse, which had never ceased to engage. Arthur, in his own fashion, returned the endearments, with his particular emphasis on Eames’ name, with ‘Mr. Eames,’ with his ‘asshole’ and ‘fuckwad’ and ‘dicksmack.’ They provided a counterbalance to Eames’ ‘dear,’ ‘darling,’ ‘petal.’
always keep an edge on your knife, and other romantic notions
Friday, February 18th, 2011If there was one bloody idea Eames had learned from his stint in the Royal Marines, it was this: travel light, travel swift, and leave nothing behind.
Boy, had he bollocksed that last one up.
underfoot
Friday, February 18th, 2011"Don’t mind me," Eames said. "I’m not here to interrupt you."
comme une flèche
Friday, February 18th, 2011Eames slips in and out of Arthur's life like a memory, weeks or months or occasionally years between the times they have together.