something to hide || for warisfair

[mistereames]

[ooc: the beginning of this thread/the reason this post actually exists: erik v. war]

*Eames is an anxious man. It's highly unlikely for him to make it one day without panicking about something, whether it be work or self or War related. He tries to control the stress by gambling, smoking, and occasionally drinking himself silly. (None of the above are particularly healthy and all of the above are annoyingly inconsistent.) Since War came into his life, he's had less time to maintain said habits; and kissing when you taste like smoke isn't always fun for the other party. Sure, War indulges from time to time with a cigarette or a glass of whiskey, but he isn't like Eames (used to be).

He's quiet about everything. Eames isn't sure he can describe him as 'secretive', because he is able to get things out of him. Also, he's War. Every time he has a hissy fit, the whole damn world knows. There are many, many things Eames doesn't know about his "boyfriend". A lot of good ones (his favorite anything) and lot of bad ones, he's sure. He doesn't know if War actually enjoys smoking or drinking or kissing. It could all be an act.

He's is far from surprised to find himself alone late on a Saturday night. This happens often. But he still worries. He still waits.*

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[warisfair]

*War can barely walk. The broken ribs and bruises littering his body from Erik make it increasingly painful to move and he briefly wonders if he's going to die out on the streets. It'd be a pity because he wouldn't get to see Eames' face again and the suit he's wearing is one of his favorites.

But it slowly comes back to him that he's War and he focuses what little energy he has left on fixing his broken jaw so he can at least talk if anyone asks questions. It hurts like hell but... hey, he's been there. It's something he's used to.

He knows that he has two choices he should be making. He should either be a) heading to a hospital or b) going to Eames but he can't bring himself to either at that exact moment. Whether from stubbornness or the pain, he's not sure. All he knows is that there's too much pain to do anything but move to a bench and sit for a while.

A while turns into four hours. War isn't sure whether he's blacked out or not but somehow four hours has passed and he's feeling a little less pain and a lot more numb. Now is the time to make a decision. He could easily disappear. Never see Eames again. Why should he put the man through this sort of ordeal? The horrid truths that come with being involved with War. It's not fair to the man. He deserves happiness, not a life of being pulled down by being involved with someone that the world hates.

But, War can't just leave Eames without a word. The man deserves goodbye. War does lov-- War does possibly, slightly care a tiny bit for the man so he should at least say goodbye.

And that's why he drags his broken and bruised body all the way to Eames'. He's out of breath and can barely lift his hand to knock on the door but he gets it done and then promptly falls to his knees, his head spinning and vision going blurry again.*