i told myself i ain't gonna wait till i see elrond peredhel in full armor marching into battle for me to associate the great war by taylor swift with him.
“but that doesn’t mean I want it to be a habit”, eames says, smoothing down the crease in shirt that arthur could have sworn that wasn’t there today-yesterday- morning.
“one thing you lo-like about me is my competence, eames. and this is what it takes to be that sometimes”
“but you need to take it slow on other times, darling!”, eames snaps, finally dropping the nonchalant facade that he was failing to aim for. he resorts to smoothening down the wrinkles on the back of Arthur’s shirt, “you can’t expect everything to be alright while working all the time for and worrying yourself too much about everything that’s about the job”
“stop making such fuss about my shirt eames my shirt is fine!”
despite the head heart-ed swatting Eames keeps rubbing his palm up and down Arthur’s back, “yes darling , I really am worried about your shirt right now”
arthur sighs. “better my shirt creases than another surprise militarisation, isn’t it mr. Eames?”
the hand stills on Arthur’s back. “well, the wrinkles are not gonna matter if you are not around to wear them, arthur”, eames withdraws his hand and places it on arthurs cheek “nothing else is gonna matter if you are not around”