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"You know they say that there's still six to twelve minutes of brain activity after everything else is shutdown?" says Eames. "And a second of dream consciousness, right, well, that's infinitely longer than a waking second. Do you know what I'm saying?"

Arthur nods. "Oh, yeah, definitely." he says. "For example, I wake up and it's 10:12, and then I go back to sleep and I have those long, intricate, beautiful dreams that seem to last for hours, and then I wake up and it's ... 10:13."

"So then six to twelve minutes of brain activity," Eames continues, "that could be your whole life. You are that man looking back over everything."

Arthur considers this for a moment. "So what if I am?" he says, "Then what would you be in all that?"

"Whatever I am right now." Eames says. He smiles. "I mean, yeah, maybe I only exist in your mind but," He leans all the way forward, touching the point of his shoes to Arthur's. "I'm still just as real as anything else."
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23 October 2011 @ 04:48 pm

or: look at my life, look at my choices! i am fourteen and an idiot.

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06 November 2010 @ 07:42 am
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20 October 2010 @ 08:46 pm
my nine rides shotgun
pairing: eames/robert
rating: pg-13
words: 1131
summary: eames is robert's bodyguard. age difference, private school, high school politics and intrigue, oh my!
notes: once upon a time bronson and i were bored. co-written with the fabulous polyamorous mistress of fyeahinceptionships.

( Eames’ mouth is hot, sly, and his hands reach up to cup Robert’s sides, stroking his back and wrinkling his shirt as a sharp pull loosens Robert’s dress shirt from his trousers. )