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here's some song lyrics / for eames
Arthur never invited Eames to Hillingdon to talk, even when it was strictly business, so he wonders what Eames must even think when he tells him that's what he wants to do. The fact is that the wall of research he's created is far too bulky to move home and it's central to the conversation. In the middle of the wall is a laminated map of London with faction lines and points of interest and notes written on it in his particularly elegant but messy scrawl. Around that is a mess of news articles and notes and information that might not even seem relevant at first glance, but Arthur has decided it belongs on the wall, so on the wall it goes. It helps him think, to lay it out like this, but so far it hasn't produced a whole lot of action on his part and that's why he's bringing in Eames.
His makeshift office is near the end of a hallway so he only has to pay off a couple hunters to stand watch and make sure no one listens in. Bounty hunters are particularly easy to motivate with money and he offers them enough to turn away anyone who tries to come that way but to let Eames walk through when he arrives. Until that point he stares at the wall and moves things around as if that'll help an outsider understand the "system" he has going here.
His makeshift office is near the end of a hallway so he only has to pay off a couple hunters to stand watch and make sure no one listens in. Bounty hunters are particularly easy to motivate with money and he offers them enough to turn away anyone who tries to come that way but to let Eames walk through when he arrives. Until that point he stares at the wall and moves things around as if that'll help an outsider understand the "system" he has going here.
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He frowns when he gets in the room, looking behind him when he closes the door and then to the board, folding his arms over his chest as he walks further in the room.
"If you're looking to try out an office sex fantasy, you might want to make it feel a little less like I'm walking to the slaughter."
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"I'm not, and you don't have to be dramatic," he says, sounding almost impatient already. "I just wanted to make sure no one would overhear us."
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"We're giving back the center."
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He doesn't want to think about Samantha getting the centre back and what that means though, instead gesturing to the board, "so what's this about?"
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Eames knows that better than him, but he's heard of what was in there. He has very little faith in Samantha's will to obey anyone and all the faith in her to keep at her agenda. "It's time to shut her down for good, and not just because our deal with the vampires won't last forever. If there's going to be any balance in this city, she can't be part of it, so if you're working on something I want to help. If not, it's time to start."
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It's not a solution, and he doesn't need Arthur to tell him that, but it's something. Something that gives him a little breathing room so he can think without it all being reactionary. Eames sighs and rubs the bridge of his nose, moving to perch on the edge of Arthur's desk with the sour expression of a man who's just having the worst time.
"I don't know what to do with her, not yet, but I'm about done playing by their rules."
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He shakes his head, "whatever it is has to be final, something she can't come back from."
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"It also has to be done without anyone getting caught," he says.
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"Half wish I could string her up in front of the Courts," he says with a sigh, "see how she fares with our laws."
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"I think it's better if it doesn't look like it came from the fae, if she suddenly disappears and there needs to be someone to blame."
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"Maybe it should be obvious if it's us."
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"What would you gain from that?"
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"Well that's very much the point, isn't it?" Eames says simply instead. Patiently waiting for whatever objections Arthur has to raise.
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"Is that what you want, long term?"
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He's fidgeting idly with one of Arthur's pens, ignoring the urge to start clicking it, and he gestures with it when he speaks like it's underlining the important parts of what he has to say.
"Do I want mortals to feel threatened by us? Not especially. But if that's what it takes, then it's what it takes."
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"I don't entirely disagree with you," he says, "I just want you to make sure you're thinking about the consequences of something like that. There's still progress you can make if we get Samantha out of the picture some other way."
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Eames pushes a hand through his hair, more than a little exasperated. The fact that it's showing this much should say a lot about how he's feeling about this.
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"Well, whatever you decide to do, I want to help."
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But that's for later, and Eames shakes his head, "just need to figure it out first."
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"Is there anything I can do to help right now?"
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For now though, he quirks an eyebrow and looks up at Arthur with a smirk, "where do we stand on the office sex?"
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The guys he hired to watch the door aren't that far down the hall, and he never trusts himself not to look horribly obvious after the act. So, he looks back at Eames and just shakes his head.
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"Sure you don't want to bend me over this desk?"
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"It's a different sort of fun," Eames counters, mostly just trying to get a bit of making out in here before he has to leave, but hey. If he can bring Arthur around on the office sex, that's really just a win for everyone.
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"Maybe for you," he says, his tone just barely above a murmur as he brings his hand up to the front of Eames' shirt.
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He's giving that less thought than mentally rearranging the rest of the day to free up his night though.
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"I have a desk at home," he says quietly, after another minute or so.
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Eames makes another pleased noise, lower this time, one that sits in his chest, and drops his hands to Arthur's ass. "I'll be over tonight then," he says. Presumptuous, maybe, but given the mood Arthur was in when he got here it also seems a fair assessment that he doesn't have any plans other than work.
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"In the meantime..." he lifts his chin in a gesture to the board, "was there anything else you wanted to talk about? While I'm here, you know."
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"I should let you get back to your work, in that case."
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"Let me know when you're on your way tonight," he says as he picks up a few papers from his desk.
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