unconventionaltechniques | Arthur and Eames

Arthur and Eames have been partners for longer than they've been with the organization. Both started out as criminals in two different fields, but the word of dream sharing brought them together. Arthur, a brilliant tactician, and Eames, a forger in every sense and meaning of the word, started out almost adversarial. One crisp and sharp with a military precision and the other messy and wild and dangerous in other ways they found it interesting to work with one another, to say the least.

In the end though they learned that friction between them was all about attraction and once they opened up to one another, the world for them changed.

Now they've walked away from dream share to work for an organization that keeps America safe, protects its people, and lets them do what they do best. Subvert criminals by twisting the law.

Everyone knows they're not just partners in the work sense but in every sense. In love. Devoted to one another. Able to read the other without a word, Barely with even a look. They're not as tightly wound as some in the Ravens, and certainly cause a lot of trouble in different ways, but they're good at what they do... and they're feared by those that know the truth of who and what they are.

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"Of course."

There's no hesitation there, and he'd known it would be the answer. It is the same he would give about nearly anything; he needs to talk to Arthur. That is always the answer.

"Oh definitely. It will create things. The mind and the trauma. It could also be the added trauma that you were then separated from him. You may have been under for part of it, but your mind knows and it could be acting on that as well."

Ex nods as he considers what Eames is saying. "That makes sense," he says finally.

"Well, if we do this, you both better dress warm. Can't promise what my mindscape is like," he muses after wandering over to another of Eames' paintings on display.

"I admire talent like yours. Unless you count firearms and torture, not sure I have an artistic bone in my body," he says dryly.

Despite himself, and maybe not in keeping with their talk, Eames can't help but to laugh. "Our last job, professionally, we ended up in a tundra. It wasn't armed and ready for us, but it was definitely not my liking," he admits with a wrinkle of his nose. "I prefer warmer climes, myself."

Oh but Eames beams at that, because obviously Ex has found the way to his heart. "Thank you. Wait until you see what I do with documents. I'm a virtuoso if it involves forging anything." He pauses only a moment before adding. "Torture is an artform though and I am betting you're a master at it."

Ex chuckles. "I can see it," he says. Eames gave off that vibe of preferring warmer climates than anything cold. "It didn't bother me much before all of this but now I definitely prefer the warmer weather."

He's going to have to compartmentalize it all once they return to active and he knows that. He'll have to adjust to whatever fucking climate zone they're dropped off in and get over it. But he knows that the cold will just exacerbate the coldness he feels in his bones.

Pushing that aside temporarily, he spots the beaming smile. "Now that is handy to know," he admits. It was always good to know someone who was handy with documents. He can't help the smirk. No one should say they're a master of torture and yet, here they were. "We've had to become masters."

"Maybe one day we'll become close enough to invite you to Mombasa."

It's said so casually but it's also something that is important to Eames. Yet he could see that his near death experience had done a lot to Ex and he needs someone there for him. Someone beyond Meridian. He suspects that Meridian needs it as well. They'll see though.

"It is, isn't it? I did art because I love it. I do documents because of how useful it is, and I love knowing others get through borders and pass inspections. Helps getting weapons so many places," he says with a laugh.

"That isn't a bad thing, being masters of that. Not in our business."

Even the mention of inviting them out caused Ex's eyebrows to raise in surprise but there was a little smile that tugged on his mouth. "Maybe one day," he agrees. "We've only been in that neck of the woods a few times over the years. It'd be nice to visit again."

He liked the life he led with Mere. Now that everything's changed, he loved this closeness he had with his partner. But he also liked the idea of having these two as friends if nothing else. Someone that they could count on should things go tits up.

Ex chuckles. "Having an additional contact to help get weapons in and out of places is very handy," he muses, looking at him with a grin. "Don't be surprised if you hear from us."

He nods in agreement. "That's for damn sure." He pauses. "Thanks for having us over, Eames."

"It was one of my favorite places before we started this work, but I can admit now that was because I was hiding out. I needed to avoid the world where a friend wasn't anymore and it allows you to be free of the rest of the world. No one looks for you there."

He pauses, giving a fond smile as his gaze seems to track to where Arthur is. "Well, most don't."

That reassurance makes him smile wider and focus on Ex. "I hope to hear from you. Now come, on, let's go find the other two and see what they're destroying for fun and entertainment."

"But he found you, didn't he," Ex asks when Eames' gaze goes elsewhere and allows a little smile. He knows that Mere is the only one that always knows where to find him and he never once hides his location from his partner. Mere may have never been to Atlanta with him but he never hides that he's there from him.

He chuckles low. "I have no doubt you will."

Even as Eames says finding the other two, he hears a 'Marco' from somewhere in the house. "Looks like they're finding us first."

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