Ah Eames, you're already one of her favorite people, no bed to keep trying.
"Here," she sits up and reaches for the beside table. She picks up a leather bound journal, clearly made by hand, and much thicker than any modern journal would be. This she offers to him.
"Pick whatever you like. It's yours." Inside there are drawings upon drawings. There certainly ones of people already in her wall, like Zhas or Maglor. Most of them are of Arthur; studies of his hands, eyes , mouth, or snippets of expressions she's caught, gestures. There also be ones towards the end that include Eames. Nothing lewd, but definite moments of emotion; hand holding, shared looks, things like that.
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Date: 2016-12-03 01:12 am (UTC)"Here," she sits up and reaches for the beside table. She picks up a leather bound journal, clearly made by hand, and much thicker than any modern journal would be. This she offers to him.
"Pick whatever you like. It's yours." Inside there are drawings upon drawings. There certainly ones of people already in her wall, like Zhas or Maglor. Most of them are of Arthur; studies of his hands, eyes , mouth, or snippets of expressions she's caught, gestures. There also be ones towards the end that include Eames. Nothing lewd, but definite moments of emotion; hand holding, shared looks, things like that.