I’m here for a bit? Does anyone want to rp?
Maybe I’ll rp a little on this blog? Oh hi. Does anyone want any quick, fun rps with Arthur?
It’s been a really long time, sorry! I just… yah, I had to unfollow a lot of people cause they just made my tumblr experience depressing. Anyways. Here, there… might be around more often? Not sure… I’ll see how tonight goes and head from there.
So if anyone is interested please ask! If we’ve rp’d or not, doesn’t matter to me : ) just send me an ask.
Arthur knitted his eyebrows together at the other, watching the hand raise to his cheek and smooth over his face. There was a concerning expression haunting his face as he tried to work out just what Eames was getting at.
"I said I was fine," the brunette mumbled, turning his face away and looking across the room. He felt a bit exposed standing there with Eames having caught his false bravo; he wasn’t one to talk about his feelings or express himself openly.
"Did you come to get your dick wet or what?" The point man tsked, turning away and walking to the fridge, out of arm’s reach of the forger. Maybe the company would do him good; he wasn’t use to spending more then a week by himself at this rate, having been in Cobb’s company for years now at every turn. Maybe he didn’t want to scare Eames off just yet.
"Sorry, I’m a little on edge."
Eames knew it was irrational to feel hurt right now. Arthur was being Arthur: defensive about the suggestion of feelings and highly out of whack. So he lowered his hand and shoved it into his pocket and nodded. “I see that. What can I do to help?”
He used to be so good at reading people and while Arthur’s unease was evident to him, fuck if he knew what to do. Everything that popped up in his head to try led him to Arthur pulling further away and ending their arrangement. And that damn arrangement was the only way he got to see Arthur even a little undone.
He stalked closer to the fridge but stopped a foot away from Arthur. “You won’t tell me will you? Won’t or can’t tell me what you need right now. I’ll do it, Arthur, you know you can trust me with that, yeah?”
Arthur stared blank face into the fridge before him, trying to think of something he could need some the ice box. He wasn’t hungry, or thirsty, but he felt foolish having attempted to distract himself from the situation. He grabbed the cooler or water regardless, the jug half empty as he shut the door and set it on the counter top.
"Look Eames, I don’t know how else to spell this out to you, I said I was alright. I just need to tie up some loose ends with everything… and that’s that." He let out a heavy sigh, lying through his teeth. He had wrapped everything up weeks ago, with ease as well. Sato had made it easy for him to do, and they had had month to prep before the job. It truly was some kind of withdrawal.
"I trust you enough, Eames, I just really don’t need anything. If you wanted to stop pestering, that would be ideal."
forgerextraordinaire said:[text] arthur?
forgerextraordinaire said:[text] arthur?
[ooc] Roleplay blog for Newt from Pacific Rim. I do not claim to be Newt, Charlie Day or to own any…
also if people would like, I have a Newt Geiszler RP account now.
If anyone wants to follow.
This is a public apology. I’ve been gone for a long time, a month I think. Part of me want to apologize and the other part knows I needed to take this time off.
Let me give you guys a little explanation. This account was started last September and over the course of 11 months Arthur and myself both have had their hearts broken about 6 times. That gets kinda rough after a while.
I know people have lives and other things in their lives and I blame no one!
But from going from a very intimate relationship as well as mun talking to other mun almost daily to be ignored almost completely is hard to deal with. So I had to start from scratch, had to clear my head and become okay with all of this and not let it weigh down on me.
So I’m back, not sure if to stay, but I’m willing to rp with people— start up where I left off or whatever you like.