I love everything about this fic, honestly. Your characterization, your tone, the scenario, the build-up, the sex itself; it's all amazing, really remarkably well-done and a true pleasure to read. I'm particularly fond of the way you write Eames and Arthur's interactions; the distinction between Arthur's composure and Eames's faintly absurd casualness is perfectly on-point, feels extremely in-character within the first few paragraphs, particularly when Eames is losing himself in a daydream about a particularly affectionate Arthur.
Your entire tone is utterly charming, truly, very funny in a way that is on-point with Eames in particular. I really like some of your phrases: 'tipping temptingly,' 'optimistically interpreted,' 'in a manner calculated to express marked disapproval,' 'glowing smugly'; you had me actually laughing out loud well before I made it to the, well, wing porn I started the fic for. "You can have a flaming sword if you feel it's appropriate," oh my god, I'm still laughing, this is amazing.
The entire description of the forest is inspired, as is Eames's reaction to it; I just keep grinning as I read through this, it's really delightful. I also really, /really/ love the way you describe Arthur's reaction to Eames's wings, and that you manage to make it abundantly clear well before Eames notices. Also I am just really wildly here for Arthur off-balance, like, that's my favorite part, I think, is how utterly shocked he goes.
"I think you should have sex with me," I barked this ridiculously loud laugh, oh my god, I love, and I love Cobb /and/ Arthur's reaction to this declaration, everyone is very on-point and very funny. And that Ariadne offers again, and GOD that line about Arthur 'filling the air' in front of Eames and then ANSWERING FOR HIM, and that Ariadne responds back to Arthur instead of Eames, this is my favorite thing.
"Stop looking like porn," bless, "You upset Arthur when you look like porn," I cannot take this, this is genius, I love. 'Smouldering pissed-off lust' is such a great description and such a great mental image, thank you so much for that. And I'm laughing, again, at 'leered, bless her,' it's so Eames to sound tender and affectionate at being ogled.
The entire paragraph about Eames's forging abilities is sincerely amazing; 'the solidest 6 on the Kinsey Scale,' 'once very nearly succeeded in forging a horse,' everything in this paragraph made me giggle.
'Which for Arthur nearly counted as lingerie,' whew, I bet, that would do it for me at least. And Eames as well, it seems. I like that Eames is watching Arthur's reflection rather than Arthur himself, that is very beautifully done. 'All that lovely tight defensiveness put up just for Eames to inveigle a path through,' wow, this is beautiful, oh man.
"Of course not," this line had me laughing out loud too, oh man this is so great. And Arthur relaxing into laughter, and then just /relaxing/, is beautiful and amazing. I really love this conversation about Arthur not really liking the forgeries, and how Eames can tell; I'm generally a fan of mirrors and reflections as a symbol, and it's beautifully done here.
Wow, this description of Arthur touching Eames's wings is. Arthur says it, right, it /should/ be stupid, you call this a crackfic yourself, but this is breathtaking and beautiful and lovely and very intense to real, it's amazing. And Arthur, "I'm having a crisis," what a self-aware thing to say, that's charming. And whew, 'hands as sure on Eames's body as they were on a gun,' I shivered, really, and then Arthur detailing all the times he thinks about fucking Eames is. W ow, oh my god. I love Eames's reaction, and I love that Arthur offers to go back to the surface, and holy shit Arthur talking about jerking off is fast and quick and really strikingly evocative, my god.
I love how awkward this is, honestly, that they fall and it's kind of a mess and would probably be a turnoff except that they are both a complete wreck and it doesn't even seem to slow them down. I cannot /believe/ Arthur /cuts Eames's shirt off/, sweet god, wow, what a thing. God, I love the pet names, too, it's really sweet and charming every time, and I /adore/ that Arthur just picks up Eames's teasing and runs with it, what a thing.
Lord. The entire sex scene is amazing, truly, your descriptions are hot and rushed and really perfectly descriptive. 'So he wouldn't come right down Arthur's long, elegant throat' good GOD, and ARTHUR'S RESPONSE, good GOD, what a thing. 'It's a good thing you could die in dreams without dying in reality' made me laugh, it's such a good combination of hot and funny, just like you manage perfectly through the rest of the fic. I love how far Arthur goes with the wing kink, that he's really turned on by Eames touching him with them and that he sucks on that feathers, that's /amazing/ and something I would have never even thought of.
'Marginally more dignified,' I laughed again, bless. I love that you mention Arthur's clothes, because that's part of it too, wow. Arthur's reaction is breathtaking, that he's all but /crying/ for Eames to be quiet because it's too much, I love it. 'Hope dimly that coming that hard wouldn't send him right out of the dream,' wow, I really do love the way you invoke the fact that they /are/ in a dream, with enough regularity that it feels beautifully cohesive and really immersive.
I really, really, rally love that Arthur /comes onto the wings/, it's. It's remarkably apt, for what you've set up, and I didn't see it coming and it really knocked me breathless.
'If he wanted Eames with the wings but not without' really hurt, in the best of ways, because it makes sense that Eames would come to that conclusion, and all the better because Arthur nearly immediately gets rid of that misconception. 'Deliberately lost track of where Arthur was' is remarkable too, it's a perfectly evocative description and I love that it takes effort for Eames to manage that.
"Wouldn't rip the soul raw and bloody from the chest of a fly," I laughed so hard, oh my gosh, and the way the mark reacts is a /gift/.
This is a really splendid fic, one of the best I have ever read for any fandom and any ship, hands-down. The setting might indeed be a bit cracky, but the execution is flawless and enjoyable so the memory of this fic lingers with me in the /very/ best of ways. Thank you so, so much.
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Your entire tone is utterly charming, truly, very funny in a way that is on-point with Eames in particular. I really like some of your phrases: 'tipping temptingly,' 'optimistically interpreted,' 'in a manner calculated to express marked disapproval,' 'glowing smugly'; you had me actually laughing out loud well before I made it to the, well, wing porn I started the fic for. "You can have a flaming sword if you feel it's appropriate," oh my god, I'm still laughing, this is amazing.
The entire description of the forest is inspired, as is Eames's reaction to it; I just keep grinning as I read through this, it's really delightful. I also really, /really/ love the way you describe Arthur's reaction to Eames's wings, and that you manage to make it abundantly clear well before Eames notices. Also I am just really wildly here for Arthur off-balance, like, that's my favorite part, I think, is how utterly shocked he goes.
"I think you should have sex with me," I barked this ridiculously loud laugh, oh my god, I love, and I love Cobb /and/ Arthur's reaction to this declaration, everyone is very on-point and very funny. And that Ariadne offers again, and GOD that line about Arthur 'filling the air' in front of Eames and then ANSWERING FOR HIM, and that Ariadne responds back to Arthur instead of Eames, this is my favorite thing.
"Stop looking like porn," bless, "You upset Arthur when you look like porn," I cannot take this, this is genius, I love. 'Smouldering pissed-off lust' is such a great description and such a great mental image, thank you so much for that. And I'm laughing, again, at 'leered, bless her,' it's so Eames to sound tender and affectionate at being ogled.
The entire paragraph about Eames's forging abilities is sincerely amazing; 'the solidest 6 on the Kinsey Scale,' 'once very nearly succeeded in forging a horse,' everything in this paragraph made me giggle.
'Which for Arthur nearly counted as lingerie,' whew, I bet, that would do it for me at least. And Eames as well, it seems. I like that Eames is watching Arthur's reflection rather than Arthur himself, that is very beautifully done. 'All that lovely tight defensiveness put up just for Eames to inveigle a path through,' wow, this is beautiful, oh man.
"Of course not," this line had me laughing out loud too, oh man this is so great. And Arthur relaxing into laughter, and then just /relaxing/, is beautiful and amazing. I really love this conversation about Arthur not really liking the forgeries, and how Eames can tell; I'm generally a fan of mirrors and reflections as a symbol, and it's beautifully done here.
Wow, this description of Arthur touching Eames's wings is. Arthur says it, right, it /should/ be stupid, you call this a crackfic yourself, but this is breathtaking and beautiful and lovely and very intense to real, it's amazing. And Arthur, "I'm having a crisis," what a self-aware thing to say, that's charming. And whew, 'hands as sure on Eames's body as they were on a gun,' I shivered, really, and then Arthur detailing all the times he thinks about fucking Eames is. W ow, oh my god. I love Eames's reaction, and I love that Arthur offers to go back to the surface, and holy shit Arthur talking about jerking off is fast and quick and really strikingly evocative, my god.
I love how awkward this is, honestly, that they fall and it's kind of a mess and would probably be a turnoff except that they are both a complete wreck and it doesn't even seem to slow them down. I cannot /believe/ Arthur /cuts Eames's shirt off/, sweet god, wow, what a thing. God, I love the pet names, too, it's really sweet and charming every time, and I /adore/ that Arthur just picks up Eames's teasing and runs with it, what a thing.
Lord. The entire sex scene is amazing, truly, your descriptions are hot and rushed and really perfectly descriptive. 'So he wouldn't come right down Arthur's long, elegant throat' good GOD, and ARTHUR'S RESPONSE, good GOD, what a thing. 'It's a good thing you could die in dreams without dying in reality' made me laugh, it's such a good combination of hot and funny, just like you manage perfectly through the rest of the fic. I love how far Arthur goes with the wing kink, that he's really turned on by Eames touching him with them and that he sucks on that feathers, that's /amazing/ and something I would have never even thought of.
'Marginally more dignified,' I laughed again, bless. I love that you mention Arthur's clothes, because that's part of it too, wow. Arthur's reaction is breathtaking, that he's all but /crying/ for Eames to be quiet because it's too much, I love it. 'Hope dimly that coming that hard wouldn't send him right out of the dream,' wow, I really do love the way you invoke the fact that they /are/ in a dream, with enough regularity that it feels beautifully cohesive and really immersive.
I really, really, rally love that Arthur /comes onto the wings/, it's. It's remarkably apt, for what you've set up, and I didn't see it coming and it really knocked me breathless.
'If he wanted Eames with the wings but not without' really hurt, in the best of ways, because it makes sense that Eames would come to that conclusion, and all the better because Arthur nearly immediately gets rid of that misconception. 'Deliberately lost track of where Arthur was' is remarkable too, it's a perfectly evocative description and I love that it takes effort for Eames to manage that.
"Wouldn't rip the soul raw and bloody from the chest of a fly," I laughed so hard, oh my gosh, and the way the mark reacts is a /gift/.
This is a really splendid fic, one of the best I have ever read for any fandom and any ship, hands-down. The setting might indeed be a bit cracky, but the execution is flawless and enjoyable so the memory of this fic lingers with me in the /very/ best of ways. Thank you so, so much.