The final posting day for ae_match
was yesterday, and damn but that snuck up on me fast. So this past weekend has been ca-razy amounts of writing: my drabble for ae_ldws
and the last bit of Greater than Want, Deeper than Need (see next post). And, because I actually really like pressure (a lot of pressure), I decided to write another entry for the match at the 11th hour. Well, okay, more like the 10th hour. I think I wrote this with two hours left to go before the deadline.
ALSO! You guys, this match was fucking amazing. I can't believe how much was produced, and the quality still blows my mind. I'm so proud of both teams.
So anyway, here: have a bit of angst over at the original post
or here below the cut. Don't worry; I managed to exceed my tolerance for relationship-based angst, so in this one Eames and Arthur find comfort in each other.Prompt(s)
: HomeWord Count
: PG (for references to death)Warnings
: (Canon) Character DeathSummary
: The day of Mal’s funeral, Arthur heads home, finding that safe places aren’t places; they’re people.A/N
: A special thanks to countrypixie1
who cheerleads, validates me, and whose suggestion it was to write the whole Eames section, which was, in retrospect, the missing piece in this little fic.( Safe Places )