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Yusuf ([personal profile] diastereomer) wrote2015-05-15 01:12 pm

he became crystalized


 




I put all my genius into my life; I put only my talent into my works
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[personal profile] signatures 2012-04-30 05:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ He's had this photo ever since the day they rained from the sky in vast amounts - though it seemed the focus of the day was mostly on rather unflattering pictures of himself that kept cropping up. It's not that Eames particularly minded them for the subject matter, but rather than they were old things - ten, twenty years ago that had no business being in other people's hands, even if they weren't of any particular scenes or important events. They were still, however, of himself; things he didn't want others to see, though with the way they'd come up on the network several times, there was nothing to be helped. He'd kept some for himself for a few days before throwing them all out, except for this particular one that Yusuf hasn't been home from the lab long enough to bring up, or when he is here he's resting, and Eames doesn't want to disturb the man when he seems to have found some sort of rhythm to his work.

But Yusuf appears to be taking the day off for one reason or another and so it's as good of a time as any, creaking his way down the stairs with heavy footfalls to announce his presence. Yusuf doesn't seem to be in the lab area or in his bedroom, though, and it's only afterward that he sees the light coming from underneath the bathroom door. The shower isn't running and the ventilation isn't on, so Eames tries the knob and, finding it unlocked, twists it and opens the door wide.
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Yusuf isn't there some sort of ethical code of not snogging with your coworkers?

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[personal profile] clip 2012-05-19 01:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ WHY USE DOORS WHEN THERE ARE WINDOWS ]
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[personal profile] signatures 2012-06-27 01:11 am (UTC)(link)
are you really satisfied with the job at starks ?
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[personal profile] boutant 2012-07-02 07:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's past midnight when she heads down the stairs, Biscuit trailing after her because she didn't shut the door in time and didn't have the heart to shoo him out. Her mother's gone, Fred and George are gone, Abi is gone -- and with them went Ginny, both the older version with baby James and the younger version that has grown to be one of Ariadne's closest friends within the City. Stephen vanished a few days prior, Jerry's been gone for the month, and before them were others -- Nathan, Dawn, Simon, Janine, Lily, Harry. Eames, Steve, and Tony have come back and remembered; Natasha has come back and doesn't remember a thing. She's tired, mentally more than anything else; twenty-four years old and yet thanks to the City she's seen and experienced more than most people ever will.

It's the same back home, in a way, the crew having opened her eyes and her mind to something she can never forget and never wants to. She still loves bending the environment of the dream to her will, but now she's ran through a field as a cheetah and has seen real magic at work. She's held conversations with a pterosaur and has met comic book heroes. Usually it doesn't weigh so heavily on her, but seeing some of those faces again... tonight, it does. So she heads down the steps, Biscuit immediately going to find Rhada wherever she is while Ariadne pauses. She's not exactly sure what she's doing or why she's doing it. She just knows that Yusuf hasn't left, that curses keep pushing them together, and that she's tired but doesn't really want to sit in her room listening to the clock tick away anymore than she already has. ]


Hey-- are you awake?