drear | i will sail to the far shore

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i will sail to the far shore

[ Los Angeles is a city of easy prey, and that's nice, when he's not feeling up to a chase or trying to find new ways of getting close to Naoto. Not only that, it's where Heine lives.

At first he really thought the guy was fucking his beloved "sister". Continued denials and his own sniffing around have put that thought to rest, and then brought to light a new fact: Heine's pretty easy, too. It probably helps that he knows Magato has no interest in fame or fortune for himself. All Magato really wants is the fucking around—in all meanings of the phrase.

Speaking of fucking around, there's that one guy walking into the bar... Eames, if he remembers correctly. Sorta famous, sorta not, whatever. He definitely has a thing for Snowflake.

So of course Magato turns from where he's sitting at the bar and raises one hand in a lazy wave, fingers curling toward his palm. ]

Fancy seeing you tonight. You come here often?

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[ Heine takes the bottle, barely looking over before he pops the top open, already engrossed in the music. ]

The lines coming into the second bridge could use something more. Tension or energy before the resolution.

[ Finally turning back towards Eames Heine takes a swig of the drink. ]

What do you think?

I'm a big fan of air horns for energy.

[Eames joked, settling back down in his seat as he started nursing his drink, watching Heine's face with a small smile.]

But I have to admit, I'm a bit surprised you don't hate it all. Before you used to be so critical.

[ While Eames smiles, Heine doesn't quite return the expression. He looks back at Eames, holding his gaze while he drinks. ]

What, would you prefer if I said everything I didn't like first?

[ Despite the retort, Heine follows it up with a quieter statement. ]

I never thought you were bad.

I was always a bad news first sort.

[The quiet admission though, did draw him up short. He took a small drink to buy him time, nodding his slightly as he mulled over that information. He knew Heine hadn't thought he was atrocious, but in the beginning, it had been mostly barbs and no positive feedback. It hadn't bothered him back then, because how could you be an artist nowadays with a thin skin, but to hear that was... nice.]

Thanks.

[Then, clearing his throat loudly so they could get back to work, he leaned forward slightly.]

Let's go over your suggestions then. And don't hold back.

[ Bad news first sort. Heine agrees, himself, but something about the way Eames accept the praise with obviously genuine feeling takes Heine aback.

He takes another long swig of his drink. ]

Yeah, okay.

[ Turning back to the screen, Heine starts to step through the suggestions. He has specifics and a few more open-ended tips. After wrapping up Heine leans back in his seat, resting the bottom of his bottle on his hip. ]

So what are you planning?

[As always, Heine's advice was rather pointed and blunt, but at least he offered good solutions for the weaknesses he found instead of just biting barbs. After having worked with a few other producers in the business, Eames had realized that the better ones would be able to not just find out what was wrong with a song, but how to fix it. Heine had spoiled him into thinking it was an industry standard when it was, in fact, not.

He made mental notes for his suggestions to work on later when Heine stopped him short with the question. He took a drink to drain the rest of his beer, shrugging as he got up.]

For the music? Or for tonight?

[The last was asked with a pointed expression, one eyebrow raised.]

[ Heine doesn't have much time to drink, between the suggestions, so he takes his time drinking during and after Eames' question. ]

...for the music.

[ Tonight is much riskier than music. ]

[The answer was expected but nevertheless a bit disappointing, and Eames had to laugh, settling back in his seat.]

My agent says I should do a full album and go on tour promoting it and everything. I have maybe five songs at the moment I feel could be put on an album after some serious work, but the rest...

[He waved a hand, as if to say 'it'll happen as it happens'.]

If you can get something out in the next couple of months, you'll ride the publicity of the show airing.

[ The last few episodes had broadcasted a while back, but Eames would still have time. That fame had never seemed to be his goal, though. Heine eyes him more directly before speaking again. ]

You're not in a rush.

I'd rather put out something I'm proud of than something that will sell well.

[Which was his agent's biggest reason to drink, but it wasn't as if Eames wasn't still making relatively decent money. He shrugged, toying with the bottle in his hands.]

My channel is doing well so I can always promote through that.

Yeah? [ Ah, his channel. Nill mentioned something about it when Heine told her he was going to fly over. What was it she said..? ]

I'm not worried about your future.

[ Whatever. Eames is smart, he'll find a way. ]

I'm sure you'll be fine.

That makes two of us, then.

[Eames beamed, before nudging at Heine leisurely with his knee.]

What about you? What are your plans?

[ Eames has calmed down, and relaxed, moreso. Heine remains where he is as relaxed as he can be when they'd just started talking again. ]

I don't know yet. Finish work here, go back to LA. They're starting production on a new season soon.

[ Next to Eames he feels a bit directionless. It was fine, before. Magato didn't have anything he was working towards, except maybe pissing Naoto off.

Well. Maybe he should change that. ]

I should probably look for some more work that isn't sitting in a chair and listening to shitty amateurs.

[Eames had to laugh slightly at Heine's completely blase response, shaking his head slightly.]

You should. Your talents are being wasted on that show, not that I'm complaining mind, but are you still having fun doing it?

It's entertaining most of the time. [ Heine shrugs. He doesn't need the money right now, either, but it's a nice bonus. ]

Think you'll watch the next season?

It depends. Are there going to be people worth watching? Other than yourself of course.

[Despite going on the show, Eames hadn't been able to really watch his season, and he wasn't sure if he could watch the next. He'd probably end up doing so, but he'd prefer to hear about it directly from the source.]

Ariadne's there.

[ Heine offers that with a small smirk. ]

If you don't think it's interesting then don't waste your time on it.

That reminds me, you two should definitely have a bet as to who will win. It'd be interesting.

[And Eames wasn't living vicariously, nope. He hummed thoughtfully at that, shrugging.]

Maybe I just like the season I was on the best. It seems hard to top that.

Interesting enough for you to watch?

[ Heine's teasing, though; he's not that desperate for Eames to watch a partially faked reality show he happens to be on. ]

You did pretty well. You even improved.

Maybe, but my money would be on Ariadne. She's nicer to her contestants and she knows how to motivate them.

[Eames paused, eyes widening slightly.]

That must be the second compliment you've paid me tonight. Are you feeling all right?

I'm fine.

[ Heine stops with the rim of the bottle at his lips. Looking at Eames doesn't hurt so much anymore, and he's glad that he tried, after all the drama and all the issues. ]

...I did miss you. [ With a short shrug, Heine moves and folds into himself, setting both of his elbows on his knees. ] Not just sleeping with you.

[Eames had no problem getting up on stage wearing ridiculous outfits ( most of the time he even encouraged them ). He rarely felt stage fright, and more than one person had told him he should learn the definition of the word embarrassment. He couldn't say he had many fears, but this... Admitting that he had missed Heine too when Heine had already hurt him without knowing he'd had that power... It was enough to make him pause.

He dropped his gaze, throat suddenly tight, his hands twisting together.]

Same here.

[The admission was soft, and as if to take away from it, he glanced up, grinning slightly.]

Though you did miss that too, I imagine.

Well, yeah. [ That lightens things up. Which is good. Heine snorts softly, shrugging like that can push off the feelings before he sits back again.

But. But. Heine opens his mouth to talk again, slowly. ]

I should head back. Are you doing anything tomorrow?

[That got a small laugh out of Eames, and while he wasn't opposed to leaning in, to make up for lost time, but there was something nice about knowing that this wasn't going to disappear just after tonight. He shrugged when Heine asked about his plans, grinning.]

Probably cleaning and working on music. If you want to drop by, just let me know.

[He got up languidly, nodding.]

I'll walk you out.

I'll text you to make sure you're done cleaning up this mess.

[ He's joking, mostly. But seriously, it's pretty gross.

After Eames walks him out, Heine says goodbye to him at the door, having called a car to take home. As he promised, Heine texts Eames the next day before thinking about going over, at the comfortable hour of 2PM after lunch. ]

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