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The idea of even asking him to dinner had come out of nowhere. Then, while in Dubai doing some militarization for a sheik, he had made the dinner plans. Part of Arthur realized that by making the selection of Ossiano at Atlantis he was making this a date. Yet he wouldn't let himself think about that as he sent the text.

Friday. Atlantis on Palm Jumeirah island. 8 pm seating.

Arthur waited for Eames in the lobby though. Dressed to the nine in a tuxedo by his favourite Savile Row tailor. He had gone overboard and he had no idea why except he could. And he wanted to.
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The truth was he needed something more than somnacin. He had thought this part of his life was over and done with but there were times when one had to resort to what they knew best to get the job done. That was what mattered in the end, getting the job done.

Leaving the mark and others there in Barcelona, he had returned to Vegas. The time was mostly spent dealing with old friends and worse enemies. In the end though he had gotten a name. A name and a place. The next flight was for the Netherlands.

Just after touchdown, he sent a message to the number he'd been given and waited for a response.

DeVico gave me your name. We need to talk.
loadedparadox: (Biting my tongue)
He hadn't told her why they were going. Only to pack for a week and anything else they could get there. That said, the private jet meant she didn't have the airport to give her clues, and everyone was careful what they said around Ariadne.

Only when they arrived did he wait until the ladder was down before leading her to the top of the staircase.

"Welcome to Dubai," he said with a grin.
loadedparadox: (Smoke - AOBverse)
Neither could be sure how long they lay on that floor. Watches were taken, the rooms remained dark and there was only the dim light just beneath the door to give them any frame of reference even to the shape of the room. Laying there on the floor, their fingers touched for a long time as the sounds outside ebbed and flowed. Shouts and yelling, fights and even laughter. More than one voice, though muffled enough it wasn't clear how many. Though the back and forth of conversation could be made out. At some point a door opened.

The man stepped into Ariadne's room, backlit from the light in the hall. The result was a shadowy hulking figure with something dangling from one hand that might have been some kind of rope of such, and a bit of a hard laugh.

"Off the floor, face to the wall and hands at your side," he ordered. "No arguments, no fighting, or they start with random shots into the other room."

It was obvious whoever "they" were, they had done their research enough to know that a threat against Arthur might do well to get them compliance from Ariadne.
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The job in Spain had been going well. A long term research project that meant a lot of studies, dozen of dozens of notes and Ariadne having to do and redo the work on the dream layouts. Yet it wasn't bad work. The extractor was good at his job, and the forger they brought in kept low. Even Edith was easy to work with now that she was back, safe and sound and talking explosives in her spare time. It was, no pun intended, a dream job.

So it was Arthur wasn't expecting the attack that came. He and Ariadne asleep in his bed, curled up around one another. One moment in a dead, dreamless sleep, in the next Arthur felt something. A sharp prick, a pain, and then the darkness of sleep came again.

When he came to everything had changed. The bed replaced by a thin mattress on a cold, tile floor. No carpeting, no blankets, and most disturbing of all, no Ariadne.

Sitting up, blinking against the dark. No lights, not even a seam where a door didn't quite match the floor. He didn't move, trying to hear anything. Breathing. The sound of a snore.

"Ariadne?"

He whispered her name, worried about anyone else knowing he was awake from whatever it was they'd given him.
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An OOC kind of things. As might have been noticed, Arthur and others haven't been around much. I do apologize for this and am trying to rectify things but kind of had a drop into a deep pit emotionally and I'm not even sure what muses might survive once I drag myself out.

Arthur will always survive, but just apologizing for not being about while I work through this all. Also, LOKI. That is all.
loadedparadox: (Smug in a tux)
It has been a few weeks since Ariadne's revelation, since graduation and meeting her parents. It had all been a whirlwind, a twisting madness of excitement and fear and learning and love. It had been so new to Arthur and he hadn't felt he'd caught up with himself, and he was still racing to keep up. Exhilarating and perfect and everything this life had been meant to be. Yet he wanted something more from it. A moment, time with Ariadne, those moments that he felt they were losing in the excitement of it all.

The roof to the building provided the perfect view of the city, the wind light and cool like early autumn. Lights were strung all along the edge of the roof, and candles in glass towers added a soft glow scented with jasmine.

A blanket was laid out in the center of the roof, a plate of chocolate strawberries nearby and a bottle of chilled sparkling apple cider. It was elegant and simple and everything he thought Ariadne was.

A note had been left for her, asking her to come to the roof. Wearing jeans he knew she liked and a tee, Arthur waited by the edge of the roof, looking out over the city, a small smile curving his lips.
loadedparadox: (Darkness)
1 question...
1 chance...
1 honest answer...


All answers are screenedpretend, eh? This is just between you and me.
loadedparadox: (Lost in Shadows)
Who: Arthur with mention of Cobb
Rating: Mature audiences only.
What: Arthur acts on memories of the past.
Warnings: Dub con could apply.
Where: Taken from the question meme and said I would expand it for [Bad username or site: littlspecificty, @ livejournal.com] though it didn't really turn out like I had thought it would.
Word Count: 1890

Do not click unless you're of the legal age )
loadedparadox: (Ariadne - Inappropriate look)
The other was getting long, so moving them here. You know the drill. Want me to interview you, say so. Want to interview me about Arthur, ask away. I enjoy talking about my muse.

From Forgess )

OOC

May. 31st, 2011 12:28 am
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Well, that was bizarre. I just had like a half dozen friending emails from people I've never rp'd with and then when I went to check if I was missing something, none of them were friended to me. Anyone else having issues with this?
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001. Leave me a comment saying, "carry on my wayward son" (I changed the words. Sue me.)
002. I will respond by asking you ANY five questions of a very intimate and creepily personal nature. Or not so creepy/personal [possibly].
003. You WILL update your LJ with the answers to the questions.
004. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the post.
005. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.


From muted-point )

From littlspecificty )

From Dreamsofmazes )

From paisleythief )

ooc

May. 26th, 2011 01:15 am
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Marked a post private because I upset someone and I shouldn't have. I won't do it again and I'm sorry. I never want to make people feel bad for doing what they enjoy and I was a selfish brat for that post. Last of these there will likely be.

Again, sorry.

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