All in Black verse: For Ariadne
Mar. 15th, 2011 07:49 pmIt had been three years since the team had completed the Fischer case and made inception happen. Three years since Arthur had realized he was on his own. Cobb had gone back to his family, Ariadne to school and Eames had disappeared into the ether of the Mombasa underground. Mal was dead, and he'd finally seen her grave, but that didn't make it any easier to deal with. He had two choices. Find a new team, or give it all up.
His family, the family he'd had before, accepted him back without a second guess. He was the boss' son, Arthur Tossi, and no one questioned him. Especially not after he'd shot Danny Sanducci in cold blood, leaving the body to bleed all over the floor of his new office. That was three years ago. He was no longer the man he'd been, not the one that the dream share community had known. He couldn't be that man. Sweet and kind and tender yet determined. He had to be cold, distant, and the world was another place than it had been. He might not smile anymore than he had before but at least then his eyes had seemed warm.
Her name was Ashley. She'd been with him for a year the night she was killed. Smart, funny, easy to talk to. Petite and pretty and she reminded him of someone else - someone he hadn't realized he missed until he was standing over the grave site of another woman in his life.
Research still came second nature to him, finding her address and making his way there the next day. Dressed in black raw silk, his shirt blood red and the tie midnight with a tiny red pattern. Hair slicked back and a slight bulge under one arm as he knocked on the door, jaw covered in a couple days of stubble and his jaw set in a hard line.
His family, the family he'd had before, accepted him back without a second guess. He was the boss' son, Arthur Tossi, and no one questioned him. Especially not after he'd shot Danny Sanducci in cold blood, leaving the body to bleed all over the floor of his new office. That was three years ago. He was no longer the man he'd been, not the one that the dream share community had known. He couldn't be that man. Sweet and kind and tender yet determined. He had to be cold, distant, and the world was another place than it had been. He might not smile anymore than he had before but at least then his eyes had seemed warm.
Her name was Ashley. She'd been with him for a year the night she was killed. Smart, funny, easy to talk to. Petite and pretty and she reminded him of someone else - someone he hadn't realized he missed until he was standing over the grave site of another woman in his life.
Research still came second nature to him, finding her address and making his way there the next day. Dressed in black raw silk, his shirt blood red and the tie midnight with a tiny red pattern. Hair slicked back and a slight bulge under one arm as he knocked on the door, jaw covered in a couple days of stubble and his jaw set in a hard line.
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Date: 2011-03-23 05:06 am (UTC)"Yeah. I would have thought the same about you. But look how that went."
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Date: 2011-03-23 05:24 am (UTC)"Sorry. I'm trying to drop it. Just.." She shrugged, shaking her head. "Yeah."
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Date: 2011-03-23 05:43 pm (UTC)"How upset are your parents going to be if you leave?"
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Date: 2011-03-23 06:10 pm (UTC)"Well." She started, blowing a puff of hair into her hair. "They sort of are use to me just up and leaving, from time to time now. So that won't be a shock." Rolling her eyes, she let out a groan of annoyance at the idea. "I'm sadly not the perfect little daughter I use to be. So I say I'm leaving for a bit. I'll get grief, same as always. I've learned to deal." Pausing she nodding, a small sigh in her tone. "I'll just have to keep in contact."
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Date: 2011-03-24 03:13 am (UTC)"It's very typical family here. My mom cooks. You'll have to humor her. Just saying."
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